Joslin post office was named for Elmer Joslin who homesteaded on the creek at the place where Wilbert Zahn Sr. lives. There was a country store and ran from 1915 to 1921. Proprietors were David Kelker and then Frank Carter. This was located west of the Joslin bridge on Crooked Creek, and consisted of two boxcar shacks built together. ^{P. 202}

  Joslin School was built by community help in 1916. It was in District #178 before 1919 and then became District #52.
  Twenty-two children was the largest enrollment and were the terms of 1919 and 1922. School was continuous, with the exception of two years. The school was closed after the term of 1933-34.
  Teachers were: B. A. Hickey, Flora Sandstrom, Ivy G. Davis, Eudora Bontrager, Mrs. Vivian Dickamore, Josie Hickey, Bertha A. Dickson, Evelyn V. Riedel, Ida Mae Stewart, Mabel Larson, Regina Rainville, Marie Kudzia and Evelyn Kolina.
  Mr. Wm. Gibson and Frank Zelenka were the first trustees. Joslin was abandoned in 1939 and annexed to #165 Coal Hill.

  A.J. "Albert Joseph" Anderson was born June 6, 1883 in Dawson, Minnesota. He and Anna T. Hanson were married on October 28, 1909. Anna went by the name of Minnie; the only name anyone, including a niece, ever knew Mrs. Anderson to go by. She was a sister to Henry Martin Hanson, another Joslin homesteader.
  A.J. taught school for a few years prior to their marriage. The couple came to the Joslin area in 1916. Curley Willmore used to tell the following about their arrival:

  They arrived with a team and a wagon load of lumber in the afternoon. The sound of a hammer rang in the air "all night and all day the next", and in just over 24 hours - the very next night the Andersons slept with a roof over their heads, in one stall of a double-stalled barn with a dirt floor. They lived in that until their house was built.

  "Matt" Arduser was born, 10 May 1868 in Switzerland. He was an early homesteader in the Joslin area. He farmed here until 1936 when he sold his place to Ernest Zahn and moved to Roy. He had a house on the west of Joe Murphys, where he took care of John Mettier, who was blind.
  Matt took part in the Joslin school activities and was a good neighbor and friend to all in the community. The Zahn boys were very close friends and he would go to dances with them when they traveled by team and wagon. He was always welcome at their home. In the late twenties, Mr. Jones sold Matt a Star car that he had used on the mail route. Matt had the usual trials and tribulations with it as did the early first car owners. He would pull it with his team when it would not start, and had some narrow escapes.
  Mike and Fred Machler were friends, from their native Switzerland, and they would stop and visit and check on his welfare.
  Matt died at St. Joseph's Hospital in Lewistown, 28 December 1952 and was 82 years old. He belonged to the Presbyterian Church at Roy. Burial was in the Lewistown City Cemetery.

