This was when my Grandma was born. In fact she lived next to the powder river and Custers last stand.
She and her 12 brothers and sisters used to play in those dry hills.
In the summer time there was a lot of grasshoppers around. In fact these grasshoppers would be so thick they would cover the ground.

There were packs of wild dogs, and cats lived in the barn to eat the mice. My Grandmother would tell me stories about when they would milk the cows and give the milk to the barn cats.
Their transportation was their horses. They had a buck-board wagon that they would take to go to the fort where there was a trading post.
Sometimes they would take the buck-board and go to Miles city to shop, and would be gone for weeks at a time.
My Great Grandmother was the only teacher around there at that time, in fact the school house she taught in is still standing, and the home my Grandmother was born in is still standing.
A little jog over a few hills is the memorial of Custers last stand.
My Grandmother told me stories about the Indian Villages that were around her and her family. I myself wonder how animals and people could
survive living like they used to. But my Great Grandmother lived to be in her 90’s and my Grandmother lived to be 100 years old.
My Grandmother used to say to me, “A lot of hard work honey.”