Go back to May, 1935. Velma and Ted Wancura have a young son. They haven't had a wheat crop in years, or for that matter, or rain for so long. Most of their cattle herd has been lost in the dust storms. A tornado took their house. The Wancuras moved a vacant house in to replace it.
I met Velma Whipple Wancura two years ago. Her grandson, Dan Wancura contacted me, telling me I needed to meet his grandmother. He said the story of her life was simply amazing. He was right.
