Thursday, April 30, 2009

Eating at Hell's Kitchen

When we were in Minneapolis, a couple weekends ago for the NAEA convention we went to a restaurant called Hell's Kitchen. We were told it was rated the number one place for breakfast in the cities. Well, we found time to go there for supper instead, and still found the food great.
I had a sandwich that was described as their most popular sandwich on the menu, a walleye BLT. Sounds a little out of the norm, but it was delicious and I recommend it if you get a chance to eat there!
While waiting for our table there was time to explore and check out the decor. The red and black walls, cow skulls hanging on the wall, chandeliers with silverware and knives, black birds perched on trees and branches all gave the place atmosphere. Although not scary at all it was fun to check it out.
The bathroom was another adventure with eerieness. The photos on the wall looked old and normal until you walked past them, the images changed to ghostly scenes that changed before your eyes.
A person had to laugh as you saw them change, and while we were in there taking photos, I'm sure those wanting to use the facilities thought we were a little scary too, being in the bathroom with cameras.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Johnson Reunion

This weekend is the Johnson Reunion. It's for descendants of my Great Grandparents, Andrew and Albertina Johnson.
Grandma Albertina is the older woman on the left in the center. This photo was taken at the Emma and Charlie Long home. Emma is standing next to her mother Albertina in the center on the right.
The Johnson brothers, Grandpa Andrew on the left and Carl on the right.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Stjärnorp, Östergötland, Sweden

There is a parish named Stjärnorp, in Gullberg's and Finspångaläns houndred of Östergötland's län, Sverige, where ancestors of my family came from. It is about 18 kilometers north-west of Linköping. Stjernorp was a manor estate, in the parish of the same name, with an unfinished and burnt down 17th century castle.
Stjärnorp church is located in the south wing of Stjärnorp Castle, built in 1658-61. The castle and church were destroyed in 1789, in a devastating fire. The church was rebuilt the same year and the old castle was never built up again. There are two wings that were not destroyed by this fire, one of them includes this little church (see the church tower standing tall above the ruins, the building closest to the cemetary in the photo above). Both wings were renovated a few years ago and now look very nice. They are now used as summer houses by the sons of the present owner. The owners are of Scottish origin and their name is Douglas. The have owned the place ever since the 1700's. The Stjärnorp estate equals Ljung in being large. (The first owner of Ljung was also Scottish. His name was Hamilton.) One can wonder why these Scottsmen fancied this part of Sweden so much!
My Great Great Grandfather's brother, Alfred Svensson (1841-1910), was the caretaker/master gardener of the castle grounds. He lived in Stjärnorps Gård with his wife Lovisa and their four children (their youngest was born there) and is remembered as a little man with rare humor. He sent these old postcard views to his brothers family in the U.S. in 1907.
When we visited Sweden in 2001, we had a small family reunion on the grounds of Stjärnorp with descendants of Alfred and Lovisa. It was exciting to meet the closest relatives we had met in Sweden, and be received so warmly. We attended a church service on the grounds with some of our new cousins after our reunion.
Stjärnorp is also the home parish of my Great Great Grandmother Carolina Swanson, and Great Grandmother Albertina Johnson. Their father, Gustav Jönsson (1805-1887), was known as "Gubben i Skuttet" in English "Old man in Skuttet". In 1964 only the foundation stones remained of Skuttet located up in the woods. He was born, lived, farmed and died in Stjärnorp parish. His birthplace was Marieberg, Grytstorp, Stjärnorp, Östergötland, he was a farmer at Grytstorp from 1827-37, a cotter in Grönlund, Kottorp from 1837-42, and from 1842 lived in Nybrofallet, Kottorp, all in Stjärnorp parish. He was married to Johanna Nilsdotter (1803-1882) in 1827 in Stjärnorp, one can only imagine if it was in the parish church we visited or a family home.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Another Year Older

It's my birthday today. Looking back at my first birthday... "so big".

