Eastern Pennington County Memories  -- Quinn, Part 2


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Saines Family

by Irene (Dean) Shull

	Some 50 years ago about 1915 I was a little girl 5 years of age, living in 
Des Moines, Iowa, Irene (Dean) Saines. My Stepfather, James Saines, my Mother, 
Emma Saines and my brother Loyd had a thriving business going, barber shop and 
shoe shining and doing good. We had a nice apartment and all was well until 
letters started arriving from Quinn, S. Dak. of life on the claims from my two 
aunts, one uncle, grandmother, also a step aunt had all taken up claims in the 
"Wild and Woolly West. "

	After so long my father agreed to move to S. Dak. Mother said it was to 
raise her children in this big unspoiled country, but I suspect it was those 
letters of adventure from my Mother's relatives that did the trick.

	My first recollection of Quinn was a spanking I got for hanging my hankey 
out the window just as we came insight of that old red depot which is still 
standing. What a lonely feeling I had and what a strange looking place to call a 
town but I soon learned to love it, and it still remains my town.

	Although I was only 5 years old I remember many things my brother 7 years 
old and I did. That first winter was a rough one. We had to live in one room 
with my grandmother. We lived mostly on fried rabbit, bread and gravy, because 
the money we had must be saved to build a one room house, small barn and buy our 
two cows, three horses also we had to have one sow pig to raise meat. The house 
had 3 windows, black tarpaper and lath on the outside and blue paper with round 
silver disks and shingle nails to hold it. After the first hail the roof would 
leak and you set pails all over the room and hoped they didn't hit the bed. My 
parents had a davenport bed while we children slept on the floor.

	We had wonderful times in that old shack. I have only pleasant memories 
for a better man never lived than my Dad Saines. He was born in Greece, never 
drank or smoked and was far too good to two lively kids.

	Everything we did we did together whether it was good or bad. Behind our 
house, which was 8 miles south of Quinn, was a big bad land hill and all 
pasteboard boxes were used to slide down that hill, but woe unto you if the 
paper wore through before you got to the bottom, ouch!

	Dad broke up a patch of sod and we planted vegetables and feed for our 
stock and chickens. We canned what we could and there was a hole dug under the 
floor of the house to keep things like potatoes, canned fruit, etc. from 
freezing. I can never remember being cold or hungry in that three years while we 
proved up.

	Mother always made everything fun, she always said work when you work and 
play when you play and that's what I've always done.

	There was a central garden patch which had to be fenced for John Hart had 
a big cattle ranch adjoining my uncle Bill Bowers claim. He started to our house 
one morning and a cow with a new calf chased him into the garden patch, she 
watched him and followed him back and forth from one end of that garden to the 
other until my Dad took a horse and went to see what was wrong as he hadn't 
arrived for the noon day meal.

	We had an old wind up phonograph which made our place a gathering place 
where we danced outside on the hard packed ground to the same old records, 
played cards, pulled taffy and gossiped those 3 years it took to prove up on our 
claim.

	The money was all gone but the land was ours.

	One by one the rest sold to John Hart and moved away so mother wanted to 
also. Dad said no, you wanted to raise the children here, so we stay. Dad got a 
job at the Hart Ranch as foreman. At that time there were still 500 to 600 head 
of cattle to take care of so we moved about a mile to a 2 room house where we 
lived until I was married.

	Grandmother Dora Bowers took me after cows, both of us horseback when I 
was about 14 years old, north and west of the old Hart ranch and showed me the 
stage road she came to S. Dak. on when she was 16 years old to see her Uncle 
John Hart who lived on Spring Creek on one of his ranches south of Rapid City. 
When she arrived the cowboys gave her a howling shooting welcome, riding around 
the coach and scaring her half to death. They were so pleased to see a pretty 
girl. She was a beautiful black-haired, white skinned, blue-eyed Irish beauty. 
She said the road went over the Bad Lands east and north of Wall but there was 
another road south of Wall but much more difficult to travel in bad weather.

	Jimmy Brown's family lived east of our place but only 2 boys Earl and Joe 
were with their father when we lived there.

	Our closest friends were the R. R. and Stanley Goulds and Lenwood 
Dillions. R. R. Gould, father of Stanley Gould had proved up on a claim and 
lived 2 1/2 miles west of our claim. Here Stanley Gould raised his family of 4 
children. He sold out and moved to Pierre some 29 years ago, where he still 
lives.

	W. D. Dillon was a very old pioneer of S. Dak. He had his claim at the top 
of what is known as Dillon Pass. It is named after him and is inside the state 
park. He had two sons Lenwood and Virgil.

	Lenwood has lived most of his life in S. Dak. He married a girl from Ill. 
They had one son now living in Rapid City. Len and Ruth as we called Lenwood and 
his wife had a claim north and west of our home and gave lots of good advice to 
the little barber who was trying so hard to be a good foreman. To this day they 
remain among our dearest friends. In fact in 1963 Len, and Ruth Dillon, Stanley 
and Alice Gould and my husband and I took in the state fair together in our up 
to date cars and fancy motels but the most fun was talking about old times.

	One morning after a very severe hail and thunder storm, we were having 
breakfast when a little knock came on the door, there stood a little boy about 8 
years old, tired and hungry and scared. Of course we fed him. My brother Loyd 
was ready to take him home when he said his name was Cliff Collins but before 
they could get started two men rode into the yard, Happy Collins and Doc. Bloom 
and took him home. They had been looking for him all night but he had found my 
grandmother's old shack which was still standing and stayed there all night. He 
could have been killed by the hail also walking at night in cactus and 
rattlesnakes is not exactly safe so he had used his head in staying in the old 
building until morning.

	As we grew up, there was Church 3 1/2 miles away where we went to Church 
and school until we reached the eighth grade. My mother would only let us go in 
the spring and fall when the weather was good until we got to be 12 years old so 
I was 16 when I got out of the 8th grade and things were getting pretty tough 
again. My brother went one year to high school in 1925. My Dad had bought more 
land and had increased his own herd of cattle. Although John Hart had long quit 
ranching there we still lived there and Dad worked maintaining roads for a long 
time.

	My brother and I plowed up sod and planted water and musk melons and in 
the fall sold them to stores and door to door and got $25.00 for clothes to 
start to high school. We rented the old water tower house and I was the so-
called cook. That was a very hard year. We had an old Model T Ford with no top 
and gas was hard to get so we used the team most of the time. Dad was ill and 
getting weaker all the time and by the next fall there just wasn't any money for 
school. I tried to work for my board but no one could afford to feed another 
person. I remember the tears flowed for the whole month of Sept. but I was 17 
and going out with the boys and soon got over it. Although I have educated 
myself through the years I missed so much by not being able to finish.

	I married Roy Shull Aug 19, 1928 when I was 18 years old and moved 12 
miles west of Wall. My brother married that same fall and in Nov. my Daddy died 
of dropsy. He had come a long way in this country and everyone who remembers 
little Jimmy Saines still has a good word for him.

	My mother was so alone she moved back to Des Moines and after 5 years 
married again. She lived in Iowa until 1950 when ill health brought her back to 
S. Dak. so I could care for her. She lived with me for a year and then made her 
home in Rapid City, where she passed away in 1955.

	I lived through the depression in an old red house, where now stands a big 
new modern home with all the conveniences of a city home, but I have no regrets. 
We had lots of pleasant memories and friendly visits in that old red house and 
there I raised my only child a daughter, Mary. She attended a school about 2 
blocks from the house through the eighth grade, then 4 years to Wall high school 
and one year of college. Then she decided to get married, although she did teach 
one year of country school and has since had a course in typing Sec. and 
bookkeeping. She now has four children and lives in Hill City, S. Dak. 

	After moving to Wall in 1949 to send my daughter to high school, I was 
left alone! with my husband coming in a few times a week from the farm.

	About 5 years ago I decided to do something "I was too young to shoot and 
too old to work" so I took several courses in floristery and turned my hobby 
into a business. Dean's Floral Shop keeps me a little too busy sometimes.

	I spent a lot of years helping my husband put together 4 ranches, I milked 
cows, put up hay and shocked grain besides cooking for 4 or 5 hired men summer 
and winter. I've fought wind, hail, drought, blizzards, poverty and ill health, 
but it was worth it, and in ending I can truthfully say "those were the good old 
days."

[Photo - L. to R.: Back: Mrs. W. D. Dillion and W. D. Dillion, Mr. and Mrs. 
Lenwood Dillion, Edd Van Reese, Elmer Coifoid, Stanley Gould, Mrs. Stanley 
Gould. Front: Mrs. Gaines, Irene, Mr. Saines, Rodney Dillion, Anna Coifoid and 
Loyd Saines.]

[Photo - The Hart Ranch]

[Photo - Roy Shull's father and an uncle plowing north of Quinn for $5 an acre.]

[Photo - Irene (Dean) Shull the year she began high school.]

[Photo Loyd and Irene Saines and a cousin Deloris in the background on Irene's 
(Shull) 17th birthday.]




The James S. Hight Family

	Mr. and Mrs. James and Marrilla Hight and children Joseph, Alvin, Lorain 
and Reba came from Norfolk, Nebraska to Interior, S. Dak. in September of 1907, 
We came by the train, of course, From Rapid City we came on a work train. We ate 
with the train crew on the way from Rapid to Interior. As I remember we were on 
the train all day. Alvin came in an emigrant car which had for us one cow, one 
dog and one cat. Also our groceries to last us for eight months.

	We knew a family at Interior by the name of Julius Sanders who lived about 
one mile north of town. The town was a depot.