  Harry Lawrence Cass married Margaret Kochheiser on September 21, 1911 in Lexington, Ohio, then moved to Spokane, Washington. Three boys were born there John Fremont, Gene Phillip, and Richard Wilson.
  The Homestead Act opened land in Montana and the Cass family moved near Roy to start a new life on the open prairie. They started a home, planted crops and gardens. The neighbors were few and lived some distance away.
   The following recollections written are from actual memories of the events of the three surviving children of the family or remembrance of their parents talks to them of this part of their life on the prairie. Of course, time and hearing things said at different times and by different people may change events slightly. The following is written by Gene P. Cass, Mary Jane Watt, and Richard Cass. The events, as recorded, are not in chronological order, but do illustrate the lives of many of the families that lived near Roy in the years of 1918 through 1922.
  The following is from Gene P. Cass.
  These are some of my recollections of life in Montana. Having been born in 1915, my years in Montana were from 1918 to 1922.
  My brother, Fremont, who was three years older than I, went to a one-room school with just two or three other children. A year or so later, I joined him. On the way to school, there was a pond that I managed to fall into, or get pushed in, by my brother every so often. The school teacher was a lady. I remember liking her as she was very helpful and patient with us. She would always start the school day with singing "America", then THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE to the flag.
  One Christmas, I remember my father taking us to a program where there was a large decorated Christmas tree. We went in a sled, drawn by a dapple-gray team named Cert and Florie. Christmas time was special, as our mother always had something special for us. She decorated a tree or bush of some kind. I got a little horn with a silver cord on it. This seemed to stay in my memory, along with a little set of blocks that my brother, Richard, received. Also, a checkerboard that was in a box sent to us by our grandmother Kochheiser, who lived in Ohio.
  In the winter, our mother wrapped woolen scarves around our faces when we went to school, so our noses wouldn't get frozen. If they looked to be frostbitten, she would grab a handful of snow and hold it to our noses until they thawed out. A "frostbitten" nose seemed to happen to me quite often.
  My sister, Lenna Virginia, was born when our Dad was away hauling water with the wagon and team. Fremont and Richard were with Dad; I was home with Mother. Just prior to the "critical" time, Mother sent me to the barn to stay until Dad got back. When Mary Jane came to our home, it was wintertime and very cold. Fremont and I would take turns holding and rocking her.
  I also remember Mother washed clothes on a washboard in a wash tub and boiled them in a boiler to get them clean. That was Mother's "washing machine" Winter was a difficult time to dry clothes and she had to dry them in the house-that was our dryer. Her "Oxydol" soap was homemade, of course.
  When we went for a ride in the spring wagon with the team, Cert and Florie, it was a real outing. I believe that was the only team of horses that we had that Mother would go near. I remember, on a Sunday afternoon, she would drive to a neighbor, with us kids, to visit. Or, on a holiday of some kind, we would make ice cream in a freezer at the neighbors, or at our place. Fremont and I got to turn the crank, and I can still see the paddle in the middle of the freezer when it was pulled out of the ice cream. It looked so good!
  All of these things don't sound like much now, but out there on the ranch it was a very bleak life. Anything extra or unusual was like a celebration. Even Dad letting us ride from the gate up to the house in the wagon when he came home, seemed special. When Mother made bread or donuts, this was also a special event. We ^{P. 204} didn't have a music box, but a neighbor brought a portable phonograph, wound it, then turned it on. We boys would look at the speaker and wonder how all of that music could come out of that small box!
  Dad and Mother processed almost everything that we had to eat. Mother would bake the bread and can the food -- all that they could get for winter. For instance, sauerkraut-they would shred cabbage into a large porcelain crock, layered with salt. When the crock was full, a loose fitting top, made of wood, was the lid. A large rock placed on the lid gave the pressure needed to make the brine or juice come out to complete the process. I don't remember just how long the process took to change the cabbage to sauerkraut, but I can still taste the results. When Dad butchered, she would can the beef in quart jars. In the winter, she would use it for vegetable soup or a delicious beef dinner. She would also can chicken and many times Dad hunted prairie hens with his 12 gauge Parker, double-barreled shotgun. These, brought home in a "gunny" sack, helped the food supply. Many evenings, he would sit on the porch and shoot rabbits that were raiding the garden. Mother made mincemeat at butchering time. This was canned for future use.
  Pigs also were part of the larder. Dad made a smokehouse that was used in the processing and smoking of hams, bacon and other cuts of pork. One of the chores Fremont and I had was to keep the correct amount of wood on the fire, to make smoke and not let the fire go out. All parts of the pigs were used. I remember pickled pigs feet and even think Mother pickled the pigs tail. Headcheese and sausage were also made. All cooking was done on the wood burning stove. The sausage was made by hand-grinding the meat with spices, etc., into a galvanized tub, where it was mixed; then to the cooking. The food was sometimes kept in a covered tub on the porch in the wintertime--that was our "freezer" When winter was over, the food would be canned in jars, then taken to the root cellar for storage.
  Of course, there was no electricity, so a coal oil lamp furnished the light in the early morning before "sunup" With four, then five children to feed, clothe, and care for, our parents days were very full. An early start in the morning and working late in the night kept the lamps burning, so they could complete all the chores of sewing clothes, washing, milking cows and feeding stock, and all the other things required in keeping the home and farm going.
  Dad left for the harvest fields to earn money to carry us over, as that was the main source of "hard money" income to be had. He had to be gone for some time, so when he came home, we would give him a big welcome at the gate and always looked for some "treats" Usually it was oranges or some hard candies, a real treat. It was hard to wait for the "treats", but we didn't get them until he had taken care of the teams. This was one way we learned to divide things and share with one another.
  We had few toys, so learned to take care of them and make them last. I can remember wrapping a cloth around one of the long clothespins to make a doll for our baby sisters. This activity would keep us entertained for hours. One time, we took a shoe box and I fastened a piece of wood to it, then a string. It became a hay wagon - I called it my "harvest wagon". Some of our toys were very rustic; baking powder cans with baling wire shaped for the wheels. We kept little things like that to play with, sometimes using little rocks for people. We would play for hours, sometimes on a smoothed off piece of ground that would become a little town. The houses were made of dirt or mud, with small sticks as horses. When it stormed hard or hailed, we had to start over.
  The hail sure did come down hard at times. I can remember one storm that killed many of the chickens, pounded to death with the hailstones. One hen called her chicks to her and squatted over them for their protection. She didn't make it, but the chicks all lived. When the pussycat came to the barn when Dad was milking, it would get a squirt of warm milk. We boys hurried around to find something to hold the milk so the cat could get a good drink. We never had a dog. I guess that would have been just one more mouth to feed. The cats fed themselves on mice, etc.
  The coyotes surely had their part in the "Prairie Opera". The birds and the crickets, and there were many, all sang on different keys. They made a melodious chorus. The coyotes, being so plentiful, were hard on our chickens. One night, they killed many of the chickens. What they didn't carry off, they tore apart. Dad put poison "Paris Green" on one of the dead chickens. The coyotes returned and ate the poisoned hen, but we never found any dead coyotes. There was, however, some regurgitated remains that indicated that too much poison had merely made the coyotes sick instead of killing them.
The following is from Mary Jane Watt.

