My American story started when…
My American story started when I was raised on a dryland farm in Eastern Montana, that my dad had homesteaded in 1909. it was in the hills near the town of Sidney off the Yellowstone River...shortly before it joined the Missouri River 8 miles away in North Dakota. It was truly my own "Little House on the Prairie". it was the depth of the Great Depression and we had no electricty or running water. We raised all our own food and somehow survived the brutal winters...sometimes reaching over 40 degrees below zero and snow drifts as high as our roofs. I attended a one-room school a mile away with never another attention in my grade. My dad farmed with horses until after WWII when he finally got a tractor. I had 3 sisters who were older and worked in town, so it was very lonely. There are a lot of stories to tell.