—Hans AbrahamsenMy parents purchased this farm in 1928. I was 6 months old and the eighth of nine children in this Danish emigrant family.
We had a small herd of cows and sold milk to a local co-op creamery. Our cash crop was rutabagas. I left the farm in 1946 to
enlist in the Army. That was a step up on the social/economic ladder.The farm was sold in the early sixties and as had several owners since. These small farms are disappearing and the fields are returning to brush and trees. Life on the farm in the thirties was a hard poverty level existence, but I still harbor warm memories and respect for the many good people that lived off the land during that time.