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    My name is Laurie Johnson and I am interested in my Ancestors. With this in mind, I would like to dedicate this page to my GreatGrandFather, Harold Dean Gilgore.

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Harold Dean Gilgore was born June 29, 1892 and died January 28, 1978. His parents were Robert Gilgore and Lillian Dean. Harold married Eva Belle Baughman and they had one daughter, Lillian Leola Gilgore.
I remember my GreatGrandFather as being very tall and always wearing cowboy boots and a tall Stetson hat. He was a gentle, quiet man. I wish I had known him better.


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My hobbie is Genealogy. I am very lucky that my GreatGrandFather left behind written words for the future generations. I have typed this exactly as he wrote it.

"Robert Gilgore came to So. Dak from New York in 1884. He was a cousin of Mrs. McFadden. The McFaddens had homesteaded in Belle Prairie Twp. By the time he arrived in S.D. most of the available land had been taken up, so he bought the right to file, or relinqishment on the west half of Sec. 30 in Belle Prairie Twp. In the 1880's most of the people used oxen to plow the sod and for all farm work. Robert broke up part of his homestead with four oxen. By 1890 most of the pioneers had acquired a team of horses and the oxen had become steaks and hamburgers, tough chewing. Lillian Dean had come to So. Dak from Iowa in 1889 to teach in country schools. She and Robert Gilgore were married in 1891 and lived on the claim a few years. Harold the oldest son was born in 1892. Dry years and the panic of 1893 drove many of the pioneers back east, to what they hoped was a better home and a milder climate. Some returned later, but many never did. The Gilgores moved into Huron and he worked as assistant County Auditor. Gertrude, the eldest daughter, later, Mrs. Christie Wolf, was born in Huron in 1894. Shortly after her birth the family left for Iowa, the next three years were spent in Minn & Iowa. They returned to the farm in 1897 and lived there until about 1925. Financial and clamatic conditions were better from this time on, until the dry years of 1910 and 11. South Dakota is noted for its beautiful, bright sunny days, but too many of them dried up the earth and made hard times for people, the old timers used to say "What a pitythe dry weather does any harm." There were many small post offices scattered over the country in those days, one of them was the "Belle P.O.", which the Gilgores maintained from 1901 until 1905, when the rural delivery routes were started. About twentyfive families in the neighborhood got their mail there it was delivered twice a week from Iroquois. The mail carrier at this time was Al Holliday*, an old time six horse stage driver from Wyoming, he used to tell stories of being chased by Indians, driving his six horse stage at a dead run, he escaped but some of his friends were not so fortunate. He was the father of Dick Holliday* for many years owner and publisher of the "Iroquois Chief". Following their return to So. Dak, four more children were born to the Gilgores, two of whom have passed away, and all have left So. Dak, except Harold who decided long ago, that there is no place any better than So. Dak. He spent thirtynine years as a livestock feeder, dealer and order buyer. This then is the story of one family of the Pioneers, bu the life and conditions were much the same for hundreds of families. It is a story of hardship and courage, of faith in the future. It was not all misery, along with this life there was a lot of happiness, ball games and horse racing, every town and neighborhood had a ball team. There were dances in the homes, a surprising number of people could dance in two or three small rooms. In the 1930's the children of the pioneers were faced with conditions as bad or worse than any their fathers had endured. There was drought, low prices for farm produce of all kinds and a financial panic lasting for several years. During this time we had the famous dust storms or "Black blizzards" of the 1930's. Only those who lived thru these storms could realize what they were like, and we will never forget. Thousands left and moved to other states, hoping for anything at all to make life a little better. Those who stayed, and it took a lot of courage, have met with financial success and a happier life, a time of progress, from the oxen and horses to the mechinical and jet age. Those of the older generations who have lived thru this time have probably seen more progress in knowledge, science, and industry than in any similar period of time in the worlds history. It has been a wonderful time."

*Holliday, could be Halliday. Hard to read.