My dad ran the bank in Hoytville. My grandfather was the president of the bank and of course it went broke in the 30s.

When I was born there in Hoytville it was quite a little town. It had two grocery stores, two or three hardware stores, a restaurant, a poolroom and of course a gas station and it was pretty active.

It had two…oh….well there was one lumber yard and two grain storages and stuff there; two grain operators. It was a pretty active little town. But when the bank went under finally we ended up going out north to a farm for a year or two. Then we went over to my grandfather’s farm and he we lived with him I suppose I should say, and saved the farm then. He got if paid off finally and saved that.

My granddad then moved into Deshler and they lived there for quite a while. But every day we had to go out there and bring him out to the farm, and that’s where I was raised. I was out at the farm when I was about seven years old or eight. They lost everything, but dad he kept farming and paying that off and he paid that off finally in…probably around ’50 or something like that. ’51? He finally paid it off, got it paid off.