I was a town girl…it was really just a little village, but the thoughts of living way out in the country with two babies, and being all by my self during the daytime while my husband Morris worked on the ranch, was kind of frightening.
We had been living in a third story apartment in Kansas City where Morris worked nights, loading trucks for Santa Fe Truck line.
It was no place to raise children. The building was right on the street with no yard, three bars, and an all night theater on the block. And the streetcar came clang; clang, clanging down the street every fifteen minutes. With a new baby to be born in April, Morris decided to take his Uncle John up on his offer.
We would live in the old house on this 600 acre ranch, rent free and have all the meat milk and eggs we wanted, plus $100. a month and ½ the profits at the end of the year. Little did we know at the time, but there was never any profit at the end of the year.
