In 2008, on a trip to ND, my aunt, Gladys Hill DeMars, took I and some of my kids to visit Kuroki. He went to school In Kuroki and later Antler. My father, Jim hill, grew up on a farm between Antler and Kuroki, ND. Ha! Thank you for your awesome photographs. We visited a lot, but not in the cold winters. I feel strongly about the connection I have to my North Dakota roots even though my dad moved our family to California back in 1956. My parents were living in Glenburn at the time. My dad had to find help at a nearby farm in order to get my mom to a hospital in time. My parents didn’t make it to the hospital they had already paid for because the car broke down. I was born in the Mohall hospital sixty years ago. I am almost sixty so once I am gone, then the memories of my parents and grandparents will die with me. These houses and towns used to have life and activities and memory making times, but as with my own family, those who made the memories are near to be forgotten. Seeing these buildings reminds me of how temporary life is. I think because my parents and grandparents have all passed away. I also have an overwhelming feeling that can best be described as grief. I enjoy looking and imagining what the town used to be like when it had people and businesses. I can’t really explain the feeling I get when I see these abandoned houses and ghost towns.
