Through these doors walked strong men and women… We cannot imagine what life was like for them. The thought of their work load is staggering. Still their remnants stand, and I wonder… What part of me will be here in 100 years? **** July 29, 2010 Drenched July 29, 2009 Wordless Wednesday –…
Category: History
Stockdog History
Since it decided to rain today (starting off with a skiff of snow), Vernon did tractor work which left me to work on my house again. I’m getting my closets figured out and reorganized… pulling out a shelf here, adding it there, and moving the rods around. Repainting. I think I have it. Now to…
Girls and Chaps
Yawn. It’s been a busy week off the ranch… I told you earlier about the activities at the library… Mr. Gagliano came and did a great job with the kids and adults… And today’s prep for the book sale was fast and furious with TONS of help! so… stories about ranchlife have been few and…
Remembering in the Quiet
Wow! Here I’ve been sitting on this story because I thought it would only be of interest to my family… and boy, was I wrong! I’m glad so many of you thought it was touching and fun listening to that old-time gospel music. Maybe next time I need to make a slide show, I’ll use…
Antlers Quartet – the Movie
Since some of you couldn’t hear the music in yesterday’s post… I made a movie for you today. I hope you enjoy it this way! The Antlers Quartet from Carol Greet on Vimeo. **** December 13, 2009 Santa Baby December 13, 2008 Blizzard
The Antlers Quartet
She ran to me… joy written on her face. It matched the squeal I’d heard moments before, followed by the quick footfalls down the steps and into my mother’s living room. She held her hands together, obviously hiding something. “Mom!” “Yes?”, a quizzical look on my face. We were sorting through my mother’s belongings… while…
Twilight Zone
I was up on the mountain today. For part of it, Victoria and I took our dogs past the old Bar C cabin. I’ve never seen this cabin standing, but over the years, I have watched it lower itself like a grandfather settling in a soft couch. Bit by bit, it disappears into the ground….
Hell’s Half Acre
On my recent visit to Casper… I flew by Hell’s Half Acre just outside of Powder River, Wyoming. Unable to shut down my blue streak… aka… my patriot blue Dodge Durango… I vowed I would capture it on my return trip. And I actually remembered… Back when I was a child… this roadside stop was…
Ritchie’s
Monday… and I got the day “off” to do laundry and dishes… and find my floor under the mud and dog hair… yecccch! The guys drained the water tanks on the Mesa, gathered up salt feeders, and captured 3 heifers we’d missed on our gather the other day… but they didn’t need my help. Usually…
Little Remnants
When the mountain buffalo roamed the Big Horns… so, too, did their predators… That day as I took photos about weaning and a reeking dog… I walked around looking at the ground for evidence of these predators… Here was evidence! A flake of chert… trash leftover from making an arrowhead or point… debitage! In fact……
For It Was a Place of Joy…
Before this weekend’s activities… I was going to share barn pictures. Let’s get to it! This barn used to belong to D. and M. when I came here almost 30 years ago. I helped brand their calves… I ate in their yard… They were not a story to me… They were real. D.’s father had…
Nine Eleven
Out here… we won’t forget… Though everyday life goes on… we won’t forget… Through high winds and hailstorms… she still flies high… we won’t forget… She’s in the background of all we do… we won’t forget… We’ll teach the young ones… they can’t forget…