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Minneapolis buildings

Here are a few views I shot in downtown Minneapolis last weekend. Blue skies, reflections, textures all caught my attention. Seeing the sky reflected in the windows was a treat and I had fun changing the angles of the buildings as you can see. I love finding character in the viewfinder of my camera.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Prayer Requests

A cousin of mine, Teri, daughter of Bill and Shirley Scott, is having surgery at the St. Vincent Medical Center, in Los Angeles, CA. She went to California today, will have testing tomorrow, and will have surgery Friday, the 24th at 7:30 am. Teri has a tumor lodged between her ear and brain. Supposedly it is benign, but needs to be removed. The surgery is risky because of all of the nerves that are also in that area behind the ear and she will loose hearing in that ear. Will you pray for God to guide her surgeon, and for a steady hand in removing it?
Also keep three of my high school classmates, Barry, Doug and Stephanie, in your prayers as they are undergoing chemotherapy for cancers found in their brain, colon and breast. Another cousin, Christer, is now in hospice or awaiting getting into one in Sweden. He has been battling cancer since the beginning of the year and been in the hospital for over three months.
Thank you for joining me in prayer for these people, their families and anyone else in need. When we pray passionately and purposefully, according to God's will, God responds powerfully! The power of prayer should never be underestimated.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

NAEA Convention

We were three veterans and a conference virgin... attending the national convention in Minneapolis, MN this past weekend. (right: Kristi, Diane, Ronda and Kassi) Art teachers ranging with Kassi and her 3 years of experience to my 28 years of being an art teacher. We left Denver around 6 am. on Friday heading north. (Ronda and Kassi left Grundy Center around 5 am.) We experienced many things, saw all kinds of people, schmoozed our way to a record collection of free products from the vendors and came back exhausted yet energized with new ideas and confidence in what we're doing in our classroom.
The following starters can get us all relating a story or experience as many memories were made: Ronda's driving and parking aptitude, driving through construction, sunny skies to cloudy and rain, temps in the 70's when we left and 40's on our return, needing a key card to use the bathroom at the hotel, name tags flipping, conference pins, handing out Iowa pins, helping the Crayola reps and getting Crayola aprons and a Walmart gift card, the absence of places to sit all weekend, excellent speakers and those with egos or those who read their powerpoints word for word, walking the skywalk to the conference hall "17" blocks and finally realizing it was only 3 blocks going outside on a direct walk, cell phone connections - Diane's inability to use her cell phone, phone calls from home - "Where are the tenderloins at Fareway?" the boys eating fish all weekend, texts from the principal, Kristie getting a call from her son while we were in Hell's Kitchen eating saying he needed a Nun's costume for school the next morning, attending a twistee party in the reps suite and making wire birds, sore feet and knees, rolling carts and suitcases for those freebies, "flying or driving?" you got more products if you were driving, Wiki Wiki, hairstyles - the Cardinal - party on one side business on the other, no cherry on the spoon bridge - Kassi's first trip there to see it, chasing down art history on a van for a photos for Ronda's thesis, all the different conference bookbags (I got 9 different styles of tote bags, probably 16 total), free posters, who got the best loot, the man who was getting coffee refills with a McDonald's cup at Burger King and much more to follow.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

I Dreamed a Dream

Have you seen the Britians Got Talent You Tube video of Susan Boyle singing I Dreamed a Dream? I cried the first time I saw it, choked me up. Showed the video to my kids at school, definitely a lesson in "You can't judge a book by it's cover"! I'm a huge fan of Les Miserables and have seen the musical in Chicago and Iowa City. Click on the link above and watch it if you haven't seen it yet!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Off to Minneapolis Soon

I'm going to the National Art Educators of America (NAEA) National Convention in Minneapolis on Friday for four days! There's a lot of preparation before getting on the road but I'm looking forward to the trip and time with fellow educators. (Above: Kristi, Ronda and me at the Spoonbridge and Cherry sculpture in Minneapolis in 2003) National conventions are such a renewing experience and the friends I'm going with are a "hoot". Three of us went the last time it was held in Minneapolis and we're still laughing and smiling about our experiences from that trip. My first trip to a national convention was about 19 years ago in Phoenix. They say the third time's the charm, right? Pictures to follow next week!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy Easter!

Wishing you all a wonderful day as we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus! He is Risen!In honor of all the Easter bonnets out there I'm sharing a photo of my Grandmother, Celia Barnes Wettestad, in her finest bonnet. I don't know if this was her Easter bonnet or not, but it's one of my favorite photos of her.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Twinkle in your wrinkle?

