This book is about a baby boy born to a young couple who had moved to Montana. The young man had come with his father from back east, and the young lady had come from the city of St. Paul, Minnesota.
Only a couple of years apart, they met and things went real well. He courted her by horse and buggy. Though they were working about 10 miles apart, they would often go to dances together, and thought nothing of traveling another 4 or 5 miles to get some place. I'll bet they had a lot of fun on the road without that steering wheel in front of them! My dad couldn't use the excuse that " the car ran out of gas".
This man had started to prove himself up on a homestead. It wasn't long before the young couple married in 1913. Then in 1914 they had their first baby, named Leonard. That is when I started to make things happen. As a result of the relationship, they loved their son and I loved them. There is a lot of love for the family...the way I believe a family should feel toward each other.
I consider myself a handyman, born on a homestead in the sage brush of central Montana on May, 1914. I had to go through the Depression, as did the rest of the American people at that time. As I mention in the book, we may have had hard times, but we never went hungry, like so many of the city people did. In my years, I've been a farmer, a cowboy, a shepherd, a mechanic, an equipment operator, and built bombers in World War II. I wrote this book for all ages to illustrate that you don't need a lot to make it good in this world of ours.