	We stayed with this family for a few days. Mr. Sanders had a team of 
horses and a wagon. He took us over the wall as they called it. It was over Old 
Big Foot Pass to our homestead. The homestead was about five miles north and two 
and one half miles west of the pass. We lived in a tent until we could build a 
house. My father was a carpenter so it didn't take him too long. Our house was 
warm, nothing ever froze in it. We had some braking sod done by Lyman Transue 
and George O'Bryan and then Alvin hauled it on a sled to sod up the outside of 
the house. My father and mother lived there the rest of life. My father passed 
away August 11, 1930 and my mother on December 1, 1945.

	Joe was married to Mabel Esterbrook Dec. 4,1907 at Norfolk, Nebraska. They 
had three boys, Milton, the  oldest and twins James and frank. Milton passed 
away Dec. 3. 1963. Frank is still in California. James and his mother live in 
Interior. Joe passed away in November, 1960. Alvin was married to Goldia Hillery 
on Dec. 24, 1927. They live in California, also. Lorain married Deo Hawley in 
October 1926. They never had any children and live in Rapid City. Ray and I were 
married Nov. 25, 1926. We went to live on Ray's father's homestead, Edd Hillery 
and lived there until Ray's death in July, 1963. I live there with my daughter 
Alice and her Husband. She was married to Jesse Baysinger on May 6. 1951. They 
have three boys, Larry, Wesley and Clayton. Allan was married to Dixie 
Baysinger, sister of Jesse, and they have two children, Ronald and Sandra. They 
live at Cedar Pass. Bonnie Dee was married to James Leiby. They have four 
children, Jean, Janet, Michael, and Lloyd and live in Jackson Park, Rapid City.



The Hillery Family

	William Edward (Ed) Hillery, a widower, came to South Dakota in the spring 
of 1907 and a son Ray Hillery, 12 years old. Ed's brother Jess Hillery and wife 
Minnie; Milton Hillery, the father of Ed and Jess all came at the same time.

	They had lived in Creston, Iowa but filed on homesteads in western South 
Dakota and came west to live on the land south of Quinn near the Badlands wall.

	They came by railroad in an emigrant car, bringing some furniture, a horse 
and a wagon. Also a stock of groceries left from a grocery store which they had 
had in Iowa.

	Ed Hillery built a rock house, two rooms, on his homestead, using the 
native rock a few miles away. The two brothers ran a small grocery store in one 
room of the rock house which helped the neighborhood very much, but the business 
was finally abandoned as more farm work came along and then too, Jess Hillery 
moved back to Iowa.

	In May of 1908, Mrs. Sarah Hillery, wife of Milton Hillery, and her 
granddaughter Goldia Hillery, daughter of Ed Hillery, came by train from 
Creston, Iowa, crossing the old pontoon bridge at Chamberlain, S. Dak., arriving 
May 21 in Interior. It snowed some that day. They came up over the wall by way 
of Old Big Foot Pass.

	Ed Hillery farmed and raised stock on the homestead until he moved to Los 
Angeles, California in August 1926. He lived to be 83 years old, died in 
January, 1951 in Los Angeles.

	Ray lived on the old homestead for 56 years until he died in July, 1963. 
The land is still in the Hillery name. Ray married Reba Hight in Nov. 1926. They 
have three children, twins Allan and Alice, and a daughter Bonnie Dee, and nine 
grandchildren.

	Goldia Hillery, married Alvin Hight Dee. 1913, celebrated their golden 
wedding anniversary in 1963. Goldia and husband filed on a homestead three miles 
east of the old Dillon Pass, and near what used to be Tableland school. They 
lived in S. Dak. until moving to Los Angeles, California in 1926 and have been 
there since. They have a son Donald and a daughter Joyce. Donald was born on the 
homestead and Joyce in Calif. Donald married Rena Groves in 1940, they have 
three daughters, Donna, Barbara, Michele. They live in Los Angeles where Donald 
is in the construction business. Joyce married Max Pyne of Utah in June 1946 and 
they have five children, four boys; Donald, Ronald, Michael and John, a 
daughter, Melody. They now live in Ventura, California.



Bloom Family

by Lucille Bloom

	I will try and write the Bloom history as it was told to me.

	In the spring of 1906 Samuel E. Bloom and son W. W. Bloom loaded a wagon, 
buggy, and two teams on a freight car at Swanville, Minnesota and shipped them 
to New Salem, North Dakota.

	They started out from New Salem to look for a homestead. They finally 
located and filed on homesteads six miles south of Quinn. His dad lived on one 
quarter and Wes on an adjoining one. Wes was just 21 years old. After building a 
sod house they drove all the way back to Minnesota and brought the family out.

	Wes's dad was a hunter, trapper, horse trader, and loved to travel around 
in a covered wagon. Wes told about the time his folks left their claim near 
Gordon, Nebraska in April, 1889. Taking their livestock with them and traveling 
in a covered wagon they went to Cody, Wyoming reaching there in September. They 
traveled for five months and that winter they stayed with an uncle of Wes's, 
George Wesley Bloom.

	Wes and Alma Gregson were married in March 1909. To this union six 
children were born. Mrs. Nick Feller (Elsie) of Quinn. Nick and Elsie have six 
children, Mrs. Darwin Hook (Linda), Nick Feller, Mrs. Mike Daly (Kathy), Bob, 
Marilyn, Jim. They have thirteen grandchildren. Violet, Mrs. Al Anderson of 
Rapid City has 4 children and 4 grandchildren, Mrs. Robert Koeing (Donna), Mrs. 
Dennis Johnson (Sharon), Mrs. Dick Thompson (Judy), and Craig at home. Lyle 
Bloom and wife Bonnie of Miles City have 3 children, J. L., and twins Debbie and 
Billie. Viola and Stan Oliver of Norwood, Colorado have 4 children and 1 
grandchild, Duane Bloom of Rapid City. Willard (Bud) Bloom and wife Lucyle have 
2 children, James Bloom and Mrs. Larry Ruland (Lenora) and 5 grandchildren.

	Wes inherited the love for horses from his father. He spent most of his 
time trading, raising, and breaking them.

	In 1929 Matt Crilly of Rapid City had bought 2000 head of horses for 
Chappell brothers of Rockford, Ill. They had a large lease on the Cheyenne 
Reservation. He hired Wes to trail these horses from Belle Fourche to Eagle 
Butte, S. Dak. They also had to brand them all CBC brand. It took about two 
weeks to get to Eagle Butte. Wes, son Bud, Joe Brown, Pat Roberts, (Whitewood), 
and another horse wrangler made up the crew.

	Wes served as deputy sheriff of Eastern Pennington County under George 
Lendecker for many years.

	In 1936 Wes left the ranch. Always interested in horse racing he decided 
to devote full time to it. For the last 29 years he has raced horses at race 
tracks from Seattle to Chicago, Canada to St. Louis. He is still planning on 
going this year. Wes and Alma have 50 acres down Rapid Valley where they spend 
their winters, but are gone from April to October. Wes is like the horses, when 
spring comes he begins to perk up, his step gets lighter and he starts 
preparation for another year of racing. How he stands it, I will never know. 
Three days at the race track and I'm ready for home completely played out, but 
wind, sand, noise, people, and horses seem to be the life for Wes and Alma.

	Bud and Lucyle (Kelly) Bloom and family still live south of Quinn not far 
from the old homestead. Our daughter Lenora Jane (Bloom) Ruland, husband Larry, 
daughter Kelly Jane and son Shaun live on the ranch with us. Lenora graduated 
from Nebraska State College in Chadron and taught school in Pinedale, Wyoming 
and Wall. Son Jim and wife Maggie (Huether) and three children live at Lincoln, 
Nebraska. Jim is a junior dental student at the University of Nebraska.

GREGSON'S FAMILY HISTORY

	This is the history of the Gregson Family as it was told to me.

	Alma's folks, the J. W. (Bill) Gregson, had come out here from Kimball in 
1905. They settled on a homestead six miles east of Quinn.

	The town of Quinn wasn't established yet. They came as far as Presho by 
rail and then drove a team and wagon the rest of the way. They got their mail at 
Furnas Corner 2 miles north of Quinn.

	They later moved to Quinn where Bill ran the drayline and livery barn. In 
later years Bill made a town hall out of the livery barn. It was used many years 
for dances, basketball games, and shows. They celebrated their Golden Wedding 
Anniversary in 1938.

	Bill served on the town board for many years and he was also Mayor of 
Quinn. Bill was a friend to all and was always willing and ready to help anyone 
that needed it.

	They lived in Quinn the rest of their lives. Bill Gregson died in 1939, 
and Mrs. Gregson in 1940.

	Nancy Gregson, (Bill's mother), died in May 1942. If she would have lived 
until July she would have been 99 years old.

	We have a five generation picture of Nancy Gregson, her son J. W. (Bill) 
Gregson, Alma Bloom, (Bill Is daughter); Bud Bloom (Alma's son); and Jim Bloom 
(Bud's son). There were 4 children in the Gregson family, Frank living in Hill 
City, Alma Bloom in Rapid City, Mrs. Ray Chamberlain (Daisy) died in 1960 and 
Glen living in New Underwood.

	The picture we have of the men plowing with oxen is Ray Chamberlain 
(Daisy's husband) and his brother Frank.


BLIZZARD OF '49

	Old timers like to reminisce about blizzard of '88, 1905, and 1913, but I 
can tell about the blizzard of 1949. New Year's Day was a warm sunny day with 
temperatures about 65. That night it was clear with the sky lit up with Northern 
Lights. Everyone in the community had attended a wedding dance. The next day was 
a different story. The second of January snow started to fall accompanied by 40 
to 60 mile an hour winds. The storm lasted 84 hours with gusts up to 80 miles an 
hour and temperatures 2 or 4 below zero. The second day 8.5 inches of snow fell. 
The weather bureau said 24 inches of snow fell during the month of January. We 
had seven blizzards in January and four in February. Many times you couldn't see 
two feet in front of you. It was 14 days before the weather settled. It was 
dangerous to ride out in the ocean of snow with temperatures down to 10 to 20 
below.

