Johnny has loaned me a box of old letters, and I’m just beginning to sift through the crispy paper decoratively topped by the fading ink of fountain pens and three cent stamps. My eye was caught by this stationery from the Plains Hotel in Cheyenne. Who wouldn’t want to write on this? And then frame…
Tag: Throwback Thursday
#TBT :The Beginning
The twins, Frank, on the left, and Fred, on the right, settled with their older siblings and parents on Spring Creek, south of Ten Sleep, Wyoming. Thus began the story of Greet Ranch. This photo was taken “about 1895”. I played with the intensity and light a bit, revealing even in more detail, the sunlight…
#TBT: Christmas Card
I posted this last year, too… but it’s so stinking cute!!!
#TBT: Winter Herefords
A snapshot of days gone by… wintery scene with Herefords in our field. No date. (No idea whose hand that is either!)
#TBT: Young Daddy
With the possibility of some acupuncture in Lucas’ future now that the Good Doctor’s partner is certified for it, I thought I’d revisit Lucas’ one and only session way back in 2009. The video is here if you’d like to see it. The next post caught my eye, and I just had to share a…
#TBT: Homestead Photo
No Date, No Names, No Location
#TBT: Six
Happy sixth birthday to Quinlan!!! It’s flown by so fast… and you’ve brought so much joy to all of us in these past six years!
#TBT: Sex in the Country, Revisited
So, it’s been quiet and just “different” without Dally around. As her Guard Dog position warranted, she was Number One Barker to alert me when anyone drove by… even Brandon… six times a day… Lucas and Eden are MUCH quieter without her. You think you see her… running along the fence… sneaking behind the couch…
#TBT: A Load
This is quite the load of hay… No date.
#TBT: Old House
A relative posted this the other day, and at first glance, I assumed it was the old house on our place. But things don’t work out… the porch is wrong, did the garden go all the way to the creek?… or am I just looking at this all wrong??? Someone help me figure this out! …
#TBT: Where Were You?
July 20, 1969 My dad called me in from playing outside. I whined pitifully, preferring to hulahoop, or play some game with my friends, or something Very Important to my ten year old self. “Get in here, now! Someday you’ll be happy to tell your grandkids you watched the first man walk on the moon!”…