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Posted by Montana Slim on Aug 31, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

After yet another move and the job or unpacking boxes, putting stuff away, and hunting “where the hell is that” goes on.

Then comes the task of hanging pictures and putting nick-knacks and books away.. Today we decided finally where our old parlor mirror should go and…

My Great Uncle John…

Posted by Montana Slim on Feb 5, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

One of my favorite things to do when I was growing up was to listen to my Dad tell me about his uncle John.

John Dumdai was my Grandma’s Brother. His exploits filled my youth and he was always larger than life to me.

If you do something, do it well..

Posted by Montana Slim on Jan 10, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

I can’t remember exactly when I discovered in an old metal chest the basketball uniform. It was made of wool and it was orange with black numbers…

Always Music

Posted by Montana Slim on Dec 11, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

Always there was music, always.

Junk Yard Dog or Don’t Bring Back More than You Take…

Posted by Montana Slim on Nov 30, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

It all started many years ago when I was pretty young.

There were always junk piles, garbage dumps and wrecked cars scattered around our neck of the woods…

The Demise of Delilah

Posted by Montana Slim on Jun 26, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

Delilah was her name-she was an ugly faded orange ’55 2nd generation Chevy 1/2 ton pick-up…

What did you say? HUH?

Posted by Montana Slim on Jun 10, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

I have written a little about my Grandma Light before, but one of her characteristics that really stood out was she was really hard of hearing. She refused to use her hearing aids, didn’t put them in or just didn’t buy batteries…

Growing up quickly

Posted by Montana Slim on Feb 23, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

When I look at my little Grandchildren, I think back when I was just a little older than they are right now…

Another Pig Tale..

Posted by Montana Slim on Jan 12, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

My friend Billy in Alabama says he loves a good pig story and so do I.

I worked on the old Railroad for 30 some years and one early morning at around 4am in the switch shanty the conversation went like this: Teddy C. my engineer says:

“Do any of you smart Rails know anything about castrating pigs?”

A Very Cold Day

Posted by Montana Slim on Dec 19, 2015 in Blog | 0 comments

One of my fondest memories with my two younger sons happened a bitterly cold, snowy day. We had a free day to do anything we wanted together, which was a rare occasion. There was always work, mother railroad was always calling me away or these two boys had a sport to practice or a game to play. When neither one of those things were happening there was always school for the two of them. But this day we could all go someplace together. It was freezing cold with the north wind blowing, but…