	For a rancher it has been a practice to have his stock in reserved winter 
pastures with ravines and trees for storm protection. But in this storm ravines 
were completely filled with snow. Cattle sheds were snow traps, There were some 
exceptions but in some form or another most every operator lost some stock, rare 
was the rancher that didn't have some loss.

	County and State Highway crews and extra help worked day and night trying 
to open roads, but were fighting a losing battle from January 3 to January 24. 
No train operated on the Milwaukee. A crew of 100 men battled snow drifts 20 
feet high and half a mile long for nearly a month.

	Clarence Lyle and Frank Kleinschmit dozed trails for us to get to town 
twice in two months, but each time the trails drifted shut.

	Jim and Bud rode for days getting cattle out of snow traps. Our saddle 
horses and team were sure worth their weight in gold. Jim missed a month of 
school, but we took Lenora in to stay with her Grandma Kelly.

	We had 20 head of horses in the Badlands south of the place that we never 
saw until February 22. Unlike the cows, they were in pretty good shape and 
hadn't had any hay or water, just grass that they could paw down to and snow for 
water, of which they had plenty.

	With each succeeding day of wind, snow, and subzero weather, the work 
seemed hopeless and never ending. But we were still lucky and thankful that our 
family all stayed healthy and were fortunate to have plenty of hay for our 
livestock.

[Photo - Merle Warner, Frank Gregson, Wes Bloom and son, "Bud"]

[Photo - Five generations  Bud Bloom, father; Bill Gregson, great grandfather; 
Nany Gregson, great great grandmother; Alma Bloom, grandmother and James Bloom]

[Photo - Homestead of Wes Bloom - 1909]

[Photo - Livery barn in Quinn built by Lewis Flatt. Flatt and son Floyd are two 
of the men in front.]

[Photo - Mrs. Ed Doud and Mrs. Wes Bloom]

[Photo - Ray and Frank Chamberlain]

[Photo - Sam E. Bloom, his covered wagon, buggy and team - 1906.]

[Photo - Bud and Wes Bloom in Quinn]

[Photo - Alma Bloom holding Lyle, and Elsie, Wes and Bud Bloom.]

[Photo - Bud Bloom, Wes Bloom, Frank Gregson and Merle Warner.]




[Photo - Big Foot Church]




[Photo - Mr. and Mrs. Fauske and three visiting cousins.]

[Photo - Second Fauske home]

[Photo - Christmas in the new Fauske house.]


George Fauske Homestead

by Constance Fauske

	It seems a long time back to the homestead days. George Fauske homesteaded 
in 1905 and proved up on his land. Seeing a nice piece of land side of his, he 
wrote to his fiancee in Sioux Falls, Miss Constance Solie, and told her about it 
and said if she wanted it to go to Pierre and file on it, so when he got his 
title on his land, he would be home as planned and they would be married and 
live on her land. Constance filed on her land and was married to George Fauske 
June 6, 1907.

	He had been working on the homestead digging a storm cave ten by fourteen 
feet and pulled his shack partly over it with a trap door in the floor of the 
shack. The cave became a safe place in case of a storm and was besides, a guest 
room for homesteaders looking for land.

	George was now busy building a cave barn and chicken house using timber 
for the roof, he dug a door in from the bank into it, so it made a warm place 
for the livestock. Next he built a log house for living quarters fourteen by 
twenty feet added to the shack and the cave, then evened it up with a porch. 
There it stood all ready for our first born, Ingebert. He was born June 8, 1908. 
His father said he could be president now as he was born in a log house.


MRS. CONSTANCE FAUSKE

	I came to U.S.A. Christmas eve of 1903. The cities were glorified with 
decorations for the season. It took three days from Philadelphia on the train to 
Sioux Falls.

	I came because my mother had two brothers and two sisters over here. With 
tribulation I started for America. I need not have worried, everybody was very 
good to me. I left my home in Oslo the thirtieth of November. My relatives here 
were farmers about ten miles from Sioux Falls.

	In Sioux Falls I joined the Scandinavian Literary Society and became 
secretary. George Fuaske was the president. We became better acquainted and I 
married him; then our homestead days began.

	We had seven children, Ingebert, Amanda, Sig, Alfred, Ernest, Anna, 
(Alfred and Ernest passed away at Quinn farm), then there is our youngest son 
George Jr.

	My husband, George Fauske, was killed in a car accident in April 1937 
coming home in the evening after fixing and looking after the telephone lines 
north of Quinn, after a storm. I was waiting for him with supper when a couple 
of men drove in and told us about it. No supper was eaten that night. George was 
the first owner and manager of the Golden West Telephone Company before it 
became a cooperative. He was appointed postmaster of the Klatt post office on 
November 4, 1910, and continued in this office until the rural route out of 
Quinn was established.

	I am now living in Wall and was 82 years old the third of July 1965.

[Photo - Ingebert, George, George, Jr., Constance, Amanda, Sig and Anna. 
(Fauske?)]

[Photo - George Fauske, Sr.]

[Photo - George Fauske, Jr.]


The Putnam's

by Mrs. Lee Williams

	It was on a bright sunny afternoon, the first day of April, 1908, that my 
Mother, three sisters, a brother and myself, landed in the little town of Quinn. 
Quinn consisted of a small grocery store with a leanto on the South for living 
quarters. This building still stands and is used as the IOOF Hall. There was 
also a small feed store and a depot. My father was there to meet the train. He 
had shipped a freight car of furniture, a team of horses, a pony, a couple of 
milk cows, machinery which consisted of a walking plow, corn planter, 
cultivator, a mower, wagon and buggy, and I think a few chickens.

	He had come a few months ahead of us to build us a house which was a 
fairly good- sized tarpapered shack, 20x4O, all one room without any partitions. 
In the East end he had three beds, dressers, a piano, and a rug on the floor. At 
the West end of the cook stove, cupboards, plus shelves on the wall, dining 
table and chairs. Through the middle he had a curtain hung on number nine wire 
which could be drawn for a little privacy. My Mother made the remark when she 
surveyed her new abode, "Well. I never got such an April fooling in my life 
before."

	We had ridden about twenty miles across the rough prairies of the wild 
West, where there was only cactus, dogs, cow paths and Indian trails. We were 
all tired and hungry from our lengthy train ride plus twenty mile trek by horse 
and buggy. It was a double seated heavy' duty buggy which my father purchased 
purposely to transport the family when we went for a joy ride. As soon as we 
were unloaded and moved in, Mother went about preparing us something to eat and 
putting us kids to bed. I'll never forget that first night. I don't think any of 
us had gone to sleep. Mother and Dad were still sitting at the table talking, 
for I imagine they had a lot to discuss. All of a sudden there came the 
strangest sounds from a distance, like voices, then wails and howlings. My 
Mother gasped, "Oh my God, it's Indians"; she jumped up and blew out the light. 
Well, of course, with the noise outside and Mother making such a remark, we kids 
all started screaming and crying, shivering and shaking, and huddle close in our 
beds. It took Father and Mother a little time to grope their way in the dark to 
get to us and explain it wasn't Indians and nothing would hurt us. Finally 
Father took the shotgun out and shot up in the air a couple of times, and ended 
the coyotes serenade that night. The next morning the three older girls started 
off, hand in hand. Mother happened to look out, she hollered, "girls, where are 
you going ?I We said, ''Oh, just over here to play on these sand piles, 11 
pointing West, to the chain of Badlands running South from Wall, about twenty 
miles away. "Oh no," she said, "you can't go over there, that's too far away." 
Distance didn't mean anything to us. Coming out of town we could see so far we 
didn't realize it was almost a day's journey.

	Father took a wooden barrel and a 25 gallon churn to a nice clear chain of 
water holes, and filled them to bring back home. Then Mother would strain every 
bit of it through a cloth to get out the wigglers and pollywogs. then boil it 
and cool it, before we could drink it or cook with it. This was our water 
supply. As time went on we found that some of our neighbors had wells, so Father 
hauled from their wells until he could get help and time to dig us a well.

	There was a full fledged Dutchman who had come over from Holland, batching 
nearby, so Father got him to help dig a well. When they broke the sod they laid 
the big slabs, like brick work, around our house to break the old Northwest 
wind. It did help, but it was a far cry from the double walled, insulated homes 
of today. Fuel was scarce and no one could afford coal. I doubt if coal could 
have been bought in those days even if you did have the money. We all did well 
to rustle wood to keep the fires going during the day and let  them go out at 
night. Consequently, everything froze up, and it would take hours to thaw things 
out and warm up enough so that the smaller children could venture out of their 
warm spots in their beds. 

	There were tarpaper shacks on every 160 acres, and it was surprising how 
those number two kerosene lamps would flicker a small light through the night, 
dotting the prairies almost as thick as the stars above, It wasn't long before 
we got acquainted. Some had families, some were bachelors and some were single 
gals, homesteading until they could prove up and get the deed to their piece of 
land. Some were musical and had instruments such as violins, mandolins, guitars, 
accordions, and banjos. As soon as they found out that we had a piano and that 
my older sisters could play it, they got the habit of gathering at our house and 
playing music several hours of an evening, just to pass the time. Finally it got 
to be a regular neighborhood affair. We would set the table and dressers, etc., 
outside, pile the bedding on one or two beds, roll up the rug, and dance until 
sunup. Everyone had fun from the littlest to the biggest.

