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 Sleep came to our house in Casper.  I and Mom had them in and they stayed over night.  Grace invited me to go to Ten Sleep with them and away I went and Hester and I packed a few clothes for me to take along as I was only going to be gone two weeks which ended up as a month.  Hester was 16 and I almost 26.  We stopped at the rodeo in Kaycee and Harry only had to pay for two grownups and two kids.  When we got to Ten Sleep the bed space for girls was one full size bed and a cot so we rotated. That way no one had to sleep in middle or on cot two nights in a row.  I took over the cooking house work and any thing that came that way.  Grace took in washings and Harry had a filling station down town.  The gasoline was in barrels and so was the oils.  Harry bought me a pair of big overalls they were a dollar a pair.  Grace came into the house one day and said Harry is bringing in company for dinner what do we have for this meal.  I said we are having beans and corn bread.  She says he won’t eat that but then I say dinner is over for that is all there is right now.  They ate cornbread and beans and enjoyed it.  In the middle of July Grace had more company from on top mountain above Bigtrails.  We had very little to eat that time to.  I sent one girl to chicken house to see if she could get an egg, and another to garden to get a few onions, and another to get in a bucket of milk.  No refrigerator so it was on north side of house under a box to keep dogs from it.  We had a few boiled potatoes.  I fried the onions and put the potatoes in and then what bread we had and then the egg and poured some milk over it and put a lid on for it to get steamed.  Grace made some biscuits while I did any thing else to get a meal.  These folks were Dad and Jim Pyle.  Mother Pyle had died the night before.  This was the 13th of July.  Jim’s sister and her son came from New York to the funeral.  After this was over a bunch of us went up the mountain to be with each other.  Jim’s cousin Mary was one of the crew.  She had to go back to her job by a certain day.  About ten o’clock the  night before we all go in Dutches car and left for Ten Sleep.  The car had no head lights.  So Dutch and Arthur took turns at riding the running board and fender to direct the driving.  We got headlights and patching material at Ten Sleep.  We only had 7 flats that night.  The tire pump was none too good.  My hands being the smallest I got  the job of holding them around the tube while the air went into the tire.  To end this happy occasion we ran over a skunk about a mile or so before getting into Ten Sleep.  We stretched out on the lawn and went to sleep.  We ate no breakfast.  Twas after this that Jim and I started going together.  We met on July 15 and on October 13 we were engaged, and on December the 23rd we were married.”
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Wyoma

My father-in-law’s great aunt used to live here.
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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 one continuous sentence, because that is the way she used to talk…
But, me, the person so fond of “…”  should not criticize how other people write!
She had an arrowhead collection I coveted and would have loved to have, especially a nice atlatl point made into a necklace…  oooh…
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People were welcome at her door, even “Bigfoot”, a huge loner known for letting chickens live in his cabin with him…
Nowadays, the boards prevent cows from breaking down her door…
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There are stories here…
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The ghosts of those stories live in the swaying grass and in the trickle of spring water… in the clouds that dance with their shadows across the hillsides… in the flowers that continue to bloom and fade… in the relics left behind.
In the future, I’ll share a few of her stories…

Dogs in Heaven

I would never presume to understand a dog.
I want to.
I read books by educated people and scientists and behaviorists and I try to.
The closest I’ve been is the other day… for a short period of time, at least.
I watched five dogs on the mountain have a tremendous day.
They dug holes and sniffed smells and rolled in a disgusting something-or-other (which smell must mean something totally different to them) and ran and dodged and ducked and drank from a mountain spring and ran and barked and played tag and dug more holes and watched us humans (briefly) and laid down in the sunshine and slept.
They begged tidbits of food from our lunch.
They asked for a stick to be thrown and it was.
They asked for a scratch behind their ears and they received it.
They laid in the shade and slept.
They chased birds and missed.
They cornered rock chucks under an old log cabin and got excited and barked and dug and tried to pull the logs off of the cabin to reach their prey (which, unfortunately for them, ended with their stupid owners forcing them to quit and LEAVE IT!)
Lastly, they loaded in the pickup and rode quietly down the mountain.
I think, right then, as we pulled through the gate, that THAT DAY… THAT DAY full of doggy activities practiced full bore and unleashed and uncollared must have been a day of which DOGGY HEAVEN must be made.
How could it *not* have been bliss?
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Wordless Wednesday – Shooting Stars Cover a Wyoming Hillside

Shooting stars cover a hillside in the Big Horn Mountains of Wyoming.
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WANTED: Hot Tub and Cold Margarita

Spent the day on the mountain fix fencing.
I’ve given you the details before.
I enjoy it.
The smells.
The scenery.
The company.
The bird songs.
But, boy, a hot tub would be a wonderful thing to own right now.
A cold margarita would be a nice top to the day as well.
I’m too tired to go make one… and I don’t have fresh limes anyway.
I’ll be lucky if my knuckles and shoulder aren’t hurting even more tomorrow… ah, well…
Nothing Advil won’t cure!
I mentioned my company…
Brandon and Victoria and 5 dogs were it… but the kids beat out the dogs for best photos of the day.
What do you think?
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