Dear friends of farmers, Larry and I just spent a long weekend at our hobby farm located in southwest Nebraska near the Kansas border. We had a nice few days doing inside tasks that have been on our mental to-do list for some time. The weather warmed up and tried to coax us outdoors, but we ...
One memory still vivid in my mind is the dust storms. We would see a dust storm rolling in. We would get loaded and the bus would go up a hill to the first place about 3/4 mile from the school. This family would get out near the house and then the driver would park the bus beside a Quonset and ...
I was teaching in a one room school back in the dirty thirties. I remember one day when the dust in the air was so thick that it was almost as dark as night. It was so dark in the schoolhouse that we could not have classes or do any studying. I tried to spend the time reading to the pupils. The ...
Dear Cuz,My turn to write so here goes. This day started out real sunny. The mile we walk to school is really nice, especially when we leave a little early. We can watch the ants move from one house to another and name all the flowers we see on the way. Vern made a mistake, he put his lunch ...
In 1934 I helped my sister, Hazel Hoien, at Mound, North Dakota, where she was teaching school. We had letters from Conde, South Dakota, telling of dust storms but could not visualize them. Our family farm was where the rolling hills and grassland kept the dust at a minimum. School was out and ...
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