	My oldest sister finished high school before we moved to South Dakota, so 
my parents and the neighbors who had children, decided to hold school in an 
empty shack left by some folks. My sister was our first teacher, in fact, 
probably the first to teach out on these prairies. As the years went by others 
came who were qualified teachers. Their wages were $35.00 per month.

	1910 was quite a dry, hot summer, but 1911 was the dry year long to be 
remembered. People still talk about it. It was so dry that corn planted that 
year didn't even sprout or come up, until the next spring. Some years later it 
was so hot that the genuine squaw corn popped right on the cob, out in the 
field. That's the truth. We kept several ears a long time just to show people to 
prove this very statement, but in moving and over a span of fifty-seven years, 
they got lost.

	One of the sports in the fall was to hunt snake dens. There was quite a 
chain of Badland breaks Northeast of our place and every night after school we'd 
go there to hunt snakes. There would be hundreds of them piled outside their 
holes, sunning themselves, on the West side of the slope. My sister would take a 
shovel and circle way out and around and come in from the East side so her 
shadow wouldn't alert them. Then she would stick the shovel down in front of the 
hole and the rest of us would rush up and start forking the snakes and throwing 
them away from the hole with our sticks and clubs. We would kill from 21 to 36 
snakes each evening. We would cut off the rattles and it didn't take long to 
fill a quart jar. My Grandfather would go to Florida for the winter and take 
along the quart jars of rattles to show when he told his snake stories.

	It got to be a common occurrence for some of us kids to dream at night, we 
were sure we had snakes in our bed. Mother would shake us and talk to us and 
finally convince us there were no snakes, then we would settle down. Many times 
she would vow, "this is the last time you are going over to those snake dens," 
But the next afternoon, after walking three miles home from school, we'd have a 
slice of bread and butter and tease and coax Mother until she'd let us go again. 
I'm sure if I had the same problem to cope with that she had I would have been 
much more rigid and stern with my boys because it would be so dangerous. I don't 
know how we every escaped without getting bitten, for many a time we'd be 
killing one and there would be another buzzing and striking behind us. We'd 
whirl and give him a stunning blow until we finished murdering the one we 
started on first. I don't believe many grownups would have had the courage to 
attempt attacking such a huge pile of creeping, crawling things. When I 
reminisce back over those years, it's still a very vivid thing to me and it 
makes me shudder to think that I did things like that, but it was great sport to 
us then.

	In the fall of 1908, my youngest brother was born, making us a family of 
five girls and two boys. It puzzles me now when I try to understand how my folks 
managed to make a living for us. I do know that our relatives were good about 
sending boxes of clothing, but my poor Mother worked hard all day and would sit 
all hours of the night mending and sewing, by the poor light of a kerosene lamp, 
to keep us clothed. After I grew up, Mother told me that Christmas time was the 
hardest time of all. We would write Santa of our childish wishes and wants, and 
sometimes they were very extravagant. But weeks before, Mother and my oldest 
sister would sneak the girls dilapidated dolls, and fix them up with new arms or 
legs, order new heads, and make all new outfits for the dolls. That old doll 
made into a new one, an orange, an apple, a package of gum, a mouth harp or a 
top and a pair of mittens was what our stocking contained on Christmas morning. 
She said it always hurt her to see how little it took to please us and satisfy 
after writing Santa for sewing machines and sleds, etc. On Christmas morning we 
were so thrilled and happy we never once thought of being disappointed. I look 
at the children's modern toys of today and they aren't satisfied or don't 
appreciate what they have.

	Years rolled on and we all grew to healthy, strong youngsters, then to men 
and women. Eventually we married and had homes of our own.

	Lee's folks and my folks gave us odds and ends of furniture, some beds and 
bedding. We used apple boxes for extra chairs, orange crates stacked one on top 
of the other or nailed upon the walls, made our cupboards. A draw string with a 
flour sack or print material curtain instead of doors. We only had a galvanized 
tub to bathe in and to do our weekly wash in. In the winter we'd start by 
chopping ice out of the water barrel, melting and heating water to wash the 
clothes. Of course, white clothes had to be boiled fifteen minutes each tub 
full, and then rub the colored clothes for hours. That same process went on 
every week.

	Now when I look around at the young people of today who have wedding 
showers and get all the nice linens, bedspreads, blankets, electric appliances, 
etc., I wonder If they realize how lucky they are, or what it really takes to 
make a house a home.

	I believe as my husband and I, or my Mother and Father battled the tide of 
life, side by side, each one ready to share the ups and downs, gradually gaining 
a little bigger foothold, our love grew stronger and we gained courage to keep 
trying. We are thankful for our family and the good health that we are still 
enjoying.

[Photo - The Putnam Family in 1910]

[Photo - After an all night's dance on the claim.]

[Photo - Putnam family at their homestead - 1911]



Mr. and Mrs. Lee Williams

by Mrs. Williams

	In April, 1909, the Williams family and the Al Percy family from Spencer, 
Nebraska, drove a caravan of two or three covered wagons to South Dakota. The 
four older boys changed off driving about seventy head of cattle on horseback. 
The little calves played out after a few days of travel so they loaded them in 
the hayrack, but still had to sell them, as they couldn't make the trip. They 
were on the road 21 days before arriving at their destination. Lee Williams's 
older brothers and relatives had come out earlier and filed on homesteads. His 
Father bought his land from earlier settlers and were located about five miles 
South of the Putnams.

	In the herd of cattle there was an old cow they called Whitey. In 
Nebraska, she was always getting in a bog hole and they would have to take a 
team to pull her out of the mud. In their travels they came to the Missouri 
River, no bridges those days, nothing else for them to do but to ford the river. 
So they all plunged in and arrived safely on the other side. Dad looked back and 
there stood old Whitey bellowing at us from the other side. There wasn't 
anything else we could do but ford the river again and bring old Whitey across. 
We hadn't landed more than three days until old Whitey came up missing. My Dad, 
my brothers and I went to hunt for her. Sure enough, she had found a new bog 
hole. When they went back after the team to pull her out, Dad said, "Boys, 
enough is enough, old Whitey has got to go to market." We sold her within a 
week.

	Lee recalls the second day out when a blizzard hit. One of our mares left 
the herd in the night and headed back home. The boys went to look for her, 
supposing she would go clear back where we started from, but luckily she had 
only gotten back to the campsite where we had stopped the night before. But 
there were two instead of one, she had a baby colt with her. We had to load the 
colt and haul it in a wagon. It got pretty weary. The Williams' like the 
Putnams, weathered the storms and dry years. As time went on seven kids went to 
school together, and grew up together. It got to be a habit for Lee to ride up 
to the Putnams quite often, which years later, resulted in the marriage of Lee 
Williams and Doris Putnam. We were married June 5th, 1915, fifty years ago. Our 
children made a big celebration of our 50th Wedding Anniversary.

	We had a family of five boys. When the second baby was only weeks old, Lee 
was inducted into the Army during the first World War. But the Armistice was 
signed that month, which relieved him of that duty. As time went on we continued 
to play for dances. It wasn't unusual for the crowd to gather one place or 
another, and they would lack musicians, so here would come a guy on horseback to 
get us out of bed to play for a dance. They all danced and had a good time, so 
did we. Quite often we would wind up holding one of the youngsters on our lap 
while we finished out the evening. The people would pass the hat, and we were 
lucky to get $2.50 or $3. 00, but in those days it meant a sack of flour or 
sugar and coffee. Sometimes, as the boys were growing up, we had quite a 
struggle providing food and clothing for the family. Lee quit smoking to be able 
to buy shoes for the little ones.

	The dry years from about 1932 to 1934 were when the dust storms were so 
severe. We used to hang wet clothes at the windows to hold back the dust, but 
still give us air to breathe. That year, 1934, we were compelled to sell out our 
herd of about 47 cows for the sum of $20.00 per head, and calves sold for $3.50 
each. There wasn't anything for them to eat, so we sold down to only two head, 
and managed to rake up feed for them. If I remember correctly the Government 
furnished money to the folks who could keep their cattle,, and helped them get 
feed and seed loans.

	The boys had to go about five miles to school, on horseback most of the 
time. In the winter we were worried, especially when a blizzard would overtake 
them (without a radio to warn us they would get caught) so we would hook up the 
team and go and meet them to bring them on in safely.

	All of the boys have been married for years past. Three of them are 
ranchers within a few hours drive of Wall. The other two, one lives in Denver 
and the other in Oklahoma. They and their families are planning on all being 
home for the first time in about thirty years. Getting all the family together 
once more made our 50th Anniversary celebration a most happy and perfect affair.

	I have related most of our hardships, but we have enjoyed lots and lots of 
very pleasant times also.

[Photo - Mr. and Mrs. Lee Williams]

[Photo - The Lee Williams Family]

[Photo Mr. and Mrs. Lee Williams on their Golden Wedding - June, 1965]



[Photo - A Dust Storm in 1934]



[Photo - The Charles Horton Farm - 1915]


The Charles R. Horton Story

by Mrs. Velma Williams

	Charles R. Horton came to South Dakota and homesteaded 8 miles east of 
Interior in 1905. He and mother (Elza McFarland) were married at Sioux City, 
Iowa in December 1906. Mother came here on the first passenger train to Kadoka 
in 1907.

	Dad was working on the Milwaukee railroad to Rapid City. They were in 
Rapid City when the last rail was laid on both railroads. Later he and mother 
cooked for the telegraph company when they put it through to Rapid City.

	When they left the homestead they moved to Interior. Dad desired ranch 
life to town life so he purchased the ranch northwest of Interior. On July 4th, 
1915 he moved his wife and three small children to their ranch home. They 
arrived there late in the afternoon of the fourth. They set up their beds and 
dead tired from a long days trip went to bed early. The baby daughter Velma 
couldn't sleep and kept crying. Dad was so disgusted because she usually slept 
all night. Mother got up and lit the lamp and to her horror what did she find 
but bed bugs! No wonder the baby couldn't sleep. They discovered the next 
morning the house was plastered with Badland's mud.

