I’m pretty sure I’ll always be a North Dakota girl.
It’s in my blood.
It’s in my heart.
As far as the generations in my family go back in this country, North Dakota has been home.
I’m a descendant of hard working people who came to this country with not much money, but with a whole lot of drive. The pioneers in my family started their farms from the ground up.
My great grandma Fredricka (born in 1899) – an incredibly hard working woman
They built their houses and barns, they plowed the soil, they raised their own food–they did whatever they had to do to feed and take care of their families.
My grandpa Ben is on the far right. What a cutie!
My husband’s family history is the same.
I think much of the North Dakota work ethic stems from the early pioneers and all they had to do just to be able to live on the harsh and unpredictable prairie.
I love family history. I love learning about what life was like before my time.
We were at my husband’s family farm a few weeks ago. There was no NDSU game to watch (bye week), so I asked if we could go for a drive to see his dad’s grandparents’ original farmsteads.
Bucket list item – check!
These houses are over 100 years old.
This one is a Sears-Roebuck house ordered straight from the Sears catalog around 1904.
The windmills on this farmstead still stand.
And here are the people who lived here.
Nels and Marie Johnson Family
Marie was born in Norway in 1878. She came to America in 1903. Nels was born in Denmark. They married in 1905. Agnes Marie, my husband’s grandma, was born in 1908. She is the oldest daughter on the left, sitting next to her mom.
I wonder what they kept in this hutch.
This house was built in 1899.
The windmill is no longer standing.
Here are the people who built and called this place home.
Emma was born in 1871. She married Eugene in 1890. Glenn Laverne, my husband’s grandpa, was born in 1904. He is on the far right.
Check out the staircase. I imagine the kids ran up and down these steps regularly. I wonder what they stored in the little area beneath the steps.
And check out this cool hatch in the side of the house. How many times did the kids peek out this window to see what was going on?
And how often did they just sit in the front porch area and peer out these windows?
Once these buildings are gone, they are gone forever. This little slice of history is lost.
In this technologically inundated world, I like to imagine what life was like back then. I imagine there was a lot more solitude, a lot less worrying about fear of missing out, and a heck of a lot more butter to churn.
(Oh, and the history nerd in me had to take a little piece of wood from each house as a souvenir) 🙂