Why do we live here, a question I constantly hear during any snow storm. It also comes up when the temperature is about to melt us down. I guess the word endure comes to my mind. My ancestors came from Prussia. A kingdom that no longer exists. They became one of Nebraska's first homesteaders. My great great grandmother had to walk, because she was pregnant with my great grandfather. The covered wagon was too rough for her to ride in. If you read about the terrain it states there weren't many trees at that time. No break from the wind. The dream to own land drove them here. Their faith kept them going. Great grandfather was the first white child born when Nebraska was still a territory. I can't believe I remember him. He smoked a pipe that I inherited, and called his little glass of wine "Betty." So after each storm we can see an amazing icicle, a rainbow, an orange moon, or a sprouting flower. Then we know we really can endure, and, why we live here.
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