	A year later another son, Virgil was born. This was our family which grew 
up in the Big Foot community. We went to school and later to high school.

	Dad always wanted the best for his family. He helped build the Big Foot 
Presbyterian church and was a faithful member. Our Sunday School for years was 
one of the largest around. Because of the dry years and the government buying 
land our community decreased to only a few families. Dad hung on to his place 
and times were hard for everyone. His cattle and alfalfa were his lifes' work on 
his ranch.

	I will always remember one afternoon in August of 1927 when a bad storm 
cloud was coming up and of course he was cutting alfalfa seed and he needed 
another team to work. We were outside playing some game when dad wanted someone 
to go get the horses. I went to the barn and got on my old spotted saddle horse 
and went after them. When I got to the horses it had started to hail and they 
ran to the fence and on through with the storm. I jumped off my horse because 
she was afraid of a wire fence. I cut down through the cornfield and walked 
about a mile and a half home. I was badly bruised and cold. Dad and the county 
agent Mr. Herstead went out to find me but I came home before they got back.

	Another thing dad was always working horses that would run away. He had 
one that dragged him in a bed of cactus and we picked cactus stickers from him 
for a long time after that.

	Some of our neighbors were Dillions, who lived close to Dillon Pass; 
Crooks, Bradfields, Frank Gage, Hights, Hillerys, Hamms, Lossings, Jarvis, 
Hawks, Morgans, Williams, Sorrides, Olsons and several more.

	Mother and dad lived on this ranch from 1915-1945 when they moved to 
Quinn. Mother died in November 1946. Daddy died in July of 1947 and they are 
buried in the Quinn Cemetery. So ended lives of two pioneers of Eastern 
Pennington County.

[Photo - The Charles Horton Family]

[Photo - School Ponies]

[Photo - Farm Scene at the Horton's]

[Photo - Hoppers harvesting the corn crop west of the Missouri River in S. D. on 
the C. B. H. No. 16.]

[Photo - A group of Old Timers that shouldn't be forgotten. W. L. Brownson, Joe 
Chamberlain, Mr. Vick, Frank Brownson, Mr. Stoughton, Mr. Kohler, Mr. Hawley]

[Photo - Boys leaving for World War I. Lloyd Parsons, Gus and Curly Knodel, 
Chas. Strandell, Ole Lathroph, Tenny Tenneysen and Earl Hawley.]

[Photo - Herman Ricard on harp and Tenny Tennysen on violin.]



Merl Warner Story

by Opal Warner

	Merl Warner came to Quinn in the fall of 1912 and filed on some land as 
his homestead. It was fourteen miles southwest of Quinn. He returned to 
Vermillion South Dakota where he lived and on September 24th he was married to 
Miss Opal Bush of Plainsview, Nebraska.

	We came out here to live on our homestead until time to prove up. We had a 
lot of fine neighbors and had a wonderful time. We had no conveniences at all, 
kerosene lamps and had to haul our drinking water several miles.

	After we proved up we moved to his father's place two and one half miles 
east of Quinn to help him as his health wasn't good.

	On June 8, 1915 a baby daughter was born to us, we named her Bernice Clara 
Warner. We then moved to a farm, known as the Davis farm, two miles south of 
Quinn. We lived therefor awhile, then we moved to Quinn and bought the Emil 
Misterick home. Merl was manager of the Peter Mintern lumber yard. A year later 
we bought the Quinn Hotel from George Ames. We had that until World War one 
started and it was hard to get help, so we sold it to Mel Jeffery. We then sold 
our home in town and rented the Warner farm from his mother, we lived there a 
few years, then we bought the Charlie Kruse farm, while there Lucille Elaine 
Warner was born on March 12, 1928. We lived there until 1942 when sickness 
forced Merl to give up farming and we moved to Rapid City. Merl joined the real 
estate firm of Charlie Reed and Julis Schumacher and has been in the real estate 
business ever since. Our daughter Bernice married Lynn Brownson, they have one 
daughter Gwendolyn. They live in Rapid City. Lucille married Fred DeMarco and 
their daughter Toni lives here in Rapid City while her husband is serving with 
the Armed Forces in Viet Nam.




Kelly's and Anthony's

by Lucille Bloom

	John Kelly came from Canada in 1860 and settled near Yankton, in Dakota 
territory. He freighted from Yankton to Pierre. He married Ellen Cunningham. 
Their eldest son Dan, was born in 1875.

	Dan and Nora Anthony were married in February 1903. Nora's folks had moved 
from Le Mars, Iowa to Yankton in 1895. Nord taught school for 2 years near 
Yankton.

	In the fall of 1907 Dan and Rob Anthony came to Quinn to locate and file 
on claims. They both located in Peno township. They went back that winter and in 
the spring of 1908 brought their families out to their homesteads.

	In the year of 1911 there wasn't any rain and none of the crops came up. 
Dan and Rob took their families back to Yankton for the winter. It rained that 
fall and crops all came up. They came back in the spring of 1912 and found 
someone had broken into Dan and Nora's home. They took all their bedding and 
clothes.

	Nora's mother and father both came from Cork County, Ireland. Honora 
Donahue Anthony came over with her folks when she was only 4 years old. John 
Anthony came by himself when he was only 16 years old. He never went back and 
none of his family ever came to the U.S.

	John Anthony passed away at Yankton. Honora Anthony, son Jim and daughter 
Rose came out from Yankton in 1909 and bought the place where Henry Rehaet lived 
in later years. In 1910 Honora Anthony bought the U Cross Ranch in Peno basin 
from a man named Dawson. At one time the ranch was a stage stop between. Ft. 
Pierre and Deadwood. She resided there until she died in January 1919.

	John Anthony and family lived one eighth mile from her, Rob one half mile 
and Nora and family three miles. Never a Sunday or holiday went by without the 
relatives as well as friends gathering there. They would play ball and ride 
broncs. Everyone was always welcome and never left before they had something to 
eat. Grandma Anthony was known far and wide as a woman of large heart and open 
hospitality. She was never more satisfied than when she was sharing her table 
and home with a host of friends and neighbors. It was commonly known that her 
greatest delight was being surrounded by all her house would hold, in making 
them comfortable and welcoming them with a smile, a kind word and generous 
bounty. Whenever our folks went to town or a celebration and asked us where we 
wanted to stay it was always "grandma's house".

	Every 4th of July they had a celebration at Peno Ranch. Also had bowery 
dances during the summer. The mail man always stopped at the ranch to eat dinner 
and sometimes in winter changed horses there.

	John Anthony died in 1919 at the time of the flu epidemic, leaving his 
wife Nellie and two small children, John and Mae. In the fall of 1918 Rob 
Anthony's house burned down and they lost everything they owned.

	Bill Kelly, Dan's brother, homesteaded in Montana in 1900. He later came 
back to South Dakota. He owned a well digging rig and went all over digging 
wells for the homesteaders in this area. He remained a bachelor all his life. He 
spent his later years in Rapid City where he died in 1952.

	The school house in the country was on the south edge of our place. Todd, 
John, and Pat went through the eighth grade there. In the fall of 1923 Dan and 
Nora and family moved to Quinn so the boys could go to high school. Todd and Pat 
both entered high school that fall and graduated in 1927.

	Dan had always bought livestock even when he lived on the farm, traveling 
many miles by horseback. After moving to town he devoted all of his time to 
buying cattle, horses, and hogs. He bought from Pierre to Rapid City, north to 
Faith and south to the Pine Ridge reservation, Year after year people would 
write, call and come to him to sell their stock. Every fall when the livestock 
run was on he would ship several loads a week out of Quinn. Todd, Pat, and John 
always helped their dad by trailing the cattle to shipping points and later 
years Todd hauled by truck. It was hard work and Dan put in long hours. It was 
also a worry whether market stayed up or went down before he got the stock sold. 
But it was a life he enjoyed. He liked people and enjoyed making friends. 
Everywhere he went they knew him, young and old alike. He always made friends 
with the children. No granddad enjoyed their grandchildren any more than dad did 
his. If he was gone away from home a lot when we were growing up he made it up 
in taking care of his grandchildren.

	In 1927 Dan and Nora lost their son Billy, he was twelve years old. Dan 
died in July of 1947. Pat, who followed in his dad's footsteps of buying 
livestock, died in 1956 of a heart attack, at the age of 48.

	Rob and Edith left their place and moved to Quinn and in 1935 they moved 
to Denver, Colorado. Their children Mary, Bob, and Willard had moved to Denver 
earlier. Ed and Iloe and family also moved to Denver. Rob died in November of 
1948. Edith and children still live at Denver.

	Rose and Jim Anthony, both in failing health, moved to Quinn. Rose died in 
1932 and Jim in 1942.

	Nora with son Todd lives in Quinn. They still have the homestead north of 
Quinn. Like her mother before her Nora or Grandma Kelly as she is known by all, 
enjoys company and always likes to have her children, grandchildren and great-
grandchildren come home. There are never too many, always room for one more. She 
has 14 grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildren. Her children have always lived 
close. John with his wife Mildred and son Dan live at Rapid City. Mildred, Pat's 
wife, with son Jerry lives in Rapid City, she has two more sons, Bob and Don, 
both married. Marge and Clarence Lyle and son Bill live next door. They have two 
other children both married, a son Dan and a daughter Mrs. Wm. Huether (Patty). 
Lucyle and Bud Bloom live four and one half miles south of Quinn. They have two 
children a son Jim and a daughter Mrs. Larry Ruland (Lenora). James (Ike) and 
Mary Jane live in Wall. They have five daughters Loretta, Mrs. Gary Stone 
(Kathern), Margaret, Rose Mary, and Dana.

