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…
Category: Family
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…
Reminiscing VIII
Stories from James E. Greet. ”A word about buffalo wallows. The only ones that I was aware of, were up in the mountains. They were located in a gentle drainage that would fill the wallow with snow water and not silt. No doubt, the buffalo were plagued with ticks and lice, along with their heavy…
Reminiscing VII
I have heard dad tell of how one summer when there was enough rain to keep the grass green and enough water in the buffalo wallows that the sheep herders never had to go to water with their sheep. They also complained that their lambs’ droppings weren’t hardening up the way they liked for traveling…
Reminiscing VI
Stories by James E. Greet. We went to Grandma’s for Christmas one winter. I was probably three or four years old. It was about nine miles up the mountain to Grandma’s. Mom drove the team and buggy. The buggy didn’t have a top, but mom wrapped us kids in plenty of quilts, and I don’t…
Reminiscing V
Stories from James E. Greet. “One morning, mom wondered if there were any fresh wagon tracks on the county road past our gate, and she sent us kids to go see. George and Marjorie said yes, there were. They tried to explain to me how they could tell, but to no avail. I could see…
Reminiscing IV
Sorry about last night, somehow, I couldn’t post… I tried for 3 hours! Let’s go back to the tried and true… Reminiscing by James Greet. “There was lots of activities going on. The county road passed right along one side of our pasture. There, big bands of sheep trailed by on the road. Twelve to…