He was born in 1906, the second child of Frank and Elsie Morgan. I was rather close to him although about thirteen years separated us. I have a mental picture which goes back to 1922. That was the year that the family moved to the place where 1 grew to manhood. The move was only about one and one half miles. The picture is of Julius driving the team hitched to a hayrack. The rack was loaded with household goods and I was riding with Julius. We were turning into the yard of our new home. Another recollection is walking in the furrow behind him as he broke virgin sod with a team of two horses pulling a breaking plow. The plow cut about a twelve or fourteen inch furrow and it had two handles at the rear. The operator walked behind it and controlled it with the handles. Two to three acres was considered a good days work. Julius went to the Black Hills sometime after Robert. They bached and operated the ranch until the mid thirties. Actually they left the ranch with very little. The drouth of the early thirties and low prices made the times hard. Julius went to work for Uncle Bob and also got married to Stella Weatherly. Robert went to work in a sawmill owned and operated by a man named Pitts. He later bought the mill. Julius worked at various jobs and finally became a capable cement finisher. The war came and cement airplane runways were being built. His skill was in demand. He worked for a branch of the firm Morrison-Knudeson. They were a firm that operated worldwide. He worked on airfields in the Dakotas and Montana. After the war he operated as a small private contractor. His specialty was pouring curb and gutters. Emphysema bothered him a great deal and he was forced to move where he could get help if needed. He and Stella moved to Chadron, Neb. Stella died there in the seventies. He was active and alert up to the end. I think that he enjoyed playing cards at the Senior Center. After Stella died he would drive down and visit us for a few days. This became a yearly affair and we enjoyed each others company. Mary enjoyed him too. In 1989 he could not pass a drivers test. He died in 1992 on December 2. And so ended the life of one dear to me. He is buried at the Chadron cemetery. I miss him but life goes on.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
JULIUS
He was born in 1906, the second child of Frank and Elsie Morgan. I was rather close to him although about thirteen years separated us. I have a mental picture which goes back to 1922. That was the year that the family moved to the place where 1 grew to manhood. The move was only about one and one half miles. The picture is of Julius driving the team hitched to a hayrack. The rack was loaded with household goods and I was riding with Julius. We were turning into the yard of our new home. Another recollection is walking in the furrow behind him as he broke virgin sod with a team of two horses pulling a breaking plow. The plow cut about a twelve or fourteen inch furrow and it had two handles at the rear. The operator walked behind it and controlled it with the handles. Two to three acres was considered a good days work. Julius went to the Black Hills sometime after Robert. They bached and operated the ranch until the mid thirties. Actually they left the ranch with very little. The drouth of the early thirties and low prices made the times hard. Julius went to work for Uncle Bob and also got married to Stella Weatherly. Robert went to work in a sawmill owned and operated by a man named Pitts. He later bought the mill. Julius worked at various jobs and finally became a capable cement finisher. The war came and cement airplane runways were being built. His skill was in demand. He worked for a branch of the firm Morrison-Knudeson. They were a firm that operated worldwide. He worked on airfields in the Dakotas and Montana. After the war he operated as a small private contractor. His specialty was pouring curb and gutters. Emphysema bothered him a great deal and he was forced to move where he could get help if needed. He and Stella moved to Chadron, Neb. Stella died there in the seventies. He was active and alert up to the end. I think that he enjoyed playing cards at the Senior Center. After Stella died he would drive down and visit us for a few days. This became a yearly affair and we enjoyed each others company. Mary enjoyed him too. In 1989 he could not pass a drivers test. He died in 1992 on December 2. And so ended the life of one dear to me. He is buried at the Chadron cemetery. I miss him but life goes on.
He was born in 1906, the second child of Frank and Elsie Morgan. I was rather close to him although about thirteen years separated us. I have a mental picture which goes back to 1922. That was the year that the family moved to the place where 1 grew to manhood. The move was only about one and one half miles. The picture is of Julius driving the team hitched to a hayrack. The rack was loaded with household goods and I was riding with Julius. We were turning into the yard of our new home. Another recollection is walking in the furrow behind him as he broke virgin sod with a team of two horses pulling a breaking plow. The plow cut about a twelve or fourteen inch furrow and it had two handles at the rear. The operator walked behind it and controlled it with the handles. Two to three acres was considered a good days work. Julius went to the Black Hills sometime after Robert. They bached and operated the ranch until the mid thirties. Actually they left the ranch with very little. The drouth of the early thirties and low prices made the times hard. Julius went to work for Uncle Bob and also got married to Stella Weatherly. Robert went to work in a sawmill owned and operated by a man named Pitts. He later bought the mill. Julius worked at various jobs and finally became a capable cement finisher. The war came and cement airplane runways were being built. His skill was in demand. He worked for a branch of the firm Morrison-Knudeson. They were a firm that operated worldwide. He worked on airfields in the Dakotas and Montana. After the war he operated as a small private contractor. His specialty was pouring curb and gutters. Emphysema bothered him a great deal and he was forced to move where he could get help if needed. He and Stella moved to Chadron, Neb. Stella died there in the seventies. He was active and alert up to the end. I think that he enjoyed playing cards at the Senior Center. After Stella died he would drive down and visit us for a few days. This became a yearly affair and we enjoyed each others company. Mary enjoyed him too. In 1989 he could not pass a drivers test. He died in 1992 on December 2. And so ended the life of one dear to me. He is buried at the Chadron cemetery. I miss him but life goes on.
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