	The H. M. Gotham family homesteaded three miles east and one mile north of 
Quinn, near Quinn Butte.

	They were married at Buffalo Center, Iowa in the early 1900's and that 
fall they came to make a new home in the west. They came part way by train and 
finished the trip by team and wagon as there was no railroad through Quinn at 
that time.

	They hauled lumber for their first house with team and wagon from Rapid 
City. Mr. Gotham was a carpenter so did his own building as well as working for 
others.

	They saw the men lay the railroad and saw the first train that went 
through Quinn. They did some farming, and a few cattle and raised a lot of 
turkeys and chickens.

	In the early 1920's they built a new house where they lived until they 
moved to Good Thunder, Minnesota in 1940. Later they moved two miles north of 
Mankato where Mrs. Gotham still resides.

	There are two sons, Cecil and Ronald, both attended grade and high school 
in Quinn public school. The family also attended Methodist church here.

	Both boys served in the armed forces. Ronald is married, an engineer, and 
lives in Mankato, Cecil operates the farm for his mother.

	Mr. Gotham passed away in 1962. Mrs. Gotham enjoys fair health in spite of 
her 80 years.

[Photo - Dan Kelly Homestead - 1907  John Anthony, Dan and Nora Kelly.]

[Photo - Mrs. Nora Kelly and John and Todd.]

[Photo - Mr. and Mrs. Robert Anthony, John Anthony, Henry Arend, Mrs. Anthony's 
father - 1908]

[Photo - The U Cross Ranch - 1910]

[Photo - Peno Ranch or U Cross house. L. to r.: Nellie Anthony, Nora Kelly, 
Edith Anthony, Dan Kelly, Rob Anthony, John Anthony. Children: Ed Anthony, Pat 
Kelly, Willard Anthony, Todd and Margie Kelly and John Kelly on horse.]

[Photo - Well digging outfit, Bill Kelly and his team.]

H. M. Gotham Family

by Edgar Schrieber

[Photo - Gotham's first home. Pictured are Mr. and Mrs. Gotham, his brother and 
mother.]


	The H. M. Gotham family homesteaded three miles east and one mile north of 
Quinn, near Quinn Butte.

	They were married at Buffalo Center, Iowa in the early 1900's and that 
fall they came to make a new home in the west. They came part way by train and 
finished the trip by team and wagon as there was no railroad through Quinn at 
that time.

	They hauled lumber for their first house with team and wagon from Rapid 
City. Mr. Gotham was a carpenter so did his own building as well as working for 
others.

	They saw the men lay the railroad and saw the first train that went 
through Quinn. They did some farming, and a few cattle and raised a lot of 
turkeys and chickens.

	In the early 1920's they built a new house where they lived until they 
moved to Good Thunder, Minnesota in 1940. Later they moved two miles north of 
Mankato where Mrs. Gotham still resides.

	There are two sons, Cecil and Ronald, both attended grade and high school 
in Quinn public school. The family also attended Methodist church here.

	Both boys served in the armed forces. Ronald is married, an engineer, and 
lives in Mankato, Cecil operates the farm for his mother.

	Mr. Gotham passed away in 1962. Mrs. Gotham enjoys fair health in spite of 
her 80 years.

[Photo - Threshing at the Gotham place]

[Photo - Bliss wheat field in July, 1910]

[Photo - Cecil, Mrs. Gotham, Mr. Gotham and Ronald.]



Gregson Family

by Glenn E. Gregson

	My father, Joseph William (Bill) Gregson, came from Iowa to Kimball in 
1899. He came to Pennington County in 1905. Jackson and Nancy Gregson, his 
brother, Merritt, and his brother-in-law Charles Farnsworth came in 190 7. They 
homesteaded east of Quinn on Cottonwood Creek. Charles Kruse had his homestead 
west of us and his brother Fred Kruse, lived east of us.

	In 1906 my mother, Annie Farnsworth Gregson, my brother, Frank, and my two 
sisters, Alma (Mrs. Bloom), and Daisy (Mrs. Ray Chamberlain), and I came from 
Kimball to Murdo on the train. At that time, the train stopped at Murdo: and we 
had to come the rest of the way in a covered wagon. We lived in the covered 
wagon on the homestead until we could get logs enough to build a log cabin.

	For several years, my father owned a horsepowered threshing machine, and 
did threshing for most of the people in the Quinn Community. He, also, used 
horses and wagon to haul lumber from Rapid City to the Kingsbury Lumber Company 
in Quinn.

	In 1911, we didn't have any crop because of the dry weather; so Dad sold 
our place to Henry Hildebrandt and we moved back to Kimball. We stayed in 
Kimball until 1913, and then moved back to the Davis place, about two and a half 
miles south of Quinn. We lived there for a while, then in Rapid City, and came 
back to Quinn in about 1916.

	When we moved back to Quinn, my Dad and Ray Chamberlain bought the livery 
barn and dray line. When cars and trucks took over the jobs of the horses, Dad 
made his livery barn into a dance hall. My parents celebrated their Golden 
Wedding Anniversary in this hall in 1938. This same hall was later converted 
into the Quinn movie theater. My Dad still owned the dray line and did some 
hauling up to the time he passed away.

	My brother, Frank, my cousins, Merle Farnsworth and Orrie Miller, and I 
built the Quinn Dam with horses and fresnose in the 1920's.

	I married Mary Biever in 1925. We lived in Quinn, and I worked for the 
State Highway Department. I maintained the highways with a road grader pulled by 
horses. Later on I drove a motor-driven maintainer. Three of our children were 
born while we lived in Quinn, Glenn, Helene, and Marilu. 

	I was transferred to the State Highway Department in Wall in 1932. We had 
two more children in Wall, Patricia and Karen. We lived in Wall until 1943. We 
moved from Wall to New Underwood, where we are still living.

	My son, Glen, now lives in Hill City, my daughters Mrs. Frank Braden 
(Helene) in Rapid City, Mrs. Walter Green (Marilu) in New Underwood, Mrs. 
Richard Harwood (Patty) near Union Center, and Mrs. David Stewart (Kaye) in 
Aberdeen.)


by Frank Gregson

	I married Della Flatt in 1913. We lived in an old log house in Quinn that 
belonged to my father. We had seven children. Six of them were born in Quinn. 
Our children are: Vernleigh, Puiallup, Washington; Dale, Spearfish; the twins 
Buford and Berl, Hill City; Othal, Hill City; Joy, Security, Colorado; and Gary, 
Hill City.

	We moved to Hill City in 1933, and have lived there since.

[Photo - Frank Gregson, Sam Bloom and Joe Knapp]


Farnsworth Family

by Merle Farnsworth

	We came from South Eastern Iowa to Eastern Pennington County, S. Dak. with 
an emigrant car to Midland, S. Dak. where my uncles William and Merit Gregson 
met us with teams and wagons and helped us move our stock and furniture to the 
Gregson homestead 5 miles east of Quinn, S. Dak.

	There were six of us came at this time my Father and Mother, Charles and 
Myrtle Farnsworth my sister May and myself also my Maternal Grandparents Jackson 
and Nancy Gregson.

	We landed at the homestead April 3rd, 1907. We had brought a canopy tent 
24 ft. by 16 ft. which we lived in until we hauled lumber from Wasta, S. Dak. to 
build a house. We built our barn out of sod. We took our covered wagon, teams 
and camped in Rapid City and hauled lumber from the sawmill 15 miles up the 
Crouch line railroad which had washed out; we made a trip every day, loaded it 
in cars in Rapid City and shipped it to A. C. Kingsbury lumber yards located in 
Quinn, Wall, and Cottonwood, S. Dak. We worked here until Nov. 1907 then came 
back to the homestead. I lived on the homestead with my parents until 1912 when 
I was married to Elizabeth Craft who lived in Stanley County 9 miles south of 
Cottonwood, she was the daughter of Charles F. Craft. We lived on the Craft 
homestead until the spring of 1914, when we moved back to my fathers homestead 
where we lived until 1962 when we bought property in Wall where we still reside. 
My sister May Huffman lives with us.

[Photo - Four generations: Nancy Gregson, Myrtle Farnsworth, May Bloom and Velda 
Bloom, at the Farnsworth homestead.]

[Photo - Elizabeth Farnsworth beside their first car, bought in 1916.]

[Photo - Merle and Elizabeth Farnsworth, taken by their second car in 1924.]

[Photo - Mr. and Mrs. Farnsworth on their Golden Wedding Day - 1940.]




The Henry Raymond Family

by Mary Raymond Cline

	My parents, Henry Burdett and Lourena Bell Raymond sold their nice home 
near where Creston, a post office no longer in use, was located. They moved east 
of the Cheyenne River into an unknown country where only a few cowboys lived and 
cattle companies run vast herds of cattle. They spent their first winter at a 
cattle camp west of where Wall is now located. That was in the year 1899.

	The following Spring in 1900, they moved east of the Badlands where they 
filed on land and built a log house. Mother has told how much fun they had going 
twenty miles or so to dances where the ladies baked cakes and made sandwiches 
and the men took up a collection to pay for the music. There were many hardships 
they went through. The postoffice was a store located at Dakota City which was 
on the west side of the Cheyenne River and it was a lot of river in those days. 
Sometimes they would have to wait at Mr. Sissons a day or two before they could 
cross it to get supplies and generally they would lay in supplies enough to last 
from three to six months when they did.

	The first of May, 1905 there was a terrible storm. Mother had dreamt about 
the blizzard, and she got up that morning and told my father to gather up the 
cattle and hold them close to home as she was sure something would happen. My 
father just laughed at her, but to please her did as she asked which was lucky 
for them as they would have lost their herd.

