oosik
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I know this old homestead started out as a 360 acre government land grant. That was in 1892. Over time it was whittled down to the 80 acres I now own.
What a joke. The grant was given to search for oil. There is more grease/oil under my fingernails than was ever found. ANYWHERE - near here. From what can be gathered - nobody ever spent any time looking for oil. I have the paperwork on this land. All the way back to the original government land grant issued to the homesteader. 360 acres - surveyed by meets and bounds. Two of the original survey markers have been found and are now most carefully protected.
My father purchased this land in 1940. Just before he was drafted - WW11. He paid the princely sum - $1200. And with the understand that the homesteader and his wife could live here until they died.
Back in the day there was a town - Amber - about mile and a half south of me. Had a post office and grain storage facility. All of the old homesteaders mail was addressed to Amber.
The homesteader died in 1950 and his wife moved to live with her relatives three years later.
It was a very hard life out here. No access to any public road. No electricity. The old man had a Model T. He drove across the neighbors fields to get access to the county road.
I remember meeting the old man - once. What I remember - he smelled of pipe tobacco. I was seven when I met him.
My lake is named after the old homesteader.
What a joke. The grant was given to search for oil. There is more grease/oil under my fingernails than was ever found. ANYWHERE - near here. From what can be gathered - nobody ever spent any time looking for oil. I have the paperwork on this land. All the way back to the original government land grant issued to the homesteader. 360 acres - surveyed by meets and bounds. Two of the original survey markers have been found and are now most carefully protected.
My father purchased this land in 1940. Just before he was drafted - WW11. He paid the princely sum - $1200. And with the understand that the homesteader and his wife could live here until they died.
Back in the day there was a town - Amber - about mile and a half south of me. Had a post office and grain storage facility. All of the old homesteaders mail was addressed to Amber.
The homesteader died in 1950 and his wife moved to live with her relatives three years later.
It was a very hard life out here. No access to any public road. No electricity. The old man had a Model T. He drove across the neighbors fields to get access to the county road.
I remember meeting the old man - once. What I remember - he smelled of pipe tobacco. I was seven when I met him.
My lake is named after the old homesteader.
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