There is fierce language regarding any reproduction – so – http://www.cowboypoetry.com/christmas07one.htm Empty Saddles at Christmas speaks of cowboys off to war. I like the line describing a white Christmas that shows up at dawn.
“The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, … Continue reading →
Our older son called me just before Father’s Day last spring to tell me of a gift he wants to give me in appreciation of my efforts to preserve the mailboxes and old barns of my life. He recently bought a new camera with … Continue reading →
My grandparents and thousands of others just like them left Denmark in the 1890s, having served and worked, walked and loved. They had learned lessons around kitchen tables, kilns, and fishing boats. Many were fishermen and tradesmen leaving home because … Continue reading →
When Thomas Jefferson was asked to write the Declaration of Independence in late June 1776, he did so in just a few days. The document we know isn’t terribly long, but the draft he delivered to the Second Continental Congress … Continue reading →
Our summers were usually dry and seldom offered enough rain to keep things green beyond July 1. There was one–just one summer in which there was enough rain that the water did stand deep enough and long enough in the roadside ditches to support a … Continue reading →
Terry, Montana is 160 miles south of where our farm was. The site where Terry is located was first called Joubert’s Landing, in recognition of the man who built a supply point along the Yellowstone River for freighters traveling from Bismarck, Dakota Territory, to Miles City, Montana … Continue reading →
Sunday Mar 28 Dear Rosebud, Today I just beat it right home, because I wanted to spend this Sunday afternoon all alone. I guess it is good to be alone and do a little thinking sometimes. Have just had my … Continue reading →
Dad with his horses in the early 1920s My brother wrote this monograph about the family horses, including some more personal memories. Much of what he describes was well before my time, literally, as he was seventeen years old when … Continue reading →
It’s been three years since I began working on family stories, putting my memories into word pictures primarily so that our sons would “know how Mom grew up.” About a year ago, friends who had the opportunity to read some … Continue reading →
Our hay wasn’t seriously good hay. We knew by our early teens that real hay fields, like those in southern Montana, would easily put our hay to shame; but it was the only hay we had and when someone said, … Continue reading →
We could barely go to a church function without brushing shoulders with the cemetery, set hard by the church building as it was, right there in the churchyard, just near where we played Pom Pom Pull Away during Vacation Bible … Continue reading →
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I have long agreed with God’s definitions, descriptions and proposals about humility, and have evidence of that agreement in something I wrote on September 13, 1983: Humility that’s asked by you, O Christ of Galilee, is that which faces you … Continue reading →
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Psalm 62:5-7 My soul, wait silently for God alone, for my expectation is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation; He is my defense; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory; the … Continue reading →
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Compassion is not the same as comfort If we do not understand this, we may find ourselves comfortless and not understand why. We may try to comfort others and not understand why they are not comforted. There may be things … Continue reading →
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Faithfulness, obedience and courage in a context of peace and contentment is, in fact, the will of God. That does not mean that my faith walk will be dull, predictable and fossilized, but I must not be deceived into living as though constant stress, crisis, fear, … Continue reading →
I’m suffering a learning curve with regard to images, as you can see. They all disappeared and left cute little red x’s in their place. Will clean it up and correct asap, of course, and will probably not post anything … Continue reading →
David was a musical sheepherder from a dysfunctional family He had a wife who mocked him, a son who wanted to kill him, a baby who died because of him, a … Continue reading →