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LEO SATTLER
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Leo Sattler
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TOWNSHIP 140N RANGE 93W
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LEO SATTLER
I, Leo Sattler, was born in Taylor, N.D. in the county of Stark on Nov. 29, 1918. My parents were Jacob Sattler, whose parents were Johann Sattler and Margaret Hoffert, and Regina Stockie. They settled around Richardton, N.D. My mother's parents were Wendall Stockie and Frances Braun and they settled around Glen Ullin, N.D. They were all farmers and had fairly large families. My dad and mom were both born in the Old Country and immigrated to this country around the 1890's. We homesteaded about two and one-half miles north of Taylor. There were five of us children in the family: Rose, Jack, Ralph, Elsie and myself. I think there were two stillborn, I don't remember for sure. My dad was born Dec. 21, 1884 at Sulz, Russia, and died at Taylor on Dec. 12, 1930. Mom was born Sept. 8, 1888. I don't know where she was born. She died on Nov. 13, 1946 at Bloomfield, Mont.
We raised wheat, corn, and flax most of the years we were there. We also had some cows and a few sheep. We had a good life until the last years, when it got so dry you couldn't spit over your chin. I can remember the grasshoppers and how we had to spread poison bran to kill them. We lived in Stark Co. until 1932. Then Mother got married again and we moved to Glendive, Mont. From there, I joined the C.C.C.'s. I got married on Aug. 29, 1938.
I had four uncles and four aunts on my dad's side of the family. They were all settled around Taylor and Richardton. I had two uncles and two aunts on Mom's side, that I can remember. I know there were more, but I can't recall them.
I'll never forget the springs and falls. They were my favorite times of the year. I used to help my dad plant spuds in the field. He would plow one furrow and then I'd drop the potatoes in the next furrow. It was fun until it got old. Then it seemed like work. Harvest time was always a busy time, too. I can only remember a few years that we were able to use the binder to harvest our grain. The rest of the time we used the header. In the last years we were there, the grain never got high enough to cut. We cut what we could with the mowing machine and used it for feed for the livestock. Now most of us are dead and gone or moved away from there.
By Leo Sattler
I, Leo Sattler, was born in Taylor, N.D. in the county of Stark on Nov. 29, 1918. My parents were Jacob Sattler, whose parents were Johann Sattler and Margaret Hoffert, and Regina Stockie. They settled around Richardton, N.D. My mother's parents were Wendall Stockie and Frances Braun and they settled around Glen Ullin, N.D. They were all farmers and had fairly large families. My dad and mom were both born in the Old Country and immigrated to this country around the 1890's. We homesteaded about two and one-half miles north of Taylor. There were five of us children in the family: Rose, Jack, Ralph, Elsie and myself. I think there were two stillborn, I don't remember for sure. My dad was born Dec. 21, 1884 at Sulz, Russia, and died at Taylor on Dec. 12, 1930. Mom was born Sept. 8, 1888. I don't know where she was born. She died on Nov. 13, 1946 at Bloomfield, Mont.
We raised wheat, corn, and flax most of the years we were there. We also had some cows and a few sheep. We had a good life until the last years, when it got so dry you couldn't spit over your chin. I can remember the grasshoppers and how we had to spread poison bran to kill them. We lived in Stark Co. until 1932. Then Mother got married again and we moved to Glendive, Mont. From there, I joined the C.C.C.'s. I got married on Aug. 29, 1938.
I had four uncles and four aunts on my dad's side of the family. They were all settled around Taylor and Richardton. I had two uncles and two aunts on Mom's side, that I can remember. I know there were more, but I can't recall them.
I'll never forget the springs and falls. They were my favorite times of the year. I used to help my dad plant spuds in the field. He would plow one furrow and then I'd drop the potatoes in the next furrow. It was fun until it got old. Then it seemed like work. Harvest time was always a busy time, too. I can only remember a few years that we were able to use the binder to harvest our grain. The rest of the time we used the header. In the last years we were there, the grain never got high enough to cut. We cut what we could with the mowing machine and used it for feed for the livestock. Now most of us are dead and gone or moved away from there.
By Leo Sattler