	David Hankins, a Mr. Furnas, and Burdette Raymond cut trees and built our 
first school house and hired Miss Carrie Laurence as teacher. That was in 1905-
06. 1 was very small to walk that two miles to school and back home at night, 
but Rena and I went every school day. The range cattle would chase us sometimes, 
but I guess they were just curious and wanted to see what we were because they 
ran away if we started toward them.

	We often saw coyotes on our way to school and would get so cold.

	The year 1907 the North Western Railroad built through our place and the 
great herds no longer roamed. the prairies. Quinn and Wall came into being and 
the open range was a thing of the past.

	Of the Raymond Family Henry, Harry, Ernest and Charles are all buried in 
the cemetery at Quinn-also Father and Mother.

	Grace lives in Marietta, Georgia (Mrs. H. C. Simmonds).

[Photo - Henry Raymond Homestead 1906]

[Photo - Rena, Henry and Mary Raymond]

[Photo - Raymond School - 1919   George Quinn, Dorothy and Madelene Ryle, Mary 
Raymond, Mable and Mary Tweedt, Oscar Orr, Esther Freiberg Bielmaier, teacher.]




The J. F. Furnas Family

(by Mabel Furnas Brown)

	My folks came to South Dakota from Iowa in 1885, to the town of Buffalo 
Gap. Here my father drove stage for Evan's Stage Company until the railroad was 
built.

	In the spring of 1902, my parents filed on a homestead north of Quinn. 
They built a log house that was later known as the Furnas Post Office which they 
ran until 1907, when it was moved to the townsite of Quinn. My brother, Coy, was 
Postmaster 10 or 12 years. He went by buggy to a ranch in Peno Basin to get mail 
off of the stage that went between Pierre and Deadwood.

	Coy and Dad were known as locaters. They helped many homesteaders find the 
stakes that marked the sections and townships. The family still has in its 
possession the original Plat Book which Coy used in locating these early 
settlers.

	The first school in the community was also a log house, about a mile west 
of Furnas. I believe the first teacher was Rena Whitman. Some of our early 
neighbors were: Mike Quinns, Lazy S J Ranch, The U Cross Ranch north of us, the 
Cyrus Colvins, the Jim Hansens, Tony and Joe Halls, Raymonds, Douds, Caspers, 
Hankins, Woods and Lewis are some that I remember.

	I married Bill Brown, foreman of the U Cross Ranch, and moved to Rosebud 
in 1907. My husband was killed and I was left to bring up 3 small sons. I also 
had a brother, Leo. Coy married Fanny Wood and a sister, Ruth, who married Walt 
Kellem.

	Trying to write about early days does not come easy. There is so much to 
tell and still keep it interesting. I am almost 80 years old and it is hard to 
remember; maybe some of the younger people will write more of the details. I now 
live in Long Beach, California, and enjoy fair health. I wish you much success 
with your book.

Photo - Furnas home and post office north of Quinn where homesteaders got their 
first mail before the railroad came through.]

[Photo - Mr. and Mrs. Furnas, Coy Furnas, Ruth Furnas Kellem, Mabel Furnas Brown 
and her three boys; Leo Furnas.]

[Photo - Grandma and Grandpa Furnas on their 50th Wedding Anniversary.]




Alta Hawley Krueger

	I, Alta Hawley Krueger, moved to Quinn, S.D. from Vermillion, on July 8, 
1908, with my family. My father had purchased a relinquishment, we established 
residence and improved the 160 acres allowed by the federal government. We were 
located about 9 miles south east of town.

	I attended school at the little tar-paper covered school house near our 
home and later taught school at the same place for four years.

	Ferd Krueger moved to Quinn in the fall of 1908 from Butler, S. D. He came 
with A. G. Seefeld who was his employer. His father bought a farm 4 1/2 miles 
south east of town and later on Ferd took over the place, His father returned to 
Butler. Ferd and I were married, at my home, on Jan. 23, 1917 and I took up 
residence on the Krueger farm.

	We raised a family of three boys and one girl. Sidney was married to 
Patricia Easley, of Temple, Texas in 1951. They live in Grand Prairie, Texas. 
Sidney works for the postal dept. in Dallas, Texas. They have a son, Brant and a 
daughter, Teresa.

	Francis married Waneta Dahl, from Winner, S. D. in 1947. They live in 
Minneapolis, Minn. Francis is a surveyor employed by the city of Minneapolis. 
They have a daughter, Patricia.

	Howard and Carolyn Tennyson were married in 1948. They live in Burke, S.D. 
Howard is a highway patrolman of Gregory County. They have three daughters, 
Gloria, Gayla, Glea,

	Shirley married Tom Lewis in 1957. They live in Gunnison, Colo. Tom works 
for the forest service. They have a son, Tommy and a daughter, Sharon.

	The three Krueger boys and Tom Lewis were all members of the Armed 
Services for different periods of time.


[Photo - Joe and Susan Chamberlain's Claim Shacks. They came from Vermillion in 
1906.]

[Photo - Mmes. Chamberlain, Gregson, Doud and Sutton.]

[Photo - Frank Gregson, Ray Chamberlain, William Gregson, Jack Jonssen, Hank 
Putman, Frank Chamberlain and Ferd Krueger.]




The Wood Family

by Mrs. Waldon Wood

	In the fall of 1906 Mr. and Mrs. Wesley C. Wood, sons Chan and Everett 
left Bloomfield, Nebraska in a covered wagon, stopping at their daughters, Mr. 
and Mrs. Arthur Galbraith near Spencer, Nebraska, who joined them with their 
team and buggy to come to see about a claim in Western South Dakota. Vera 
Galbraith who was with them was about one year old. They came to the Furnas Post 
Office where Coy Furnas was postmaster and locator for those looking for places 
to file on. Furnas was located about two miles north of the present site of 
Quinn.

	W. C. Wood chose the quarter of land about a mile north of Furnas and 
Arthur Galbraith took a place north of Wall. They came to Rapid City to file on 
their claims. Ralph Wood came to Rapid City later that fall by train to file on 
a claim. Chan's joined his father's place and Ralph's, west, owned by Sorensens 
now.

	Arthur Galbraith, Ralph and Chan Wood brought an emmigrant car to Wasta in 
the spring of 1907. W. C. Wood, Floyd and Waldon came with a covered wagon with 
the cattle and horses across the prairies. The women, Mrs. W. C. Wood, Ethel and 
Mae Wood, Fanny Wood and Valda Galbraith with Everett, Park and Perry

	Wood and Vera and Grace Galbraith came by train. Arthur Galbraith built a 
frame house, Chan and Ralph built sod houses. W. C. Wood lived in the covered 
wagon and tent until they built their house. They freighted the lumber from 
Wasta as the railroad had not been built through yet.

	May of 1907 was real wet. The sod houses, fell down but what crops they 
were able to get in after breaking the sod were good. The mosquitoes were 
terrible, like clouds at times.

	The mail came from Grindstone two or three times a week and people came 
for miles as Furnas was the only Postoffice for miles. Ball games were played 
while they waited for the mail. Coy Furnas moved the post office to the Quinn 
town site before the railroad came later in 1907. There was a celebration in 
Quinn on the Fourth of July where they had a bucking horse, ball game, etc. W. 
C. Wood acted as Marshall for the day.

	The first school for the community was built of logs one and one-fourth 
miles from Furnas, on the Hankins place, where the Hankins, Colvins, Furnas, 
Raymond and Winklers went to school before 1906. Miss Daisy Shine taught the 
school in the fall of 1907 when there were about twenty pupils. A school was 
started in Quinn in 1907 and a Sunday School was held in the school house until 
the church was built. The present church was dedicated in 1910.

	There wasn't any rain in 1911 until late summer when the grain came up. A 
great many people left that year, some returning the next year. A few proved up 
on their claims before and were gone.

	Chan Wood was the first barber in Quinn but he sold his place and moved 
back to Bloomfield after about a year on the claim.

	Waldon, Blanche, Maxine and Kenneth Wood moved to the W. C. Wood place in 
the spring of 1923, when his folks moved to Quinn until Waldons' built and moved 
to the Winkler place in 1928, where they lived until 1949 when they moved to 
Rapid City. Everett his wife Luella and five daughters came back to South Dakota 
from California to visit in 1929, but missed his folks who had been called to 
California. Everett passed away suddenly on his folk's place in January of 1929. 
His parents returned and after selling their things moved to California in March 
1929.

	The water supply varied in different places. W. C. Wood had a well fairly 
close to the buildings on the corner of his place but the water was too hard to 
use, then a well farther up the draw proved to be good but it had to be hauled 
in the old water barrel on a sled or stone boat as it was called. No cool water 
to drink in the summer unless you went directly to the well. Rain was caught in 
tubs, etc., for washing and snow melted when we had snow in the winter. 
Hardships that either make or break characters.

	Coy Furnas married Fanny Wood in the fall of 1908. They had the Quinn post 
office until about 1920 when they moved to California where they passed away in 
1948 and 1957. Mrs. W. C. Wood passed away in California in 1940 and he lived 
until 1949. Ralph and Mae moved to California years before they passed away in 
1940 and 1947. Perry also passed away in California in January 1961. Floyd and 
his family and Mrs. Perry Wood still live in California. Chan lives in Hastings, 
Nebraska, Park in Missouri, Waldons in Rapid City, and Valda and Arthur 
Galbraith still live in Wall, S. Dak. in June 1965.

[Photo - Waldon Wood in Quinn about 1912]

[Photo - The W. C. Woods]

[Photo - Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Wood - 1926]

[Photo - Ted Connolly and Waldron Wood with a coyote catch.]

