Grams story, Part 1
were corn fields to tend, laundry tubs to empty,
pigs to butcher, and a baby in the chute. Always babies.
John Dodd, a stubborn Welshman, was determined to head west.
As the wagon rolled across the prairie, his beautiful wife Alice, three daughters and two sons waved until their friends and extended family disappeared in the distance.
The years rolled, too, -- the twentieth century arrived.
after her great grandmother.
It was not long after that the family began to homestead on what would become the family wheat ranch in
The small house their dad built sat on the south side of a hill that sloped down to an old rambling dirt road. It lead to the bustling little town of
Her father taught her to value the rights of others,
to tell the truth, and never to talk back.
She would later remember how her mother made her dresses and how much she loved her little ones.
Not long after Jennie’s ninth birthday her mother gave birth to child number nine. Mother lived only a few days and the baby boy went to live with a family in a distant town.
“I can’t remember too much,” Jennie wrote about losing her mother. “Except that I missed her terribly.”