My friend Roxane sent me the cutest e-mail with quotes and photos titled, "Do you have a twinkle in your wrinkle? Sure you do". I decided to do the same with photos of my own.
You might have to click on the photo to read the quotes.Mom and her brother Ray, 2004.
Cousins Sally Swanson and Steve Johnson, 1959.
Joe showing Dad something out of a catalog during lunch, 1957.
Cousins Debbie Johnson, Billy and Linda Ball in the sandbox on the farm, 1954.
My Grandmother Phoebe and her brother Elmer Swanson, abt. 1906.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

My first Easter

Easter, a time for spiritual renewal and seasonal rebirth, spring! Dying eggs at the kitchen table, searching for hidden Easter baskets around the house (we never had an outdoor hunt that I remember), chocolate bunnies, sunrise breakfast at church by the youth group, church service, Easter dinner,... all to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. He is Risen!
I remember many matching dresses with my sister, shinny shoes, a few Easter bonnets thrown into the mix and usually a family photo once Mom had us all dressed up and ready for church. These photos were taken 50 years ago, of the Johnson's, in our own living room.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

IA * SD * MN Corner Post

The tri-state corner post is about three miles NE, as the bird flies, from our farm in NW Iowa. It's had many looks over the years as it rested on a path, gravel road and blacktop road, before moving to a safer location off to the side of the road in South Dakota. It was a place to bring visitors for a great photo opportunity, especially when the post was in the middle of the road. I don't think I've ever had my photo taken there, but I have photos of others standing there. I travel on this road when I go home to the farm and have a tradition to cross over the center line and drive over the top of the location where the post was. It's sort of a welcome home path I look forward to on every trip coming and going.

Left: Soldiers were often brought back to the C.T. Swanson home for a home cooked meal while they were away from home. This unidentified soldier got taken to the post by the Swansons.
The location where Iowa, South Dakota and Minnesota meet, the Iron Post was erected by the Federal Land Office Survey in what eventually became the middle of a highway. An iron marker was erected by surveyors Snow and Hutton on August 4, 1859, when they established the western boundary of Minnesota.
Placed five miles northwest of Larchwood, IA, the post is one of four strategic spots along the surveyed boundary line between MN and SD. This fourth post was to be placed at the spot where the southern top of Minnesota meets the northern boundary of Iowa at the edge of a slough near Blood Run Creek. According to specifications which the surveyors followed, they were to keep a daily log and place small markers at intervals, but also to place four pillars, one at the junction of IA and MN. These markers were to be “pyramids of cast iron, three-fourths of an inch thick, twelve inches square at the base, tapering to seven inches at the top, marked with raised capital letters on each of the four sides.” They were to be placed three feet into the ground.
Right: Looking East, Photo by Irene Hildring, 1941. Her husband, Emil Hildring is the man in the back with the hat and Peter Brice is the boy.
When this boundary line was established, the land extending westward from the Minnesota-South Dakota border to the Sioux River was taken from Minnesota. From 1858, when Minnesota became a state, until 1861 when Dakota Territory was established, this area in the eastern part of Minnehaha County (SD), and along the eastern part of South Dakota was “Squatter Land” and had no established state government. It was a land unto itself, with no governmental affiliation.
Attempts at settlement had been made, with two land companies trying to induce settlers to come westward. An Army camp had been established near the present site of Sioux Falls. The potential of this part of the country was realized, but hopes of settlement were abandoned for several years after the Amidon Massacre and Indian uprisings in 1862. It was in the last quarter century of the 1800’s when the immigration movement began and settlement of the area came into full swing.
For over three quarters of a century the marker was left as it had been placed. The Iron Post, a monument in the center of a T intersection. It had become tilted, chipped, defaced and disreputable in appearance. It was removed in the early 1900’s after it was partially destroyed by vandals. Interested citizens realized the historical significance of this monument, and met in 1937 to form a committee to preserve it. Cooperation among township, state and federal governmental levels, as well as several private organizations provided the needed reshaping. It was repaired and reset at the original site under direction of the U.S. Department of Interior. Rededication ceremonies were held on October 19, 1938.
Left: 1941, Peter Brice in three states at once.
In 1979, it was broken from the base by vehicle traffic. Officials and historical societies from the three states decided to move the marker to a spot just off the original spot on the county road on the north side of the SD-IA border. In 1980, it was restored and relocated off the road at the intersection of 268th Street and 488th Ave. In September of 1981, about 200 people turned out for the dedication of the new tri-state marker at the borders of MN, IA and SD.
A disk marks the spot in the middle of the road where the marker originally stood. Many still stop to see the post and disk in the road, a landmark to the early settler and a guide to the transient. A monument to the open prairie.

