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Friends forgotten for awhile…
The past likes to creep up on you, some good some bad memories. It’s always there in your mind. Someplace in a cupboard you don’t usually open or have forgotten in a box buried in the garage or the attic covered with dust, but always there. Someone, someplace you have not thought of in years and all of a sudden it pops up.
read moreHurry, hurry, hurry, oops too late…
I was always in a hurry it seemed.
Always trying to catch up or do things that should have been done yesterday.
My Dad said I always worked like I was killing snakes, I said I had good teachers.
One particular day I was in a big hurry and needed to clean out my pickup so I could…
read morePete the babysitter..
My first trip to the Bitterroot Mountains to hunt was when I was 6 or 7. My Dad took us along with our 22 rifles and our enthusiasm.
He of course wanted to hunt with his pals and anyone who ever hunted elk in the High Country knows you don’t take two little boys in the wilderness with you. So what to do?,,,
Remembering… I “member that”…
When I think about my early life and how to describe it I’m reminded of my daughter when she was small, if you asked her if she remembered something she would reply ” I member that”. Well I like to “member that” too. The sights and sounds of my early years are…
read moreHigh, Wide, and Handsome
They went “High, Wide and Handsome” was something my Dad always said when someone got a pocketful of” Getus” (money) and went to town presumably to spend the “Getus” buying a new Stetson, boots, cowboy shirt, haircut, maybe a bath and possibility buying drinks for the whole bar called “Timber”. This would also apply to…
read moreThe Last Duck Hunt
When I was about 11 or 12 I knew I was a mighty hunter. I had shot deer, rabbits, sage hens, Hungarian pheasants and rattlesnakes. I had hunted geese from a pit and now decided I was going to conquer duck hunting…
read moreYou better follow da Rules…
Another aspect of growing up on the ol’ Prairie without indoor plumbing was the use of the Slop Pail , Slop Jar, or the Slop Bucket. This pail, jar, or bucket was kept in the kitchen of the farm for night time emergencies….
read moreHarvest awhile ago..
Harvest time is very stressful for all concerned. Your whole year as a farmer depends on the Harvest. This is true now, but when my folks were farming in the late 40’s thru the 1960’s it was especially stressful. The yields and the prices were never that much and they couldn’t afford insurance to shield them from loss of a crop. My Dad hardly ever slept more than…
read moreGrandpa Crites Absent but there
Both my Grandpa’s were dead by the time I was born. I never knew either one of them. My Mom’s Dad was Grandpa Light. Floyd Light or Bud to his family and friends. Now there is another story for another time.. Yes I said Bud Light, long before the beer brand. The story today is about my other Grandpa Jonathan Robert Crites or Jont…
read moreA Lifetime of Sports
When I was young we had 3 channels on our TV. There were two from Great Falls, Montana and one from Lethbridge, Alberta. I grew up watching hockey, baseball and NBA Basketball. I grew up dreaming of one day kicking Wilt’s butt in the NBA. I went to bed with a basketball and played every waking moment. I grew up very, very competitive. I look at my children and they too are that way, Big Surprise. Both my parents were that way. My Mom wanted to win badly even at Rummy. I quit playing with her at an early age. My youngest Casey used to...
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