  When we left Spokane for Montana, Mother knew she was pregnant with my sister, Lenna. Many people asked her how she could leave for the homestead knowing she would have little or no help at the time of birth. Her reply was that "she had it to do". She got a book to tell her the procedures and did it. Mother brought both Lenna and me into the world by herself. Lenna was born, on a Thursday afternoon, August 28, 1919. I was born on a Saturday night. I don't believe Mother called for any help. I have the scissors that Mother used to cut the umbilical cords for Lenna and myself. It was years later that Mother told us about these scissors. We had used them to cut and trim flowers at a cemetery in Spokane and inadvertently left them at one of the graves. Noticing that the scissors were gone, Mother told us the story of their use. Needless to say, we hurried back to the cemetery and found the scissors. They were then cleaned, placed in a box, and not used for general ^{P. 205} purposes.
  Some things, Mother didn't tell us about until years later. For instance, I didn't have a formal name until after my first birthday. Because Grandma Kochheiser was so worried about things at the time of Lenna's birth, Mother never told her about me until one year had gone by. Grandma named me Mary Ann, then wrote back to change the name to Mary Jane, saying one Mary Ann was enough in the family. From my birth, until Grandma named me, I was called Patricia, Helen, Dorothy, and just plain baby. I do not know how old I was when I got a severe infection in one of-the glands in my throat. Mother, and I believe one of the neighbor ladies, took me to the hospital in Lewistown, where they lanced and treated the infected gland. I must have been very small at birth, because Mother said she could put a teacup on my head when I was born.
  One time the cow strayed, Dad was not home, so Mother had to hunt the cow carrying me in her arms. When she returned with the cow, she found my three brothers and sister crying loudly. They could hear the coyotes howling and thought the coyotes had gotten us. Although she called to tell them that we were all right, they didn't stop crying until they saw Mother.
  An unexplained event took place one day at home, just prior to our dinner. Mother had prepared all the macaroni we had in the house with cheese for the dinner. There was barely enough to feed us. A stranger came to the door asking for something to eat. He was clean and neat. Because it was flat land around the house, with no trees, it was a mystery how he could have come without being seen. Dad, knowing we only had enough food for the family, was turning him away when Mother heard and had Dad call the man back for dinner. She felt she could go without food that meal, thus feed him. We all ate from the macaroni and cheese dish. Mother said that all ate as much as they wanted, yet the dish did not seem to have any less food than at the start of the dinner. The stranger got up to leave, thanked us, then left. Mother called Dad to ask him to have another cup of coffee, but he was nowhere to be seen. How did he disappear in that short space of time?
  Our neighbors were not very close and Dad would be gone during harvest time for many days at a time, helping at these places. Dad also was the butcher when we needed beef and pork. Mother and Dad made a wonderful sausage from their own recipe. What we didn't eat soon, was canned and placed in the root cellar.
  On the inside of the house, Mother papered the walls using mail-order catalogs for the paper and flour and water paste that she mixed herself. This helped to keep the howling prairie winds out during the winter months. The paper was renewed as often as necessary.

