Golden Carmel Colors Of Fall…

Golden Carmel Colors Of Fall…Fall Softly On The Land…


As the early dawn light slowly creeps through my window,


Waking me with a soft amber glow…


God is painting the day for me:) Incredibly beautiful!


The surreal light lasts throughout my day…as do the colors of fall.


With the days being shorter…time passes blink fast!


Night moves begins…full of swoopy clouds with golden colors fading into blues, pinks, oranges…and a beautiful sunset!


And as the world turns…


The sun yawns and goes to bed…


And as we follow the sun…we too yawn and decide Mr. Sun has a good idea:)


With that said…HRCG along with Wild Bill, Ellie and Tucker in the background are over and out!

Have a blessed weekend wherever you are!

Remembering My Dad…

Remembering my Dad!


I’m a bit late in posting this, as I was nursing WB last September with his recovery from surgery a few days before the article below was in our local paper…read the 50 Years Ago in the Days Gone By below.


50 years ago may seem like a long time ago but, vivid memories rush back to me of Round Up and my Dad!

Dad's 50th

Dad was the President of the Round Up when he turned 50 on September 17, 1964 during the second day of the rodeo…and he was pleasantly surprised with a birthday cake in the picture above.


He loved Round Up week as it was the one week a year he took for his vacation from the cattle ranch…


Dad was inducted into the Hall Of Fame in 1990…he was known by the cowboys as the “Cowboy President”…


Dad lived with a fused knee or stiff leg from a football injury during his senior year of high school…they didn’t have penicillin back then. Instead he was in a body/leg cast for a year in a hospital in Portland, OR. Without penicillin, they operated on his leg several times that year to literally scrape the infection off his leg bone.


He lived his entire life with sepsis knowing it could flare up unexpectedly anytime. Mom gave him penicillin shots to stop the infection…but often he ended up in the hospital, where he fought it like a pro football player that was MAD! Dad wanted to live his life fully with Mom and I, he fought hard for that!


Dad on my mare Lottie in 1986, he was Grand Marshall of the Westward Ho parade. I spent the summer riding Lottie every night out into the hills around the ranch with the serape you see on Lottie’s hind end. We ran and loped with that serape flapping on her flanks for months…didn’t want any spooks on parade day!

Mom and Dad Cook Shack Juniper T

Dad never ever complained to me about his life…I never realized he was handicapped with his leg until I was in my 30’s…he did everything in life…riding for cows in mountainous country…roping calves, swinging down off his horse and moving as fast as he could in local rodeos…he was my hero…Mom was my second hero!

Dad and I Herding Cattle

I grew up riding behind Dad in the mountains…I can still see his right elbow on his hip riding along with me behind him…


He was focused on the cows but he always kept an eye on me to be sure I was safe. In time I was trusted with going off and gathering on my own. But Dad knew where and what and how long it should take me. Our summer cattle range was 25,000 mountainous acres.


Dad, in his element…on his mare Gypsy in the Pendleton Round Up arena.


And me in my element with the life I grew up in and still love today!


Dad was the real deal…I thought of him as John Wayne, he did things with honor and with truth…he worked hard in his life, not allowing his leg to get in the way…he taught me to be tough, by never giving up!


Family honor and family respect…being honest, no lies was the only way to live life in Dad’s book…and forever seeking the best for others and not yourself.


When Dad stepped into heaven on October 9, 1997…I saddled up in “Dad’s” saddle a few days later…

And rode out into Dad’s homeland…


I am thankful for all that my Dad taught me…


With life and wisdom…

 I miss you forever and love you for always Dad…and I will always be your cowgirl daughter:)


Let ‘er Buck Pendleton!

“Fall” Fell Fast Upon Juniper Canyon!

“Fall” fell fast upon Juniper Canyon…


We went from a HOT 100 degrees a week ago to a low of 38 degrees last night…our weather has been weird and crazy the last few years…and this was a blessed but crazy weather event!


A half-inch of rain fell overnight…and a half-inch of rain is a glorious blessing!


