This story is from James Greet, written in 1991 about his life as a cowboy in the 1940’s. TRAILING BEEF TO THE RAILROAD It was a common practice for the stockmen of the area to trail their “for sale” livestock to Lysite and then by railroad to the Omaha stock market. We rounded up the…
Category: History
Reminiscing XVI
This story is from James Greet, written in 1991 about his life as a cowboy in the 1940’s. Sometime early one fall, I was to go down to a place on Spring Creek to get two heifers that belonged to Allan Egbert. This would be a full days job. I was told just what pasture…
Reminiscing XV
This story is from James Greet, written in 1991 about his life as a cowboy in the 1940’s. I went down and helped Johnny Tisdale on Box Elder Creek. He had some cattle to gather and some branding to do. I ran short of a fresh mount one afternoon, so Johnny said he would stake…
Heartbreaking Loss
I searched. I read. Perhaps my memory has failed me. In preparation for this post, I was going to grab a quote from a local history book. I could not find what I wanted, so perhaps it was in another book, or I just didn’t find it. The topic was the importing of cattle into…
Reminiscing XIV
These stories are from James Greet who was my father-in-law’s (Johnny) older brother. One spring, I got in on the cow roundup at home. Then I joined the roundup that worked the range out of the Orchard cowcamp in Buffalo Canyon. We gathered about two hundred head. Some of those cowboys were Dutch Mills, Henry…
The Disappeared
How to describe those things that are gone? The silver granary that guarded the gate. Armored and at attention, but no longer filled with grain, he watched countless times as horses were led from the barn and cows were trailed past. Wagons and Ram Trucks, rattling horse trailers, dogs at heel, they filled all his…
Reminiscing XIII
Stories from James Greet: By the time I had reached my teens, I was doing a lot of riding. There were various cattle roundups, and also, it was usually my job to bring home the strays. Often , I would be gone for days at a time. One year we got word that we had…
Reminiscing XII
Stories from James Greet. ”One of the remarkable stories that dad told was about a mute range cow that they had in their herd. She would have a calf every spring. During the spring roundup one year, this cow didn’t seem to have her calf with her. This meant that her calf was left on…
Cousin
Scrolling through Facebook tonight… up pops my cousin’s comment. Fifty six years ago today, on patrol in the jungle of South Vietnam, he was gut shot. At eleven in the morning, he fell with the first bullet. I had to reply to him tonight. His story was a very vivid memory for my little nine…
Reminiscing XI
Stories by James Greet: Bubbles was a good mother, like most felines. One summer, she had her kittens up in the haymow. It didn’t take us kids long to find them. She decided that her babies were too young to be handled by curious kids, she must do something. Bubbles moved them, one at a…
Reminiscing X
I don’t know why I’ve had such trouble posting my Throwback Thursday posts. I’ve always chosen to do it, as it’s been easy to do, especially since I work Thursdays. Just copy and paste a post from ten years ago… and, poof. Done. Now the computer refuses to update and save the posts, citing JSON…
Reminiscing IX
One fall, we moved down to the Ray Brown cabin on Canyon Creek, the second place above the mouth of Canyon Creek, where it empties into the Nowood (Creek). (Note to readers… I’m pretty sure he is talking about the place where I live now). This was accomplished by team and wagon. The crossing was…