Information included from: Iron Post stands for over 111 years. by Mrs. Vernice F. Scott. July 1970, and THE ARGUS LEADER, September 28, 1981

Monday, April 6, 2009

1931 Auction

My interest in days past, family history, and preserving the stories for those in the future is important to me. I found the sale bill and a partial list of items sold at a sale my Great Grandfather Carl "Charley" Swanson (b. 1862 - d.1954) had on March 10, 1931. How interesting to see the names of the old neighbors and relatives and prices they paid for items. (Click on the sale bill to see it enlarged.)
We found this partial list of some items on the sale, with the buyer name and price paid:
H. Mursma - Collar .10
Vern Schrader - 3 collars .25
Chas. Lens - Post Hole auger .30
Obert Haglestad - Saw .50
G. Jacobsen - 2 collars .50
P. O. Monen - Endgate .50
G. Gronevaldt - 2 collars .50
Lohman - Sledge .60
Bonander - 3 horse evener .75
A. Eiesland - Belt 1.25
G. C. Synhorst - Scoop 1.40
P. Vugteven - Collar 1.40
G. C. Hocke - Collar 1.50
Henry Viereck - Belt 2.00
John Sayre - Walking Plow 2.00
D. L. Ellis - Collar 2.25
Al DeSmet - Drag cart 2.75
Alvin Fry - Boiler 3.24
J. Reit - Boiler 3.75
C. Bergstad - Saddle 5.00
John Vensunk - Hay Rake 6.00
P. Ackerman - Sheller 6.50
B. Tonnessen - Wagon 9.50
Ed Kerkhove - Drag 11.00
M. Studer - Hay Rake 11.50
C. M. Nordstrom - Wagon 16.50
Omar Severson - Disk 18.50
P. Delissen - Hay Stacker 25.00
T. Skothein - Black Gelding 36.00
Philip Iverson - Spreader 39.00
M. C. Erickson - Elevator 42.00
E. L. Grotewold - Drill 51.00
E. Monson - Deering Binder 60.00
Gust Swanson - Fork .25; Fork .11
Dieters - Crow Bar .25; Fork .25; Washing Machine .60; 2 Collars .50
E. A. Olander - Wagon 5.50; Wagon & Box 19.50
John Schoop - Hay Rake 20.00; Binder 15.00
Obert Naglestad - Wagon Box .25; Barrel .50
O. E. Holly - 2 row cultivator 15.00; Corn Binder 13.00
Emil Swanson - Fork .25; Hay rack 6.00; Wagon 17.50; Gang Plow 1.75
Selmer Severson - collar 1.35; Fanning Mill 11.00; Fork & Scoop .30; Wagon & Box 30.00; Endgate Seeder 19.00; Corn Grinder 8.00; Wagon 9.50; Wagon & Rack 30.00; Wagon & Box 12.00; 2 row cultivator 11.00; Gang Plow 35.00; Spreader 39.00; Corn Binder 85.00; Wagon Box .25; Corn Planter 2.00; Disk 9.00; Hay Bucker 17.00; Mower 27.00; Mower 10.00; Black Gelding 70.00; Black Mare 16.00; Harness & Collars 12.00

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Iowa Cattle Drive

Russel Bonander (1915-2011) was a neighbor to my family and the Charlie Swanson he writes about below is my Great Grandfather. Russel shared this story years ago with me during a church coffee time and was wondering how he could pass it on, I was proud to include it in my book, A West Ender's Scrapbook. I've added a few photos to his words below. Thank you Russel for preserving this bit of local history!

