My father, Freeman Arthur Halverson, as a memoir for his children, wrote this book, but it is too rich a treasure in the history of homesteading in the Flathead Indian Reservation in Montana not to be shared. His story starts in 1910 and tells of the fortitude and endurance of young men and women of that time who started with absolutely nothing but a few dollars in their pockets and a spirit of adventure.
They left their homes in other states to start a new life in a country unbroken, a country when Native American Indians still lived in tepees, no paved roads or automobiles, but stage coaches, horses and wagons were the mode of transportation. A camera, with no fancy lenses, and the pictures my dad took with it will help readers see a world gone by with no conveniences, but alas, wonderful people who individually and collectively, performed tasks which seem to me today unthinkable. They made their own fun and enjoyed life to the fullest.
Esther A. Halverson-Hull
March 25, 2011