"Mother was alone with me much of the time while Dad was freighting. On one occasion the stove failed, so to keep warm she loaded me into a little 'Express Wagon' and pulled me, through the snow, across the prairie and hills to Aunt Laura's (Mrs. Anton Anderson) who at that time lived about four miles east in the 'Valley'. On another occasion one of the broncos broke loose, but he still stayed close to the haystack. Mother laid a snare for him and hid, waiting for him to step into it. He did, and she pulled the rope tight, secured it, and the horse was still there when dad came home. There were no fences at that time except those Dad had built around the place and the land he had managed to break and seed. A trail crossed the homestead and Indians traveling it often camped near the open water close to our home.

It took three years to prove up Mother's homestead. About that time Dad contested the claim on the border section bordering Mother's land on the west. The party who had 'filed' had failed to complete his claim, and hence, lost his right to the land. Mother and Dad then moved our house from her claim to his. I was only two years old, but I still retain a recollection of the house being tilted while being moved. The same house is still located on the land to which it was moved. Additional rooms were added as the family grew. It is, however, no longer occupied. The land is now owned by my youngest sister, Inger, and her husband, Aril Sunwall."

-pages 244-245, "Jens Jensen Family"