Iowa Cattle Drive
by Russel Bonander, Larchwood, IA, written in approximately 1992

In the early days of Granite, Sioux Township, Lyon County, Iowa, the town had an elevator, a grocery store, a combination grocery store and post office, a bank, a depot and stockyards. Now it has six houses and is the location of the annual Granite Threshing Bee.
Western stories of the dangerous cattle drives from Texas to Dodge City were filled with exciting adventures but we had our share of excitement in the little town of Granite when the large cattle feeders in the community pooled their shipments of fat cattle to Chicago via the Rock Island Railroad. These shipments reached their peak shortly after World War I and continued until the late 1920’s. It was a period when Chicago’s south side was king of the meat packing industry and the railroads carried the nation’s freight.
Cattlefeeders in the Granite area bought cattle for their feedlots from local beef raisers, however, most of their cattle came off the ranches of South Dakota, Wyoming and Montana. They carried range brands like the Lazy J, the Rocking W and the Roaring Gulch.
Range cattle were best handled on horseback because that was about all they saw on the Western ranches which spread out for miles and miles. They were easily frightened and would smash right through a fence if they were spooked by unfamiliar sounds or sights. Our neighbor, Charlie Swanson, who lived down the hill south of us, was one of the largest cattlefeeders in the area. During nighttime thunderstorms his cattle often broke out and he and his hired men would have to track them down and round them up. He said range cattle always headed into the storm so he checked the path of the storm as well as the tracks of the steers.
Left: An early photo of the C.T. Swanson farm
Charlie and the other feeders bought most of their cattle after the fall roundup on the western ranges. Some of them made trips out West and bought cattle direct from the ranchers while others purchased them when they came to the stockyards in Sioux Falls, SD. If there had been plenty of rain on the ranches the cattle came in carrying good weight. A dry season meant skinny cattle.
Keeping about five hundred head of cattle in the feed yard required a lot of help in those days when all the feeding was done by hand. Charlie had two sons and three hired men. They kept feed bunks full of corn and hauled in hay for the mangers and the feed racks. He bought wagonload after wagonload of corn from his neighbors and weighed it over the Fairbanks Morse scale on the west end of the feedlot. During the winter months his men were out in cold and snowy weather feeding the cattle and hogs that Charlie kept on his large land holdings.
When field work began in the spring, the work day began long before the sun peeked over the eastern horizon. Meanwhile, the cattle in the feedyard, enjoying the spring warmth, continued to put on the fat that was necessary for them to bring top price on the Chicago market. By the middle of June when all hands were busy cultivating corn and making hay, the fat cattle were about ready for market.
Left: The Granite Depot
Now the Rock Island Railroad men began preparations for their part in the cattle drive. Snow fences from up and down the line were shipped into Granite and set up by the section men as extra pens for the large shipment of beef. Livestock cars began to be lined up on the siding two or three weeks in advance of the shipping date. Freight agents and commission men converged on the little town two or three days before the farmers brought their cattle in for shipment. Although the railroad spent large sums of money prior to loading the cattle, they received all the money they spent plus a lot more when they collected their freight bill.
Right: Granite Depot & stockyards
At that time it was not practical for the farmers at Granite to ship only a carload or two of cattle to Chicago by local freight because the livestock cars would get pushed onto sidings to let passenger trains go past. The cattle could be enroute for several days, be unloaded for feed and water, reloaded and sent on. Consequently, the shippers lost money because of shrinkage and death loss. However, when a special trainload was made up, they were given the right of way and the Rock Island guaranteed them delivery at the Chicago Stockyards early Monday morning when shipment was made on Saturday afternoon. Prices were higher than at the local stockyards in Sioux Falls, SD or Sioux City, IA.
The stockmen brought hayracks full of straw to bed down the cars before the cattle were loaded. John Anderson, one of Charlie Swanson’s hired men, lost a gold pocket watch while pitching straw into the livestock cars and spreading it around. He did not discover his loss until they had all the cars bedded down. It was a watch that had been given to him and he was determined not to lose it. So he started back through the cars, shaking the straw and checking the floor. He missed out on dinner that day but he found his watch halfway back through the livestock cars.
Left: An early photo of the Granite Stockyards
Saturday morning a scheduled movement of fat cattle were herded out of fattening pens and on the road toward the Granite Stockyards. They staggered their departure times so they would not arrive all at the same time and get their herds mixed together.
Right: An early photo of the Granite Stockyards
