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Monday, November 5, 2012

Photo Challenge Day 3

So I'm a day or two off... but this post is supposed to be "scary". I didn't do a great job getting prepared last week while it was Halloween, but I have something even scarier.

Two Words:

Basement Refrigerator





I cleaned it today, and man was it ever SCARY! Somehow some zucchini fritters left over from either book club or Scott's birthday got left in there, pushed way to the back as well as some leftover chicken from around harvest time I think. Suffice it to say that I broke out the clorox spray, and now things are once again UP TO SNUFF!!!

Friday, November 2, 2012

Photo Challenge Day 2

Today, I was supposed to take a picture of something handed down to me from my parents. I thought of lots of things.... my wiry, curly hair, complements of my dad, my cooking and baking skills, from my mom. Scott suggested my Bible, which was given to me in my twenties from my parents.
 
But then I remembered something in the bottom drawer of my nightstand:
 
 
My Spurs
 
 
 
 
I grew up on a ranch, about 80 miles north of where I live right now, as the crow flies. My parents and my aunt and uncle lived on our ranch that my grandparents and great-grandparents lived on. Originally my great-grandpa Brem Barrett lived right down on the north side of the Missouri river, north and east of Mosby, but west of Skibby's bottom. During the New Deal in the 1930s, the original ranch was in the way of the newly constructed Fort Peck Reservoir. The family's land was taken by the federal government, just like many farmers and ranchers along the river on both sides.
 
 
 
One of the coolest things about where I grew up was the fact that the famous Long X Ranch from Texas which established itself in 1902 was down south of our house. The remnants of the barns and the bunkhouses were still in decent shape when I was little. At one point, the Long X Ranch had over 7000 head of cattle that they ran from the mouth of the Fourchette Bay all the way up to the Fort Belknap Indian Reservation. It too had been relocated after the flooded river bottoms forced it to, and by the 30s, the Montana branch of the Texas ranch was out of business.  
 
 
My Great-grandpa Brem Barrett and Charlie Stuart, member of the Long X Crew
 
 
Brem and his family, wife and 6 daughters, moved north about 15 miles to the place where my dad and uncle were raised, as well as my siblings and my cousins. We were raised horseback, and spent many hours gathering cattle down on what is part of the CMR wildlife refuge. When I was really young, our cattle were down almost on the river at times. I remember seeing herds of over 100 bull elk, and 300 cow/calf elk while we moved cows. Along the creeks and meadows we could always find remnants of homesteads where the original families either droughted out, or were bought out by larger land owners.
 
I spent lots of time daydreaming on the back of my horse. I learned to whistle with my fingers while I was horseback. I would think about how the Indians used to ride across the land we were on... when I was really little, I would bounce along with Bill, my fat little white pony and keep my eyes peeled toward the hills and rough country to see if they were watching us. I think I read too many books... I learned how to figure things out from very sketchy instructions: head for that gate over there.... And by keeping my eye on my dad in his blue coat and sorrel horse in one direction and my uncle in his red coat and white horse in the other, I could figure out the general direction we were going. I'd look at the fence line and watch the posts until I could make out a gate, and then followed the herd that way. It was easier to "use my head" than to poke along in the wrong direction and get called a "hammerhead" later on.
 
As I got older, my dad always used to say he'd rather have my sister Terri and I as his hired hands than anyone else. We knew what to do, where to go, and we'd get things done right the first time. It was when I was in jr. high that my dad gave me spurs. They weren't just any spurs, they were the spurs of my Grandma Gladys, daughter of Brem, whom I had never met. My dad was just 16 when both of his parents were killed in a collision when they were driving their pick-up and crossed the railroad tracks west of Malta, thinking they were clear because of the blinding sun. Interestingly enough, three of my grandma's sisters married south-siders, all from the Jordan area. My great-aunt Clara married Charlie Pierson, my great-aunt Shirley married John Ryan, and my great-aunt Ethel married Phil Fellman.

Like most women of her generation and region, Grandma Gladys was quite the hand, and she wore the spurs when she was working with her dad and her husband. It was a pretty cool thing that my dad let me wear them. I used them all through high school and through college when I would come home to help. I used them the summer I worked on a dude ranch in college too.

Nowadays, they don't get much use as we don't use horses around here. Maybe someday I can pass them along to Allison if she finally talks her daddy into getting her the horse she wants so badly. Regardless, they are a neat family heirloom, and it's pretty cool to look back and think about their history.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Photo Challenge, Day 1

Don't have a heart attack! I have been long inactive on the blog scene... lots going on, and not lots of profound ideas to write about are the reasons why. But my good friend The Farmer's Wife convinced me to come up with 30 days of a photo challenge for her, and then she sent me one and asked me if I was up for it... After considering thinking about it, I decided that I should maybe commit to it. Then she pinned me down, and so here I am.

The first challenge was to find things that resembled the letters in my first name throughout the day. So here they are:



 
 





You might have to squint and move your head funny, but there they are: T-r-A-C-I.

Phew. Day one is done! I'll try again tomorrow!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Glasscocks in Action

So we've been busy. Here's what we've been up to:

Adam played football this year... Washington Middle School Broncos. He's a very tall 7th grader!










Alli playing dress-up... something she does on a regular basis. She also turned 5! on November 10th.



Haley, beautiful, with her dad at Winter Formal. Did I say beautiful?



Ben in the Cohagen School Christmas play. He's having a great year with a great new teacher. He's been lucky to have two great teachers whom he adores!

The family on a little jaunt up to Scott and Vonnie's playhouse on Christmas Eve. Little did I know I needed my mountain climbing gear for our outing! Then we played on some sandrocks. The wind was blowing about 30 miles an hour that day.






Adam's birthday... he turned 14 on December 31st.

Haley's playing basketball for the Miles City Cowgirls JV team this year. She's improved a whole lot, and we are all learning things in bball this year, parents included!
Adam is also busy playing bbal at the middle school. He's having a great season too. We've been spending lots of time in the gym...Ben and Alli have been bringing Lego guys and Littlest Pet Shop pets to keep themselves entertained. They get along pretty well, even though I'm sure they are bored sometimes. They have been troopers!

Once again on the 28th of January, we celebrated at the Caledonian Robert Burns Celebration. Fun was had by all and the pipers did an outstanding job!





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