[Photo - W. C. Wood place, north of Quinn, 1909  Perry, Park and Waldon Wood.]



The Calloways and Quinn

by Lou Calloway

	In the latter part of April 1908, my brother Clyde and I located on two 
quarter- sections of land in township 4N. 17 East of the Black Hills Meridian. 
Our father had arrived a short time earlier and built a one-room shack on each 
claim.

	These shacks were built of rough lumber and covered with tar paper. Mine 
had an extra siding half way up of sod blocks. Later, poles were set up about 
eight feet from the front of the shack to support a thatched roof to form a car 
port, but of course, we had no car. Our means of transportation was an old one-
seated buggy, without a top, drawn by a lean swaybacked horse we called Zis. His 
stable was built entirely of sod.

	House furnishings were just the bare necessities; a small wood burning 
stove, a table, a few chairs, a bed, a few dishes and cooking utensils, a tub 
and wash board and a large creamery can in which to haul water from the 
neighbors. A washstand and cupboards were made of boxes or shelves nailed to the 
walls.

	We got our mail and did our shopping at Ash Creek, which was about five 
miles and seven barbed wire gates away. Only those who lived through the era of 
those gates can appreciate what it meant to open and close those seven on the 
trips to and from Ash Creek. It was strain on both muscles and temper, 
especially if Zis decided to walk on a few hundred yards during the closing 
process.

	The Tommy MacDonald and Matt Smith ranches were not far away, and both 
families were very kind to us. Near by lived a well driller, Mr. Tracy with his 
family and several hounds. He had a unique way of hunting coyotes, riding in a 
buckboard drawn by two mules and followed by those long lean hounds. Other 
neighbors were Jewish families who had come from Sioux City, Iowa, I think.

	Their children were bright and the parents wanted them educated so two 
schools were established in two homesteaders houses. I rode horse back about two 
miles, taught a few months in one of the schools, and Clyde, who had never 
taught a day in his life, wrote the teacher's examinations at Rapid City, and 
taught at the other school. We each had a couple of adult pupils who wanted to 
learn more English.

	We enjoyed our months in South Dakota in spite of the facts that, during 
our first two months there, it rained nearly every day, and that later in the 
summer Clyde had typhoid fever. Our mother and sister, who had come for a three-
weeks visit, stayed nine weeks and mother with the help of Dr. Cowan brought him 
safely through the ordeal.

	We proved up on our claims in the spring of 1909, and went back to 
Wisconsin, where Clyde operated a jewelry store at Potosi and later at Laurel, 
Montana, where he died in 1949.

	Sometime about 1903 or 1904 our father Walter Calloway, homesteaded near 
Chamberlain, S. Dak. A few years later, he sold that land and bought three 
quarter- sections a few miles north of Quinn. The farm is now owned by Dean 
Parsons. In 1919 Dad and mother moved from Wisconsin, and lived on this farm 
until 1935, when they left because of mother's failing health. During these 
years, I taught at Fort Benton, Montana, and spent my summers at Quinn. I 
retired and returned to Wisconsin in 1936. Mother died in 1938 and nine years 
later Dad passed away.

	In 1951, I came to Dubuque, and a few years later, my sister joined me and 
we now live here at 263 Hill St.

[Photo - Lou Calloway's Homestead]

[Photo - Clyde, Zis and stable, summer 1908]

[Photo - Clyde Calloway and his mother, summer 1908.]



History of Ernest H. Helms

by Ernest Helms Jr.

	In May of 1909 Ernest Helms known as E. H. Helms came to Kadoka, South 
Dakota by train from Rock Rapids, Iowa. Then he and another man rode to Rapid 
City, South Dakota on horse-back looking for homesteads. There were no 
homesteads available. They left their horses in Rapid City, South Dakota and 
boarded a train as far as Quinn, South Dakota, here they came upon a land agent 
by the name of Coy Furnas who showed them land that they could buy. He then 
purchased one quarter from Mr. &Mrs. Cyril Bloodgood located NW 1/4 of see. 14, 
and one quarter from John Evans SW 1/4 of see. 14 2N 16E in Huron Township. He 
purchased this land for $2400 a quarter. He then returned to Rock Rapids, Iowa. 
In the fall of 1909 he returned to his land and built a barn 28x48 which still 
stands today and is being used. After he had this completed, he returned to Rock 
Rapids, Iowa for the winter. He returned to his land again in the spring of 1910 
bringing 25 head of registered Shorthorn cattle, 6 horses, and a line of farm 
machinery. His widowed mother Reka Helms and a brother John Helms came along 
with him to make their home with him. In May of 1910 he purchased the Lake Flat 
Dance Hall and moved it to his place and used it for his house for several 
years. In 1914 he purchased a house from Mr. Havaland and moved it on his place, 
which still remains on the place at the present time.

	Reka Helms completed the homesteading of Bill Neeman in 1911. In the 
summer of 1913 Reka Helms and John Helms returned to Rock Rapids, Iowa. Reka 
Helms remarried after she returned to Rock Rapids, Iowa to J. H. Zenker of 
Steen, Minnesota in the fall of 1913.

	The summer of 1910 he promoted the building of the St. Paul Lutheran 
church which was located in Peno Basin. While working on this church building he 
met Paulina Geigle the daughter of Mr. & Mrs. Jacob Geigle Sr. on whose land 
they were building the church. Paulina Geigle also homesteaded a quarter of land 
in Peno Basin in 1908. He became engaged to her that summer and on October 25, 
1910 they were married. They were the first couple to be married in the new 
church. As years went on he helped in the rebuilding and remodeling of this 
church.

	Mr. Helms remained here even in the drouth years of the 1911 when most of 
the homesteaders left.

	As a member of Huron Township he served on the township board, and school 
board for twenty-one years. He always said, he became of age serving on the 
school board.

	In the summer of 1917 Mr. E. H. Helms, George Fauske, L. G. Hildebrandt 
started the first Telephone Company in this community placing their office in 
Quinn, South Dakota. They named it the Golden West. Mr. Helms was on the 
telephone pole committee. In those days you couldn't buy poles as now days. They 
had to be bought from men who chopped them in the Cheyenne River breaks. He 
would have loads and loads of long cedar poles in his yard for the telephone 
company for their use, which were brought from the Pedro and Creighton country.

	The Helms place was always a welcome place for dinner, or overnight 
staying place for people of the Creighton and Pedro area. People who would haul 
to Quinn, South Dakota, or drive cattle to market in the fall. This was the 
half-way stopping place between the north country and the town of Quinn.

	Mr. Helms came to this country with a good herd of Shorthorn cattle which 
he kept up all his life. He sold many registered bulls, which helped build up 
this part of the country. His son, Ernest Jr., still follows his father's 
footsteps. January 28, 1920 Mr. Helms and L. G. Hildebrandt held one of the 
first Registered Shorthorn and Registered Black Poland China hog sale on Mr. 
Helms place in Eastern Pennington County in a heated tent.

	Mr. Helms purchased one of the first tractors in the country known as the 
Big Bull tractor. He also purchased one of the first automobiles, known as the 
83 Overland.

	During the summer of 1920 they had a fire on their place, which burned the 
hog house, hen house, and the shop. These buildings were never rebuilt.

	The Helms' had four children which survived. E. H. Helms passed away on 
March 18, 1948. His wife Paulina then moved to Wall, South Dakota where she made 
her home for a few years. After a year of illness on October 6, 1955 she passed 
away, leaving their four grown children. Erving who still lives on the home 
place. Ernest lives just one mile north of the home place. Rose, the oldest one 
of the children, Mrs. Reinhold Denke, made her home in the Pedro community. 
Paulina, Mrs. Clarence Sachs, lives in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

[Photo - Ernest Helms home in 1910]

[Photo - The Helms home place]

[Photo - Part of the Helms Family]

[Photo - Present home of Erving E. Helms]





Teuber Family

by Vern McDonnell

	Bernard Teuber came from Huron So. Dak. and homesteaded on the North East 
1/4 of Sec. 23 2-N-16-E in 1906. He, and his wife and two sons Fred, and Oscar, 
Fred became of age a few years later and filed on the N.W. 1/4 of sec. 22 2-N-
16-E.

	In 1911 Oscar went back to work in Huron, because it was such a dry year 
and no crop was raised here.

	Mr. Teuber built one of the first barns, with a shingle roof, on Lake 
Flat. It is still here today.

	Later Mr. Teuber went back to Huron to work in a Drug store. While they 
were there Mrs. Teuber passed away. Several years later Mr. Teuber came back to 
live with his sons.

	The Teuber brothers became the largest wheat farmers on Lake Flat, at one 
time they farmed 2000 acres with horses, when tractors came along they increased 
it to 3000 acres.

	In 1946 they sold their land to Harold Molko, and moved to Rapid City. 
Oscar, was the first to pass away then Mr. Teuber who was 93 yrs. old, then a 
couple of years later Fred died.

	The Teuber Brothers never married, were good neighbors, well respected men 
of the community, and were very much missed when they left the Huron Twp. 
neighborhood. Oscar, was a member of the Township board for many years. I am 
writing this brief story because Mr. Teuber came here about the same time my 
father came, they were also neighbors at Huron.

	Our place is just about a mile south of the Teuber place and I have walked 
over there many a stormy night and played cards until midnight. Their place is 
now owned by Bishop and Shearer, and is still the biggest farm in Huron 
township.

[Photo - Mr. Teuber, Frank McDonnell, Oscar Teuber, Fred Deakman, Alvina Teuber 
Pollard, Ida McDonnell, Fred Teuber and Fritz Waltzen.]

[Photo - Oscar, Mr. Teuber, Alvina and Fred]