One room schoolhouse from my father-in-law’s childhood sits under the red bluffs… lonely, waiting for children’s laughter just one more time…
Category: Family
A Gift
I’ve been extremely lucky in my life to have some great friends. They’ve all shared a part of my life… Helped me to grow… Helped me when times were tough… Helped my moods, my spirit, my workload! Most are long gone down the roads that separate us all. That doesn’t mean I don’t think of…
Book
Long ago… when my kids were little and chubby and cute and just… just… just… you know… so full of potential and… LIFE!, I wrote a children’s book. About them… and this ranch… and the feeling that you get here… of continuing tradition… of history… of hard work… of generations… I called it Red Dirt…
Wyoma Story
From Wyoma’s book… Wyoma’s Life Stories. “When a woman marries a farmer she automatically becomes an instant hired man and she had better know how to do anything and everything or be on the look out as how to do it. I had never shocked grain but I soon learned. When Jim had the horses…
Father’s Day – Good and Bad
The day started with news that Vernon’s Uncle J. had passed away. He was a nice man and will be missed. The weather today was gorgeous again. I felt better after a bad night with a splitting headache, barking dogs, and a bedroom too warm to sleep comfortably. We decided on a picnic to our…
A Story from Wyoma
I introduced you to Wyoma yesterday. I thought I’d share her story of coming to Ten Sleep and meeting her husband first. She was a cracker! See if you can get a feel for her character in this story… all spellings and writing style are hers… “During the summer of 1928, our friends from Ten…
Wyoma
My father-in-law’s great aunt used to live here. Her name was Wyoma. She was 4′ 7″ or somewhere in there. She was feisty. She was NOT politically correct. She was blunt. She had stories… oh, my! her stories… She wrote a book… I love it because it is “her”. I think it was written in…
The Continuing Travels of Cousin Robb 2
To complete Cousin Robb’s email from yesterday… Here it is. Some experiences are impossible to understand, much less mistake for mundane. For me, these usually have to do with just another example of the inhumanity of humanity: The hundreds of faces of the tortured in an infamous Khmer Rouge jail left me in tears (physical…
The Continuing Travels of Cousin Robb
For those of you that have followed me for a while, you know I share my Cousin Robb’s worldwide adventures. Cousin Robb is a workaholic who saves his money and then quits his job to go travel the world… usually as far from tourist destinations as possible. Other adventures of his can be found by…
Storyteller
I grew up with a father that was a storyteller. He loved history and on family trips in the car, he’d tell us stories… They just happened to be true… He could make those tales come alive. I’ve heard his dad was an even better storyteller, but I never met that grandfather. Put a bunch…
Big Trails
I’ve been painting a fair amount up at the Mills Place… every room needs painted and I’ve only painted the kitchen… now most of the mud room… next will be the office. I take Lucas with me 99% of the time… he lost out day before yesterday when he had helped with some corral work…
Bruner Draw
This is Bruner Draw. Named for the man who homesteaded with a small dugout located on the skyline to the right of the most left juniper tree… the fenceline here separates our private ground from BLM. This is the “badlands”. The green in the bottom of this draw also hides a boggy mucky mess that…