George and Me. One of us was smart . . . and the other has her hair in curlers. I never was a particularly timid child. In fact, if one...

Bare Blue Stringam Both of my parents served in the 4-H calf club in our community. This duty included attendance at the club's annu...

Mom, third from left, and five of her eight brothers. Her 'baby sister' Roy, alias Rosie, is far left. Another selection from my...

Blair. Getting a haircut. And shave. By Mom, the barber. The calving field (aka: the tree field), was a quarter of a mile from the ranc...

Irrigation. So simple, a child could do it. The Stringam Ranch sits in a bend of the south fork of the Milk River. In the driest par...

My Blair Little Brother The words conjure up so many pictures . . . A little boy, playing with his father's boots. Riding King Pranc...

 Then  My big brother, George and I are two years and four days apart. When I was born, he wasn't quite ready to have a younger...

My elder siblings. Before they were elder. I was witnessing a miracle. My brother, George, was on a horse. Voluntarily. The pro...