Ellie and I did the happy dance…


Of course the wind blew all day…causing some dust to blow…


But…we got rain! It was incredibly peaceful hearing it on the roof last night lulling us to sleep…and waking up today seeing rain puddles outside:)


Yep we are care takers of the land and we love seeing it watered with heaven’s glory and grace…


And the fires in Oregon had a mix of God’s grace with snow and rain but mostly snow…it helped huge:)


Fall is in the air and Melody is smiling! Click on the picture and you will see her smiles:)


I hope for more fall rains to come…with raindrops falling on my head:)


May you be blessed this week…with glorious rains and glorious life…and lots of smiles:)


HRCG over and out for now…but never for long:)


Holy Cowz!


Hot N Crazy Daze Have Descended Upon Juniper Canyon!


Along with dust storms without wind. Its eyrie when the dust begins to rise without the wind!


Creepy unusual clouds above my head…


Almost makes you feel like you are in the Outer Limits or the Twilight Zone!


Kaaaa-Boom the thunder and lightning began. I was over feeding Melody and saw the strike hit…


The first fire of the season was born with winds blowing in our direction…we live about 10 miles from here if we drive the road but across country it is only 5-6 miles with lots of wheat fields in between.


Our neighbors and community jumped into action and thankfully no one was hurt, no homes were lost and the fire was out! Sadly they lost several hundred acres of wheat.


Scary times here as we have been declared a drought county…


Last night it was 73 degrees at 11:30…that is hot for us this time of year…


We have hit above 100 degrees most of the month of June…with a week straight of 110 plus degrees!


Stay tuned with Ellie and I on the dusty trail of life:)


Tonight as I close we are under another fire weather warning…

Fire Weather Warning
Statement as of 1:55 PM PDT on July 09, 2015
... Red flag warning remains in effect this evening
for thunderstorms producing abundant lightning and gusty outflow
winds for Oregon fire weather zone 641... 

* affected area... fire weather zone or 641... lower Columbia Basin 
  of Oregon. 

* Timing... most of the lightning activity will occur between 3 PM
  and 8 PM.

* Lightning activity... 3... possibly 4.

* Precipitation... some storms will bring heavy rain with 
  amounts up to one half of an inch possible. 

* Impacts... any fires that develop will have the potential to 
  spread rapidly.

Precautionary/preparedness actions... 

A red flag warning means that critical fire weather conditions
are either occurring now... or will shortly. A combination of
strong winds... low relative humidity... and warm temperatures can
contribute to extreme fire behavior.


I came across this a long time ago and it hits the nail on the head for people who blame their problems and mistakes on their family or on their parents or on the man in the moon. They blame every problem they have on someone else, unfortunately until they quit telling lies and using manipulations, until they admit their wrongs and look only to themselves, they are a lost cause. I know people that are very good at lying, really good and they roll along sucking people into their lies. They believe their lies so much they create a false truth and will defend their lies at any cost to you or anyone else.  I agree with this poster…Hallelujah and Amen!

Remembering Our Loved Ones….

As the golden river of life gently flows on…


Family history is a living breathing life that is passed on one generation to another…often filled with colorful memories and traditions of family heritage.

America The Beautiful!

Memorial Weekend is a time of gratitude for those who fought to protect our freedom and to protect our American life.


It’s a time of reflection…a time to honor those who went before us, who made our life better with hard work and sacrifice.


The last few years I began sorting boxes and memories of almost a hundred years stored in our home…each box took me back, like a historical time machine.


When I was 34, Mom gave me a big box of letters written by her parents when they were courting in the late 1890’s. Writing was the only way they had to stay in touch and that is what they did. Their letters and love notes are full of young love, sweet tender words that speak to your heart…priceless. I hope to put them into a book someday, as they tell of a time in America we could not imagine…and they share a sweet story of love.


Our house was built by my Norwegian Grandfather for his mother, my Great Grandmother Anne Marie, who was still living in Norway. The house is what I call a typical craftsman farm house built in 1920 and a mansion then,  as it has about 3800′.


I have always loved living here…the old house to me is a peaceful sanctuary…it speaks deeply to my heart of family honor and love. I have been asked many times what is it like to live in the house you grew up in?

Marcy and Prince 19573

For one thing, after WB and I were married and living here, I knew exactly where to put things:) I can predict the weather and tell you what the sky means…I know the neighbors by their exhaust…and I cherish every memory that I carry from growing up here with my parents…and moving here with my husband WB…and we are yet making “our” memories:)


When we pulled the carpet up off the old wood floors, there was worn stenciling on the floors…the foot paths were very evident and I could see and feel where my ancestors walked!