  Having read the above, I will try to relate only those things not mentioned or add only those items of information that may be of interest. Mother and Dad often told us, after they left the homestead, that the land should never have been opened for homesteading. Dad remarked that he had to use a four-horse team to pull a single-base plow through the turf or prairie. Dad said you only got one good farming year out of seven. If the drought didn't get you, it would be hail, grasshoppers, wind or some other problem. After "Proving Up" on the Homestead, they sold out and returned to Spokane. I was just over five years of age when we left the ranch.
  Each of us boys were given a horse that would be ours when we were older. Mine was named Babe. Dad had gone somewhere to buy horses. When he got home, we were naturally quite excited, but tragedy struck. One of the horses, a bay, was tied to the rear of the wagon. He reared up, trying to break loose, fell and broke his neck. When we left for Spokane, I know I cried because "Babe" could not go with me.
  Much has been written about the coyotes. Fremont, my oldest brother, tried to call to a nice "doggie" one time as it was sitting near the garden. He was walking towards it when Mother saw what was happening, called to Fremont and scared the coyote away. Dad liked to hear the coyote music, but Mother hated the sound.
  Shotgun shells were precious and Dad frequently 'lined up" sage hens sitting on the fence in order to get as many as possible with one shot.
  When Lenna was born, I recall hearing Mother call Dad by name, asking him to come quickly. He jumped from the wagon, telling us to stay there and not move until he came for us. He then ran for the house. We sat on the wagon for a long time, with the wind really blowing. When he finally came for us and led us into the house, we saw our new sister.
  One time, I was out with the cow, I suppose with one ^{P. 206} or both of my brothers, and remember the field was covered with beautiful flowers. No other (Photo) of the land stays with me, except the flowers and the deep snow. Mother told us that it was so cold in the winter that she had to bundle all of us children together in one bed and use all the blankets to cover us so we would keep warm. The table had an oilcloth covering. In the winter, even with the stove, it would be so cold that when Mother wiped the table with a wet cloth it would freeze where she had wiped.
  The only Christmas I can remember was the one when I received the set of wooden blocks mentioned previously by Gene. When they woke me in the morning, I "reared" up and hit my head on the upper bunkbed and started to cry. They gave me my present, the blocks, and the crying and hurt was gone.
  Many other things might be written about our life in Montana. However, the above may give some (Photo) s of the hard life it must have been for our parents as well as others in the area. I class my parents as some of the true pioneers of this great land, and know my brothers and sisters feel the same.
  For the record, the following are the birth and death dates of the family:
  Harry Lawrence Cass born October 21, 1889 in Saux Centre, Minnesota, died February 1958 in Spokane Washington; Ranie Margaret Kochheiser Cass born February 26, 1887 in Mansfield, Ohio, died December 11, 1976 in Spokane Washington; John Fremont Cass born July 17, 1912 in Spokane, Washington, died June 12, 1942 in Spokane, Washington; Gene Phillip Cass born August 23, 1915 in Spokane, Washington; Richard Wilson Cass born May 25, 1917 in Spokane, Washington; Lenna Virginia Cass born August 28, 1919 in Roy, Montana, died March 14, 1944 in Spokane, Washington; Mary Jane Cass Watt born December 11, 1920 in Roy, Montana.

  Murray Cottrell was born, 12 January 1899 at Grant Center, Iowa, the son of Delaska and Robs Cottrell. Murray left Iowa with his parents and moved to Woodward, Oklahoma. When he was 15 they came to Montana and settled at Geraldine.
  Mae Eichkoldt was born, 1 May 1903 in Canada, where she was educated. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Eichkoldt came to Geraldine to make their home.
  In 1920, Murray and Mae were married and homesteaded northeast of Roy. Murray's father also homesteaded at this time on Crooked Creek, T 20N R 25E Sec. 35.
  Four daughters and five sons were born to the Cottrells: Leta Mae Coburn, Eva Holding, Isla Cottrell, Eleanor Cripps, Melvin, Guilbert, Harvey, Edwin and Delmer. They attended country schools at Byford and Joslin and were all graduates of Roy High School. The boys were all Servicemen.
  After ranching for almost twenty years, the Cottrells had several business enterprises in Roy. Murray owned and operated a water well drilling rig, Mae had the Roy Cafe and Melvin ran a garage and service station there before he became a school teacher.
  Murray, a Fergus County resident for 40 years, died 3 August 1955, 56 years of age. Internment was at the Geraldine Cemetery. Mae later married Lynn Phillips.
  She died at age 60 years, 20 March 1964 and was buried at Sunset Memorial Gardens, Lewistown.

