While on my trip to South Dakota this summer, a cousin of my mother stopped by my aunt’s house in Watertown while I was staying there. She brought a hefty notebook along full of family photos and history. Included were some snapshots of the old homestead, where my great grandparents farmed and where my grandfather was born. She had gone there in 1988 with camera in hand, thankfully. I have been told that none of the buildings remain now. I am not sure of its location, but I will dig around some more.