My Great aunt Lydia came across from Maine to Illinois by covered wagon. When she was 5 years old she heard Lincoln speak. She lived to be 93 she died when I was very little. But I still remember she was tough stuff. A survivor a thoroughbred a classic. Today my sister named her puppy Lydajo after her and my mother These incredible women and men had courage and were champions of their time. Hats off to our ancestors. They gave us a life we would never had known without them
I'm glad to know that a museum was established to commemorate the brave pioneers and this part of American history.
My great great grandmother had her babies in their covered wagon traveling to Texas. My grandmother recalls her mother having babies along the way as she played outside.
It amazed me that most of the pictures of covered wagons showed the canvas to be blindingly white. I would think after a month on the trail they would have been grey and vastly discolored. My grandmother came by covered wagon from Texas to California as a baby, where her parents settled in what is now Placerville. I have always been interested in the Westward movement. Such courage, such fortitude, such endurance! Thank you for this very fine video!
What n AWESOME group of people that made this journey, DONT FORGET THEY LIVE ON THRU US, buckle up Americans n keep that spirit alive, THANX FOR THE GREAT VIDEO !!!!
We often complain about the headaches of modern travel: The long TSA lines, the delayed flights, the terrible airline food, and so on. But my goodness, we can travel across the entire county in a single day. What these people endured for 6 months is mind boggling !
Iām watching this sitting on a plush and comfortable couch, in a modern air conditioned home. A snack and delicious food and drinks just feet away from me. All things that the pioneers of that era could once dream of.
I love our history of this beautiful country of the USA.
The steadfast determination and grit was outstanding during those times.And in reality it took place such a short time ago!š
This video made me appreciate how easy we have it today. Covered wagon life was intense!
The settlers were the stuff America was built from, tough as nails. They have given us a proud heritage to protect.
It was certainly very difficult, but we must remember that there is no comparison. Today we think of lack of energy, heat, showers, bathrooms, cold soft drinks, etc., but they NEVER had this and the sacrifice was to achieve a better future for their descendants. LET US HONOR their memories and goals that made America a superpower. May the memory of their names be an eternal blessing.
To say they were tough , is an understatement .
Impossible not to watch to the end - great video!!
They were brave, courageous souls who thought it was worth the risk!
Tough lives make tough peoples.
I got to meet someone who traveled west on the Oregon Trail in a covered wagon, but much later than most of the people who experienced the journey. Her name was Irma and her family made the trip in 1912 when she was 7 or 8 years old. They used the very anachronistic covered wagon as a mode of transportation because they were too poor to even afford train tickets, her father didn't want to leave his wife and children behind while looking for work, and someone they knew (I can't recall if it was a relative or a family friend) wanted to help the family out and owned an old wagon and mule team they were willing to give them for free. They eventually made it to Oregon (though the hazards they faced were very different from those faced by the more traditional covered wagon travelers from the trail's heyday), and Irma's father could only find one job, washing dishes at a restaurant. It barely paid enough to keep the family fed and together, and they lived out of their covered wagon for some time, but they managed to survive that way. I met Irma many years later in the late 1990s when I was a teenager doing volunteer work at the small town retirement home where she lived by then.
My grandmother was born in a wagon traveling from MN to southern Kansas. She was the seventh child, had a sister she never met who married at fifteen and moved to Montana. Once in Kansas her parents left her with an older sister to raise with her own family and moved on to Oklahoma. She told me as a baby in the wagon she was fed bread soaked in coffee as her mother had little milk. Once in Kansas an Indian tried to purchase her due to her blue eyes and blond hair. At age nineteen she traveled by train to California where she met my grandfather who had traveled by train from Connecticut to Los Angeles.
Lots of good stuff in there, I liked the deep ruts that can still be seen along the trail and carved names. I would like to go see that stuff.
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