  William Richard Dunn was born in Dalton, England in 1875, the first of 14 children born to William Henry Dunn and Mary Ann Trelour.
  Annie Lord was born in Over Darwen, Lancashire, England in 1879, the second of six children born of Edwin Lord and Mary Ann Hamer.
  The couple, William and Annie, was married June 28, 1898 in the Wesleyan Chapel, Barrow-in-Furness. They lived at South Row, Roose where their first three children were born (George in 1899, Herbert in 1901 and Leonard in 1903).
  William worked in the mines and also learned the bricklaying trade. At the time of his marriage, he was a milk dealer.
  In 1903 William sold his milk route and went alone to Canada to look for bricklaying work. The following year he sent for his wife and three children to join him in Manitoba, Canada. In August of 1904 Annie sailed from Liverpool, England with George then five, Herbert 3 and Leonard age 1. After landing in Quebec about the first of September they traveled west to Manitoba where they joined William and spent the winter in Miami near Winnipeg in a frame house.
  One day while baking bread Annie asked the boys to keep the fire going while she went out in the garden to get some vegetables. The boys did just that, got the stove pipes red hot, started a fire in the attic and burned the house down. Annie rushed back in time to throw her Singer sewing machine out the window. (That sewing machine came in handy years later on the homestead when they made mittens, gloves, caps, etc. out of hand me-downs.) The family slept in the barn that night.^{P. 207}
 The family moved from there in October of 1905 to Fernie, British Columbia where Edward was born. After spending the winter there they moved to Grandforks, B. C. in the summer of 1906. Late in October of that year William went to Wenatchee, Washington to search for work. Annie and the boys entered the United States by way of train through the entry at Laurier, Washington in March of 1907 and from there went on to Wenatchee. Cecil was born in November of 1907.
  In 1908 the Dunns moved to Seattle and moved into a home at Foster where they met the Garwoods who later homesteaded with them in Montana. Son David was born there in February of 1910.
  William loved music and often played his clarinet in the Salvation Army Band. He taught George to play the comet and Herbert a baritone. Herb had gotten hold of a beat-up baritone that had no mouth piece. George conceived the idea of making a mouth piece out of a "bobbin"....and it worked! They played well enough to play and march in the Salvation Army Band in Seattle, and to play in local theaters on "amateur nights" and on the docks when the local ships sailed to Tacoma and Olympia. They were known as the Dunn Band.
  The first six children of William and Annie were all boys. The arrival of a baby girl in February of 1913 was a real joy. She was named Elsie Mae.
  The Dunns lived in several places in the Seattle area, the last one near the highway from Seattle to Tacoma. As usual the house had to be fixed up. From some brickyard William acquired a load or two of bricks which had been dried too fast and had melted into odd shapes and many of them were stuck together. With the help of the boys, he jacked up the walls, dug a basement, built up the walls with brick and built a lovely, artistic fireplace with the odd looking bricks. This was only one of many examples of William's artistry with bricks and stone which he continued until he was over 80 years old.
  In April 1914 William Richard, his brother Thomas Henry and the Garwoods took up homesteads about 18 miles northeast of Roy. In August, 1914, George Dunn age 15 1/2 joined his Uncle Henry on the homestead. The next month the rest of the family rode the Milwaukee train into the little town of Roy -- "the jumping off place for the homesteaders".
  After a team and wagon were purchased, the Dunns started for their homestead site. When night fell, a camp was pitched near the Clay Edward's place and the horses were hobbled as the family spent it's first night on the prairie sleeping under the stars. The trip was completed the next day. The first home on the ridge was a 10 x 12 shack 'thrown up' by Dad and Uncle Henry. It was insulated with tar paper.
  Early in 1915, Dad and Uncle Henry received word from England that their father, William Henry, had passed away. The family requested that Uncle Henry return home to England. Due to the activity of World War I, Dad tried to persuade Uncle Henry not to go. Uncle Henry lost his life on the ill-fated Lusitania which was sunk by a German submarine off the coast of Ireland on May 7, 1915.
  Later that year, on November 4th, the eighth child was born. In remembrance of Uncle Henry, he was named Henry. On that cold November day, there were no doctors or nurses at hand. As usual, Dad was the chief attendant. Mother told me many years later that it was cold in that room; she felt like sitting on the stove to keep us both warm.
  George, Herbert and the other Dunn boys began to improve the homestead. It was hard work and required lots of courage. There was sagebrush to be cleared from some of the land which was then plowed and harrowed for planting crops and a garden. Timber for firewood and building was obtained by cutting and snaking logs in the breaks 10 miles north near the Missouri River.
  New fence lines were made with posts cut from timber. Green timber was debarked and used for logs and poles to build a barn and corral. Over a period of several months of hard work an excavation was made for a basement-dwelling or "dug-out". From George's diary, two of many entries concerning the excavation:

17 March 1917 "took out 50 loads of dirt" 
13 August 1917 "took out last dirt from basement".

  Clay and his wife, Hilda, both homesteaded in the area north of Roy, near the Kudzia's, in 1914. They had three children: Newman, Mary and Jack.
  The first steep hill which goes down to Larry and Helen Jordans place is called Edward's Hill. Mrs. Edwards was a sister to Roy and Elmer Hanson.
  The Edwards left here in 1925 and went to Chicago where he was a street car conductor. They last lived in Wisconsin. Clay passed away in 1959.
  Edwards had the first Model T in the country. It was his car that transported Mrs. Claude White to Lewistown after she was struck by lightning. Helen Jordan recalled when Mr. White came to get Mr. Edwards and his car, "His horse was white with lather, he had pushed the horse so hard to get help". (Mrs. White survived, but it took a year for her to recover.) ^{P. 211}

  William L. Gibson, a native of Emporia, Kansas, graduated from Emporia High School and later took a course in law from LaSalle University at Chicago. In 1911 he was a railroad conductor in Oklahoma where he married Alice Augusts Meske, who was Anna Zahn's sister. The William Zahns were also living in Oklahoma at this time.
  In 1912, while still in Oklahoma, the Gibsons first child, Billy June, was born.
  They came to Montana in 1913 to homestead and settled 1 1/2 miles southeast of the Joslin Post Office, where they began farming.
  Billy June, a victim of polio, passed away in September of 1914 after a one-month illness. She was 19 months old at the time and is buried in the Lewistown City Cemetery.
  The Gibson's house on the homestead was destroyed by fire and they moved to the adjoining Wiley Scott place and farmed it for several years.
  Daughters Joysie and Wanda, who were born while they were on the homestead, attended the Joslin school.
  In the late twenties, they leased a farm three miles west of Roy where he continued to farm and milk cows.
  The girls attended Roy High School. Joysie graduated in 1933 and Wanda in 1934.
  Joysie married Vernon L. Lindstrand, a native of Grass Range in 1938, and they made their home in Great Falls where two children, Darline Joy and William (Bill) were born. After the untimely death of her daughter, Darline Joy, at the age of 27, Joysie became despondent and on May 31, 1967 was reported missing. Four weeks later her body was recovered at the mouth of the Sun River at Great Falls. She was buried at Sunset Memorial Gardens in Lewistown beside her daughter. Lindstrand passed away in Miles City on January 6, 1988.
  Wanda continued her education and became a teacher. She taught for several years. She was married to Clifford Nelson and they had two daughters, Michelle and Robin Rae.
  Wands suffered muscular dystrophy and was an invalid the last fifteen years of her life. She died at age sixty-six.
  In 1941 Mr. Gibson became ill and Lewistown doctors sent him to Mayo Clinic at Rochester, Minnesota. He entered St. Mary Hospital where they diagnosed a brain tumor which was inoperable due to the internal location and he died a few hours later. He was 57 years of age. He too is buried in the Lewistown City Cemetery.
  Mrs. Gibson disposed of her property and moved to Denver, Colorado where she and Wanda resided the rest of their lives. She passed away July 16, 1971. Both Mrs. Gibson and her daughter, Wanda, are buried at the Crown Hill Cemetery in Denver.