The Iversons who lived over in South Dakota just across the Big Sioux River, had a long drive to bring their cattle into the stockyards and often had trouble starting their herd across the river bridge. August Swanson, Charlie’s brother, lived south of Granite along the Big Sioux River on the South Dakota side and he had several steep hills to bring his cattle over before they came to level ground. Another big shipper was Phil Jacobson who lived to the North of Granite just over the state line near Rowena, South Dakota. There were also a half dozen or so smaller feeders who brought their cattle in for shipment.
Left: An early photo of the Granite Stockyards
Charlie Swanson had his herd at the stockyards shortly after 7:00 a.m. They were herded into pens and loading the cars began. Twenty to twenty-five head of steers, depending on their size were herded onto the big stockyards scales and weighed. Experienced freight agents knew how many pounds of beef each cattle car would hold. From there they went up the chute and into the cattle car. Quickly another bunch was weighed up and loaded.
Meanwhile, as other feeders brought in their large herds, the village echoed with the sound of bawling beef herds. The few people who lived in the little town came out on their porches to watch the show and hang onto their kids.
All hands pitched in to help as car after car was loaded and moved ahead. Time came for the noon meal and it was eaten in shifts in a railroad diner car that had been pulled in for the occasion. Loading of the cattle continued at a fast pace until the last car was closed and sealed by 3:30 p.m. The shippers yelled last minute instructions to their hired men before they boarded the caboose of the long train. Here they would ride on a free pass from the Rock Island Railroad into Chicago.
Standing back by the caboose, the brakeman signaled the engineers in the double header steam engines and the train, over one hundred cars long, began moving slowly as the engines chugged and snorted. They crept off the Granite siding onto the main track heading east, carrying over two thousand head of cattle into Chicago.
Now the race against time began in earnest. This was Saturday afternoon and the railroad guaranteed the shippers that they would have the cattle into the Chicago stockyards and unloaded on Monday morning in time for the packing house buyers to start putting bids on the fat cattle.
The long train snaked over the tracks slowly at first, then picked up speed as it rolled past the fertile Iowa farm land. At many small towns, people turned out to see the long train go past. They had the right of way over all traffic. Even passenger trains pulled on to the side tracks while the livestock special highballed past.
Darkness came and the men in the caboose nodded off to an uncomfortable sleep but the train kept rolling. Their only stop was at division points where they changed crews, took on coal and water and at a midnight stop, the brakeman brought on hot coffee for his passengers. “We’re right on schedule.” he told them. “It won’t be long before we hit the main line of the Rock Island. Then we’ll really highball it.” Of course, twenty-five to thirty miles was considered top speed.
Anxious shippers worried about the possibility of hot weather. They had lost cattle on previous runs into Chicago when the weather turned excessively hot and humid. This time nature cooperated with them and they ran in and out of thunder showers as they rolled across the western plains of Illinois.
Right: Union Stockyards, Chicago, IL
The Windy City of Chicago was wrapped in sleep when the special train pulled off the main line onto the stockyard siding shortly after 2:00 a.m. on Monday morning. Although the men were tired after their long train ride, they watched the stockyard workers unload bawling, bewildered cattle and put them in commission company pens. It was only after they saw their livestock safely put away that they went to an all night cafe in the sprawling building where the commission firms had their offices. There they had an early morning breakfast with several cups of hot coffee.
Promptly at 9:00 a.m., buyers from Swift, Armour and Cudahay descended on the yards and began haggling prices with commission firm sellers. In the 1920’s it took a good steer to bring a nickel a pound but the buyers and sellers bargained just as intensely as if they were bringing a dollar a pound. Deals were made, the cattle weighed up and one by one the Iowa cattle feeders picked up their checks at the various commission firms. Most of the cattle were probably slaughtered that day.
The commission men, no doubt thinking of next year’s shipment, glad handed the Iowa farmers and treated them to dinner in the old commission building restaurant. Presumably they ate roast beef.
It had been a hectic three days for the cattle men as they concentrated on moving their fat cattle from the feedlot to market. With checks in their pockets, they were now anxious to return home. They were escorted to the Union Train Station to board a Rock Island passenger train with a free pass back to Granite. On the return trip the riding was much more comfortable than bouncing in the old caboose of the freight train. Most of them fell asleep and perhaps they dreamed about next year’s trip to the Chicago Stockyards.


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