The little house on the prairie is slowly giving its ghosts over to memories. For decades is has stood on the grass lands, a monument to other times. Here the dreams of the early settler was realized. Their own home and a piece of land.
Built in the early 1900’s and looks like added on at a later date. Roots were established, A school was nearby and Town was not much further. Roots were put down and a new life was begun.
Farm prices sky rocketed at the end of WWI and farmer scrambled to the banks mortgaging anything and everything to produce more or buy more land. The bottom fell out of the farm market and there was no money. The banks wanted the loans paid and there was none to pay the banks. Then the dirty 30’s rolled in on black clouds of dirt.
Soon the dream was vanishing, farmers were being evicted by the banks and a few with money were buying up the vanished dreams. The building were left and soon the residents were cattle, laying the shade and grazing on the grasses.
Having no use for the house or wanting to spend the money to tear it down the house settles back to the land.