  Henry Martin Hanson and his wife, Martha, along with their infant daughter, Lucille Marcella, came to Montana in 1916 to homestead. They built a two room homestead shack and plowed some land before Henry marched off to war in 1917.
  Martha stayed on the homestead and also worked out some. A neighbor, Les McCollum, plowed and put in the first crop for her. McCollum had a steam tractor that pulled a big plow and he did custom plowing for homesteaders.
  When that first crop of wheat was harvested, not knowing what else to do, Martha used her bedroom for a granary and filled it full. The room was never in square afterwards!
  She nursed several other homestead families through the terrible flu epidemic and was fortunate enough to never become ill herself.
  Henry proved up on his homestead, using soldiers rights, but he never returned to Montana following his discharge from the service.
  Martha refused to return to Minnesota and the marriage was dissolved. She received the homestead as part of the divorce settlement.
  Lucille attended the Joslin school her first year and boarded with the Zahn family. When she was six years old, Martha allowed her to accompany her aunt, Mrs. A.J. (Minnie) Anderson, to Minnesota to visit her father. That was the last time mother and daughter saw each other until Lucille was an adult, married and a mother herself. Attempts to be reunited failed until Lucille was old enough to contact her mother on her own. It was not until 1958 that Lucille returned to Montana and met the family she never knew.
  Henry became a supervisor with the railway mall ^{P. 212} service of the U.S. Postal system and retired in 1960 after 24 years. He passed away on May 25, 1965 at the age of 72, and is buried in Roselawn Cemetery in St. Paul. He was survived by Lucille and his wife, Georgine.
  Martha remarried in 1920 and they lived in her original homestead shack (with additions built on from time to time) until she retired and moved into Lewistown in 1953.

  Howard Hart came to the Roy area with Curley Willmore and homesteaded in November of 1915. Witnesses on his homestead entry filed on May 23, 1919 were John Trafton, Louis Willmore, John N. Bonneson, and Martha Hansen. The homestead lay at the 2. 12 of Sec. 15; Township 20 N.; Range 23 East.
  Hart was one of those that had the distinction of arriving in this country via car and not by train or horse and wagon like the majority did.
  In 1919 he and Bess Nelson Trafton, the former Mrs. John Trafton, were married. She had a daughter, Evelyn Trafton. Howard and Bess had a set of twins; Bobby and Betty, born after they left this area.
  Howard passed away in April of 1980 at the age of 87 and Bess in May of 1986 at the age of 93. Both are buried in Tacoma, Washington.

  My grandparents, William and Nancy Henneman, came to Roy, Montana to homestead in 1914. Their homestead lay 25 miles northeast of Roy in the Wilder Area. They came from Jelico, Tennessee. They had four sons; Ralph, Loyd, Raymond, Carl and one daughter, Martha Ellen (my mother).
 They homesteaded not far from the Sandstroms; later Martha Ellen married Victor Sandstrom (my dad). My uncle, Ray Henneman, lived in the Roy area a good share of his life and was another true cowboy. It was said that he rode with one spur, his argument being, if he could make one side go, the other would follow.
  Uncle Ray's ranch on the Missouri River was flooded in the 1950's when Fort Peck Dam was filled. In 1928 he rode in one of the last horse roundups. Other cowboys helping were Lynn Phillips and Sam Sherman. They trailed the horses down to the Musselshell and shipped from there.
  Ivar Mathison tells of the time when he and Jess Woodcock arrived at Victor Sandstrom's cabin; and with no one being home, they decided to play a trick and wrap the outside of the cabin with clothesline wire, which would make it hard for the travelers to enter, that is, if they were in much of a hurry. That night Victor and Tom LaFountain came home and they were a little unhappy, finding the cabin wrapped like a package and had a heck of a time in the dark figuring out what was wrong. Ivar and Jess had a good laugh when they all got together again.
  Other stories told to me about my Uncle Ray are of ^{P. 213} him being mail carrier, self-employed, for the homesteaders in the Wilder area. Inside of his coat he sewed a pocket for each family; and by the time it took him to go and get the mail at Wilder and deliver all his mail, it would be a week on horseback for him. He played the banjo and played for many dances in the Roy area.
  Ray was married later in life to my Aunt Lois; he worked for the Bureau of Land Management in Malta and was also a city judge. He died in Malta, Montana.
  A story about Grandma and Grandpa Henneman when they lived on Big Crooked was about the time that a neighbor noticed Grandma walking behind the wagon driven by Grandpa. It bothered the neighbor, as it was a long walk from their home to the Kachia store. One day she asked, "Why do you walk?" Grandma replied, "I know where in my duty lies". Later in life we know she changed her way of thinking!
  Grandpa passed away in the late 1930's while they still lived in the area. He was buried in Lewistown. Grandma moved to Stevensville where she later remarried. She spent the remainder of her days at Stevensville.

