This is in the town of Troy, a remnant of the past, perhaps a store, or the start of the elevator and seed business we see behind it.Down the road is Trojan Farms,is this Greece or Iowa?
He came from England, already an experienced coal miner. This was just beginning to really break on the prairie, soon to leave many scars. It was a tough life not being able to stand throughout the day. There were numerous tragedies and disruptions during the workday, all accepted facts of the trade. You worked around broken fingers and numerous bangs and bruises.
He arrived home to see his wife finishing in the field, pulling a massive planter with a team of horses. She looked fairly weary and he went to clean up first. Hearing the team pulling in he greeted her with a clean smile, compared to when he left the mine.
His children would sometimes meet him, helping his tired legs get up the hill to their home. He lead her to the house and went back to unhitch the team When he got inside, she had put together some cornbread to go with the stew she had simmering. He went to give it a stir and was playfully pushed away.
The next year they were able to buy a mine, one of the deepest ever to be dug. They added another the following year. His family all became involved in the operation, at some level or other. It was a good life, a fine life to enjoy on this prairie. This bit of happiness was shared with numerous other stories, on a gentle prairie breeze, which many were to enjoy.
Cold sweat and hard work everyday
Toils of labor in sand and clay
What a way to live on this earth
Until it was the day
To collect the pay.