Accounts of pioneer life frequently speak of the difficulties posed by natural challenges, such as extended periods of drought, severe snowstorms, and the troublesome plague of grasshopper invasions. One fascinating and individualistic perspective is found in the memoirs of Job E. Green. These writings provide insight into a distinctive period of his life, harking back to 1872, when he and his spouse embarked on establishing a homestead in what would eventually become Boone County, Nebraska.
In examining Green's reminiscences, we gain a closer look at the complexities of his journey, characterized by the pursuit of a homestead. The narrative offers an intimate portrayal of the Green family's pioneering spirit and unwavering determination. This unique chapter is a testament to their resilience and commitment during the pioneering era.
“Along in April I set about building our ‘little sod log shanty on the claim.’ This was to be 16×20. I went over on the Cedar [Creek] to get my ridge poles, three of them. With the sod walls laid, the ridge poles well bedded, rafters on, brush and hay next, we were ready for the sod roof. This was of matched sod with joints well packed with clay. It was a dandy and never leaked a drop the first year. Then I shaved the walls smooth and put on a plaster of clay and ashes. We had a door in the east side with a half window in it, a half window in the south end and a full window in the west side, of 8×10 glass, dirt floor, but had two planks along side the bed to stand on. This was a nice city bed and prized very highly by the owner. Every cent in cash that was put in this house was $10. Into this we moved in June 1872. No millionaire was ever happier than we were.
“It can’t always be bliss, so the scene changes a little. Spring comes once more and so did the rain. Last year our roof was perfect, but now it sprung a leak. I put more dirt on but still it leaked. More dirt and more leak. The deluge came one night and the flood poured through. The floor was muddy. The water soaked-yes, soaked and ran clear through that nice bed and Mrs. Green sat on it and lifted up her voice and wept all night through and mingled her tears with the flood of waters. The next day after the flood I took my oil soaked horse blankets and pitched them . . . over the bed so that it never got wet again. Then as soon as I could the next year I got boards and made a roof over the sod one. That sod roof was 20 inches thick, but it leaked just the same.”
