The whole thing, from the Great Depression foreclosure to the sprouting of cookie-cutter rabbit hutches, is rather sad.
My Grandparents were living high on the hog when the Depression hit. They were forced onto the family's 1/4 section that was fortunately owned free and clear west of Wichita. They raised three boys there, all still living, with my Dad the youngest at 85. They sold it and moved to Boulder in 1954 when he started at CU. The house and out buildings were quickly torn down and the property is still a wheat field to this day. There are all sorts of bits of china and other debris on the site. The property still had visible buffalo wallows when my Dad was growing up. You can still see where the main house and driveway were located on Google satellite images.





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