Remembering Grandpa's farm while travelling in Eastern Colorado November 2025 by Scott Gauthier.
Photo of the actual farmhouse ...
"Roughly 35 miles east of Colorado Springs."
"This may or may not be the farm where my father was born in 1920. It is high plains farm in Eastern Colorado near where the town of Kendrick used to exist.
"The only time I was ever here was when I was five years old and that was 35 years after the farm was abandoned. I remember a windmill that pumped water into stock tanks. All the buildings (a tar paper house and chicken coop) were gone by then. This place looks like what my mind remembers from that time. If this is not it, it is within a few miles of here.
"The only time I was ever here was when I was five years old and that was 35 years after the farm was abandoned. I remember a windmill that pumped water into stock tanks. All the buildings (a tar paper house and chicken coop) were gone by then. This place looks like what my mind remembers from that time. If this is not it, it is within a few miles of here.
"My Grandfather was an immigrant from Canada who came to Denver and had an appendicitis. Since he only spoke French, they found a French shopkeeper who could translate for him. Afterwards, he worked for that shopkeeper and married his daughter. He got in on the homesteading and got 40 acres here in Eastern Colorado. He was not really educated in farming but tried to make it work. A neighbor came over while he was frustrated trying to get the horse to pull the plow. He was having a difficult time because he was trying to pull the plow backwards. He worked hard and began to raise a family of seven on the land. The house was a small tar paper house that the neighbor said he needed to visit to see how all those people slept in such a small space. A visiting relative wrote a journal of her visit there one summer. View it here.
"The dust bowl came and forced him to move back to Denver. As the neighbor told me that during the dust bowl, he “ate five acres of corn one night and was still hungry.” Anyway I wanted to show my son Myles since we were in the neighborhood."
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