Quonset and nearly completed house. There's a garden in that yard somewhere! I thought I would have so much time for various projec...

More of the story, as told by my Mom, Enes. From her journals . . . Part One . Part Two . Part Three . Part Four . It takes a great deal of...

Coldest summer on record - and no heat! In the summer of 1968, my parents sold our home ranch out on the south fork of the Milk River, a...

Yep. We were living in the feed lot. In the summer of 1968, my parents sold our home ranch out on the south fork of the Milk River, and ...

In the summer of 1968, my parents sold our home ranch out on the south fork of the Milk River, and bought another place nearer to town. Ther...

Everything Under Construction In the summer of 1968, my parents sold our home ranch out on the south fork of the Milk River, and bought ...

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...

My Mom. Doing what she did best! Pie. That king of treats. The amazing union of lightly browned and flaky crust and yummy filling. And t...

Me and Golly Gee. And yes, that is a band aid on my nose. Sexy! I learned two things that summer. 1.       Barbed wire gates are trick...

Oh sure, she looks clean now . . . I've decided that ranching is not 'clean' work. I had been herdsman for my Dad for seve...

Delores of The Feathered Nest has chosen me for the 7X7 Links. This is so exciting! Here's how it works . . . You go through your past ...

Me. Far right, second row. Renee, directly behind me. One of us was perfectly dressed. It wasn't me. I'm a horrible person. I ...

The ranch house. Warm. Comfortable. A little too welcoming. It was night. And my dog, Cheetah, was barking. Something she did a lot. At ...

My rocketship. Occasionally, when Mom got tired of driving twenty miles of dirt roads for everything, my parents would move the family t...