Monthly Archives: April 2011

Loves Lost

When a person gets old there is so much “past.”

I’ve always been a “future” kinda gal. My cowboy ( like the cattle, horses, and dogs he cares for) lives in the “present.” But last night I connected with part of my ” past” and today I mourn a lost love. I’m glad I have here to write and clarify in my own mind this ache in my heart. So I guess this post is really for me .

For many years I took my little girls and sometimes reluctant cowboy husband to worship at very small church in little village, the same village where my children went to school from Kindergarten to Grade 12. We lived in that area a long time, a long time ago.

Sunday the powers-that-be announced that the little church would be closed, the few remaining members moved to congregations in a bigger centre. Those of us that were close enough were invited to a little farewell potluck supper for the little yellow brick church. I and my youngest daughter and youngest grandson went. The notice was short and so many weren’t there.

It was a happy affair with so many hugs from old friends and remarkably grownup younger folks I had taught in that little church. There just aren’t words to express the depth of my feeling for the people there.

But it was the building itself that made me cry. There isn’t one square inch of it that doesn’t hold some precious, precious memory for me.  So these pictures won’t mean much to you, but they mean the world to me.

The lowly boot rack where I place tiny little boots for three of the cutest little girls.

The bench across from the boot rack in the mud room where you could sit the kids to put the boots back on when you left.

This was the little library that housed all the materials for the teachers, you see it here with some of the dearest-to-me people in it. I taught that tall young man, now with 3 children of his own and especially loved his mom and dad shown there, good, good people, not fancy but good to bone.

The kitchen, that often had to double as a classroom, as immaculate as ever, kept clean by whoever used it. And it was used often. The woman in centre makes the best buns in the whole world. My sensitive youngest daughter told me last night how special this lady was to her; how she always tried to make sure that shy little girl was alright. I remember being in a teacher’s (as in Sunday School teacher) meeting in the kitchen where the leader asked us to tell of our best accomplishment and one of the ladies said: “6 children in 8 years” and looking at her grown up children now (there are 8), she was right.

There was no real Chapel, just one big all-purpose room, here set up to feed the small crowd. It looks back to the blackboard in front of which I stood every school morning for 3 years and once a week for another year teaching early morning religion class to a group of 14 to 18 year olds (as many as 28 one year). I wanted them to see how tall Goliath actually was so I drew a picture on paper of the 9 foot tall man and in trying to stand on the piano bench to tape him up on the wall I fell before class, conked my head, and had to go to the emergency.

It was in that class room I taught a really special young man from another church who used to get up at 5 AM, deliver newspaper, then walk to this little church all the cold dark winter long (fall and spring too)to participate in my class in learning about the Old and New testament for two years. Our church’s kid were good to him.

We held parties, and exercise classes, cubs/scout meetings, youth activities, talent shows, even dances in that multi-purpose room. One time  they had a game where you were supposed to stand on one leg bend over and pick up a paper bag with your teeth. It was hard for everyone except my cowboy who had the rules carefully explained to him a second time before he stood on one leg, took out his dentures and easily picked up the bag with his teeth. I still remember the shocked looks and the laughter.

There was a small closet in the hall that people who had bought uplifting books and read them could then donate them and  we could all take them out and read them. My daughter said she remembered the paper on the shelf from when she was a little girl.

Here she is holding up the one toy she remembered playing with that was in the toy cupboard, Sesame Street.

I kind of wish my grandson could have grown up here being loved like his mother was. Kids played, toys were scattered, children loved by everyone not just tolerated.

Wierd, I know, but even the furnace room has happy memories. They have since changed it for the better but long ago there used to be a comfy rocker in there where you could quietly nurse your baby. The building really is very small.

Even this very doorknob into one of the small classrooms has a very special story, too special to even tell anyone, except my daughter who was went with me.

It was late when we left by my daughter wanted to do this one last thing and swing her son around and around on the front lawn of the church because she has swung so many of the younger kids there just like that.

I bet you thought when you read the title it would be about some old romantic involvement of mine and not about a building. But it is about love and I will dearly miss the thought of being able to go back to worship as I believe in that little old church that holds so much of my past.


I must be really into looking at art lately.

I love good wildlife pictures and I know this quiet, real nice fellow who is an avid hunter and fisherman that takes wonderful wildlife photography that can be made into t-shirts, hoodies, mouse pads, mugs, etc. at Check out his store here.

This is one of my favourites of something it is so hard to get a picture of, the common night hawk. They sit on fence boards or posts in the day and are so camouflaged sometimes you have to rub your eyes to see if you are really seeing what you are seeing. Funny little birds.


   I was in the western store the other day and saw this painted on an old cow bone. I’m proud to say the artist is a friend of mine. I personally have a preference for long horn cattle, like we used have, but Herefords are my second pick. Around here the folks that raise them seem to be the ones that have been in the cattle business the longest, salt of the earth types (I’m not sure what us long horn preferers are . .  a little wild maybe)


Some days it’s good to stay home, especially when it’s iffy getting around and getting stuck is a real possibility. I learned that last year after walking the 3 miles back to the yard. (Read here to see how much I learned from last year)

This way I was home when my cowboy got stuck while fixing fence I was able to drive out to the pasture and pull him out. And got a big kiss for my trouble (after which I patted my own back for having the sense to stay home).

And So It Begins

So life is begining again after a long winter. My cowboy is out fixing fence, part of the 96 miles of fence and cross fence. It’s more a mess this year with all the snow breaking bottom wires and elk breaking the top wires.

I laughed when I saw this; cows are such itchy things and this obviously is a favorite place to scratch their itchiness.

There is still snow piles in the buffalo berry bushes and on the north side of little hollows all over. The land is bare of cattle: it always seems so lonely without the cows.

The neighbors inukshuk or whatever it was lost his head over the winter.

There’s still a bunch of snow in the yard. I shudder to think how much dog poop I’ll have to be cleaning up after it all melts.



Ian Zoerb’s Clinic

You all know what a good farrier I think  Ian is. Well the good news is  that he is having a clinic scheduled for May 6,7,8.

Friday evening would be good for any horse folks, regardless of discipline or level of knowledge. Saturday and Sunday are for those wanting a little more hands on knowledge and will involve trimming live horses. You could learn so much about anatomy and conformation and actually see it first hand.

Check it out here for the full details.

Small Things

Isn’t it funny how small things can make a person so happy?

Just one lone Meadow Lark singing it’s little heart out, outside my office window totally made my day.

No Stopping Spring Now

What a lovely Sunday, I talked on the phone to my cousin and her husband that live in Wales today. I’ve seen a robin, the geese are honking overhead, and I heard a bird singing outside my bedroom window this morning.

I can see something besides snow even though it snowed yesterday. The sun has too much power and things are going to melt even though Narnia’s ice queen has been trying to take over.

The drifts will take time to melt. This is in front of the gate that goes West into what we call the Middle field, about 4000 acre field or pasture.

My cowboy is 6 foot tall so you can see how tall the drifts are, and that’s after they have been melting some.

I always think of us as having no cows but we actually bought a couple this year plus a couple of late last years calves we fed through this horrible winter. And if you look really close at the cow way off in the distance, you will see someone who had a birthday today. He or she is only minutes old. Born on the snow and already up getting a belly full of warm milk. I love birthdays!