Cooking in the West

All of my life I have heard stories about 1936. That was the summer that my Great Grandfather Roberts stopped eating, because he could not deal with the drought and Great Depression any longer. They had tried to winter their cows on slough grass hay from South Dakota which they had purchased for a king's ransom with all their savings, but the cows got thinner and thinner until most of them had to be shot. The grasshoppers were so bad they would eat the shovel handles left out at night. My father was 16 years old that summer his grandfather gave up on life, and he remembered that mostly they li...