  Emmett and Mabel Jordan came to eastern Montana in 1908, and homesteaded on Fallen Creek near Ismay. The couple had five sons: Larry, Charles "Chink", Mike, David and Matt, and two daughters, Frances and Sadie.
  Emmett and Mable spent some of their last years in Lewistown and were quite well-known locally. Both passed away in 1969. Matt was killed in an accident at an early age.
  Chink, Mike and David all lived and worked in the Roy area at one time or another. Chink worked with his brother, Larry. He now lives in Sheridan, Wyoming.
  Mike worked mostly for Anton Rindal and on the Horse Ranch in the Fergus area. He and his wife, Mary (Stipek) are both deceased.
  David worked on the Town Brothers Ranch, for McNultys and for Hugh Ford. He now resides in Seattle.

  Larry arrived in the Roy country on July 17, 1934. He was working for Dave Bickle from the Ismay area and brought in cattle which were run on the open range area north of Roy. He was later hired by (Dallas) Disbrow and McVey to ride herd on the cattle that they also had running out on the open range.
  Helen has spent her entire life on the ranch on which they live, with the exception of a couple of years when she attended Billings Normal College. When she returned, she taught at the Cimrhakl and Box Elder schools.
  Larry had arrived in the country during the time she was away at school but it wasn't long before the handsome young cowboy and the pretty young school teacher noticed each other, and romance blossomed. They were married on February 27, 1937. After their marriage Helen taught at the Stubbins school and Larry went trucking for a time.
  One humorous incident that Helen related on the occasion of their 50th anniversary about their early days as man and wife concerned a pie she baked. At that time all baking ingredients were kept in sealed glass jars as protection from insects. The Jordans were expecting company and Helen wanted to bake a very special pie. It wasn't until dessert time when Larry took a big bite of that luscious looking pie that she realized just how special the pie really was. She'd grabbed the jar of salt instead of the jar of sugar!!
  When William Kudzia left his homestead in 1937, his newly-married daughter and her husband took over the ranch. In the succeeding years they expanded adding more acreage.
  Good water on the Kudzia-Jordan ranch, as everywhere else, was a big problem. There was a well at the home ranch that produced a good amount of water, but though okay for stock, it wasn't very tasty for human consumption and it had to be pumped. The Jordans solved the water problem by drilling the first artesian well in the 'northcountry' in the Little Crooked area; later drilling another well at the home place. It wasn't long before neighboring ranchers followed suit, and it has been responsible for changes in the management of cattle operations in the area.
  Horses have always been a special part of their operation. At first they concentrated on the raising of cattle and quarter horses. Later they specialized in Paints. They started in the quarter horse racing business in the 1960's.
  The Jordans are pioneers of Paint racing in the state of Montana and were the first in the state to breed Paint running horses. Their horses, quarter and paint, are known the country over for their style, breeding and winning ability. Larry was instrumental in the formation of the Northwest Paint Racing Association. They got their start in paint horse racing because of their outstanding stallion, Super Nugget. They were showing him at a show in eastern Montana, and he got loose. "We were showing him at halter and he got away from us. Two guys on Quarter horses tried to catch him and the further they went the dimmer he got. So we decided to put him on the track," Larry said. Super Nugget ran many races before they retired him to stud service and many outstanding colts were sired by him.
  Tragedy struck one evening in 1984. A terrible wind      cont'd. 

• The Joslin store with Frank Carter, storekeeper; Myron Lemke, mail carrier and William Zahn, who had the freight wagon.
• Joslin School 1919. Teacher: B. A. Hickey. Back row L. to R. Wilbert Zahn, Earl Zelenka, Ed Dunn, Gladys Joslin, Grace Ryan, Grace Davis, Nellie Joslin, Leonard Dunn, Tilford Carter. Middle row: David Dunn, Loyd Carter, Cecil Dunn, Inez Zelenka, Elva Inez Scott, Wilma Scott, Thelma Jarrett. Front row: Herb Zahn, Arnold Zahn, Malcom Caril, Charles Jarrett.
• A.J. and Minnie Anderson - August 1952
• The Cass children shown from left to right are Richard, Mary Jane, John 'Fremont," Lenn and Gene.
• The Dunn family circa 1911, from left to right: George, Cecil, William, Richard, David, Annie Lord, and Herbert. Back row: Leonard and Edward.
• Alice Gibson
• From left to right: Curley Willmore, Lucille Hanson and her mother, Martha Hanson Willmore, Bess Trafton Hart and Howard Hart. Taken in Lewistown at the county farm where they were all working in 1919.
• Grandma Nancy Henneman.