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…
Category: Family
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…
Reminiscing III
I’m thrilled you are enjoying excerpts from a small type written “book” from James E. Greet, who was one of Johnny’s brothers. Let’s continue! “Dad spaded up a garden spot about twenty foot square just behind the cabin for mom. Dad built a stockade type of fence around it from native material. Mom’s folks came…
Reminiscing II
By James E. Greet, 1991“There was the summer that the folks lived on the mountain claim with my older brother and sister and me. I was about three years old, and that would have been 1921. Our home was a one room log cabin that dad put up. It had a window in either end,…
Cold History
Not a great deal of work is going on at the moment… the boys each have small herds to feed in the morning. Every three days Vernon is on rotation to break ice for the cows in the badlands. Tractor upkeep, prepping for delivery of feed, and paperwork (plus some flu recovery) fill the days….