 I spent a few weeks on my hind end scooting along the floors, pulling the carpet nails out before we refinished it, with a box of kleenex and lots of tears. It was profound to know that your family, walked right there!


This is home to me…a small place on this vast earth where I walk in the footprints of those who went before me…this is home.


I give thanks to God for my family and especially my Great Grandmother, my Grandparents and my parents…my family and my heritage.


May you be blessed with good memories and good stuff this Memorial Day!


HRCG is over and out with Ellie and WB!

Life Decades…Life Dreams…Life Goes On.

Life decades…life dreams…life…life goes on.


I suppose wisdom is good with age…I like the wisdom but not thrilled about the age.

Dad and I Herding Cattle

I miss the old days of life…sitting a saddle everyday on a horse, looking and gathering cattle…doing what I know, that is as natural as breathing to me.


Feeling mother nature on my face as she bathes me with her skies, and the beauty all around me…full of God’s glory.


And the smell of a horse under you…together we are a team…hearts are joined.


A quick summer shower that was enough to cool you off and the warmth of the sun above on my face…


And the cattle…mooing…snapping brush and twigs as they try to out maneuver you…softly mooing for their babies as the dogs nip a few heels…the herd bellows a bit while moving out with you and your horse.


I miss cowgirling… I miss the long days in the saddle and the short nights before you got up and did it all over again.


I miss the mountain smells of pines, different grasses that drifts in the breeze…the smell of horses and cows…the sound of the creek gurgling on a hot afternoon…and the smell of mud as mountain mud is different…I loved the mountains…I loved the smells and the sounds of living on a cattle ranch.


I loved the isolation…the hard work we did together…the incredible scenery…and cowboying with my hubby…we were hauling water to cows on a warm summer night in this photo.


Never a dull moment as each day brought new adventures…


You never knew from day-to-day what you would see and experience!


At day’s end, once you tucked yourself into bed snug as a bug, drifting off to sleep,


Snapshots of life would roam through your head as you dreamed of tomorrow’s life on a cattle ranch.


Wishing You A Fun Funny Friday Full Of Fantastically Fabulous Follies!

Misty Memories Of Mom

Misty memories of my Mom came to me this late afternoon.


I had been in the office all day and as I walked into the kitchen, the view outside my window was full of magic time and late afternoon fog drifting, eddying around the sagebrush across the road towards the creek…and it hit me…all of a sudden I was a young girl getting home from school on the school bus…climbing down the stairs of the bus, I turned and said “Have a good evening Red”…yes my bus driver had red hair and he was called Red by all the locals.


As I looked towards the house, I could see a golden glow of warmth emanating from within. I knew Mom was cooking something special for dinner and she probably had something good for an after school treat!


Mom loved to cook and always had snacks, and good stuff…I hurried up the steps as Mom opened the front door saying “Oh Honey, let me help you with that school bag”…she often had a dress on with her apron and a welcoming hug and smile.


I could smell something sweet and divine…homemade chocolate cake for dinner desert and warm chocolate chip cookies for my snack…all made with Mom’s love:)  She usually had our beef in the oven…my favorite was her roast beef with potatoes, gravy and fruit salad! Mom was a loving wife and always a very classy lady. This photo was taken in town at my Grandma’s house on Easter…we had to do photo ops and I wanted to go hunt Easter eggs with my cousins by the dang dozen! I was being a stinker too…and I remember a swift swat on the patoot!


Mom’s life was Dad and me…along with a few cattle dogs, lots of cows and several horses…she taught me so much about marriage by example and living life in a small community. In this photo we had been busy with the photographer all day taking photos of us as my Dad was President of the Pendleton Round Up…he was very deserving and truly the “Cowboy’s President” and we were excited for him and his recognition…but we were all tired!


Once I had explained all the details of my day at school including the bus trip home, I settled in front of the TV and ate my cookies while watching Flicka or Fury or Sky King…now it is my camera that settles me…I love grabbing shots to share:)

Me and Red 1958

And all was well in a simple country girl’s life growing up:)


Have a Wonderfully Wild Weird Wednesday! HRCG Over And Out But…I’m On A Roll With My Camera…I Might Catch Ya! Click Click Click!

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