And often rough. If you lived way out in the country, 15 or 20 miles from the railroad station, you had to get up before dawn to catch the 9 30 train. For the next two hours, the carriage went creaking down the old, familiar road while the countryside moved slowly past. If you were leaving the farm for good, to go to the city, you had mixed feelings on that long ride to the station. It is not easy to pull up roots and start a new life. Use saw the faces of old friends as you passed their houses, waving goodbye, and you felt sad leaving them. But you felt to, how old and tired they looked, locked on the land. A woman looked 50 before she was 35. In a way, you were glad you were leaving. You past the old schoolhouse and you remembered the long miles you walk morning after morning to get there. That final run to get inside before the bell stopped clinging. Clanging. Or perhaps you past the doctors buggy and you remembered the terrible night your mother laid upstairs sick and the weight fo
And often rough. If you lived way out in the country, 15 or 20 miles from the railroad station, you had to get up before dawn to catch the 9 30 train. For the next two hours, the carriage went creaking down the old, familiar road while the countryside moved slowly past. If you were leaving the farm for good, to go to the city, you had mixed feelings on that long ride to the station. It is not easy to pull up roots and start a new life. Use saw the faces of old friends as you passed their houses, waving goodbye, and you felt sad leaving them. But you felt to, how old and tired they looked, locked on the land. A woman looked 50 before she was 35. In a way, you were glad you were leaving. You past the old schoolhouse and you remembered the long miles you walk morning after morning to get there. That final run to get inside before the bell stopped clinging. Clanging. Or perhaps you past the doctors buggy and you remembered the terrible night your mother laid upstairs sick and the weight fo
Travel back to the 1950s when oil was discovered in north dakota. Filmican frontier is a produced by the American Petroleum institute. Narrator the wind blows west from the great lakes. The wind sings like a wild bird across the northern states, coming at last to this place. 10,000 square miles of prairie across montana and dakota. They call it the Williston Basin. Narrator not so long ago, this was frontier. Listen closely and you will hear the old echo of covered wagons, the phantom shadows of pioneers fighting for their lives against the wilderness. Lonely women wearing their dreams like a bit of right calico. Narrator they began with nothing, with their bare hands and a bucket of hope, breaking the land with freedoms plow, planting towns like fargo, stampede, bluegrass, beaver lodge, lincoln valley, williston. Neil wheat farmer and schoolteacher. I was born and raised here east of montana along the canadian line, williams county, north dakota. If i were somewhere at the ends of the