Nebraska was an empty land just waiting for homesteaders to come along and break the sod, first to use this good earth to build their meager homes, then in which to plant the seeds of their futures. Sometimes, if the weather and the grasshoppers and hail stones permitted, those tiny seeds sprouted and grew, producing a crop to feed man and animals alike, with enough grains left over to plant for the next season.
All kind of folks flocked to the plains of Nebraska during the later half of the 1800s. In one area were Irish immigrants. Norwegians who had followed a leader from Minnesota populated another section of Nebraska. Other nationalities also had their own corner of the territory. But no matter the country of their origin they all came to make a new start and that meant hard work, harder than many of them had expected or experienced previously. While some folks returned to where every they had come from with no shame in the doing, most stayed and worked. They loved, gave birth and raised families. Some became ill or were caught in blizzards and died young. Some lived long and saw Nebraska become a state and a beautiful place to live.
The review of this Book prepared by Mary Trotter Kion