Bring Me Joy…
Moments In Time…
Make Me Smile…
Happy Tucker Girl…
Our Sweet Never Dull Life…
Grabbing My Camera…
And Smiling…Yup…Thats Simple Me:)
Riding Through Life One Horse At A Time…Courage Is Being Scared To Death But Saddling Up Anyway!
21 Sep 2016 17 Comments
Bring Me Joy…
Moments In Time…
Make Me Smile…
Happy Tucker Girl…
Our Sweet Never Dull Life…
Grabbing My Camera…
And Smiling…Yup…Thats Simple Me:)
20 Feb 2015 39 Comments
“Time Has Come Today” drifts in and out of my mind as I fall into a time warp…I’m listening to music that wrapped itself around my life and my heart during my high school years…Gloria…The Rapper…Wild Thing…Time Has Come Today…tunes that take me back to old times…and old memories.
I’m not sure why I am writing about the 1960’s and 1970’s…the words tumble out as I write and the memories come back fresh as new. I was an impressionable cowgirl at heart, who loved her parents, loved her horses, loved her family and loved her country, during a time in life when our world was in turmoil.
America was at war in a foreign land called Vietnam and yet also with itself in many ways. It was a time of fear, rage, war, confusion and changes that had never occurred on American soil in our lifetime…it was a crazy time in American History to grow up in, as the world was upside down…life was precarious and America was changed forever.
American youth did not know what to make of going to war, let alone a draft number. If your draft number was chosen, it was ultimately scary as you had no choice but to go…we could not vote but we were sent to fight a war in a foreign land that we did not understand. We could shoot and kill the enemy…only to be shot down ourselves with enemy fire…coming home…dead in a box…none of us understood what war hell was and we did not know what to do.
Many of us, like myself, supported my parents generation and World War II, I had heard the stories and seen the reels of American war history play out in US history classes. I had uncles who fought in Normandy as well as D Day and Pearl Harbor…and I knew friends and cousins who either enlisted to go to Vietnam or had their number called in the draft to go to war.
Growing up in a very small community…I went to a small school that included all 12 grades with the same 8-12 kids in my class…we were close as our small classes felt more like family, and some were as I had cousins in every grade when I was in school, all the way through! My class it seemed had the luck of the draw, as we found ourselves smack dab in the middle of the 1960’s.
We began High School in 1967…we had hopes, dreams and plans for our future. Our biggest fear was Freshman Initiation…and that was a very scary deal! Our initiation lasted for a week…my Junior initiator, (eventually became my boyfriend, he was lucky as we did not have many boys to choose from), chose for me to be King Kong (did I say real lucky) on the first day which entailed having brown grease paint smeared on my face and on every part of my skin that showed…I had to wear a dark brown sweatshirt with dark brown tights…and they put gunk in my long red hair! It was a crazy week as each day was different…one of the days we had to roll a jelly bean across the floor during noon hour blind folded so the entire high school could watch us! The last night, which was Friday night, we were blind folded and one at a time we had a dozen eggs cracked over our heads in front of the entire student body and faculty…as the night wore on after the eggs, we had to crawl around outside on the grass and be blasted with cold water…it was part of tradition…it was part of the deal!
Life was intense back then, but we stood together as a nation, one nation under God, indivisible with justice and liberty for all. We had Vietnam and rebelling against society…I was a rebel without a clue, and I was not very good at that thing called rebelling. I did not know anything, except that life was changing. I knew there was a horrible war overseas that we had never heard of called “Vietnam”…and we could not vote in an American election until we were 21 years old. Many young men and women went to “Nam”and did not come home…and I wondered, “Why can’t we vote?”
As I walked in the door after school each day, I heard David Brinkley and Walter Cronkite reporting how many casualties we had in Vietnam today…how many young American men and women died…showing graphic images of war that was very real…and terrorizing! Our American youth were dying in a foreign country and we could not vote in America until we were 21 years old…yet we could be drafted to fight in a war we had never heard of. It scared me as I knew some of those who enlisted or were drafted…it was incomprehensible in my mind that so many young Americans were being killed. As the daily TV news reported and played the photo journalists video with their daily shots of the life and war…we saw deeply traumatizing photos of people, children and old people fleeing the war while being shot down…nightly news was war hell and it gripped your heart deeply.
I was safely locked up on a cattle ranch….(thankfully) for my own good! I listened to Wolfman Jack if I could pick him up at night…we did not have electricity or running water…we had one portable AM transistor radio that could pick up stuff at night sometimes…(we did not have FM back then or satellite)…I can still hear it crackling, fading in and out. And if I couldn’t get Wolfman that night, then Dad had Ira Blue coming in and out all night…and Mom lived between her 16-year-old daughter who now fashioned herself as a cowgirl hippie and her husband who was John Wayne and keeping an eye on his only daughter with a grrrrrr!
I did not turn against my country and I never turned against my parents or my family. Mom and Dad and I could always talk even if we were all a bit perturbed…we did not yell at each other…we would not talk until we cooled down and then we would talk and seek to resolve the problem. I am sure that the late 1960’s and 1970’s put my parents to the test at times with all my questions. I am a seeker as I want to know everything, the facts and the why, what, when and where or explore the hows and whys in order to find a solution…and ultimately understand the reasons.
America had subtle signs back in the 1960’s and early 1970’s…but no one thought America would turn on itself
We lived through President John Fitzgerald Kennedy being assassinated, I was in grade school and his public death was the first time I saw death. I worried why this happened…as America is safe right? But our President was shot in cold blood so how could America be safe? Our nation grieved deeply…we were a nation in deep mourning and shock.
We cried when we saw a young first lady with her young children mourn the loss of their husband and father…we as a nation could not make much sense of how it all happened…but we as a nation stood tightly together…we knew we were now on a new road.
Vice President Lyndon Johnson took President Kennedy’s place, as our nation was thrown into turmoil…he became our President during one of the most confusing times in history…riots, war hell, American lives taken and America itself was at war with it itself…nothing was sacred anymore!
Five years later, the shocking assassination of Martin Luther King on April 4th, 1968…I was with my boyfriend at the time and we both heard it at school as we walked to the library after school…I was working on a historical debate! We were shocked…another assassination…and why? During my debate the next week, I spoke out as we grieved another loss of life…and two months later Robert Francis Kennedy was shot dead June 6th, 1968…he had visited our small town a month earlier and enjoyed breakfast with locals that I knew. I had followed him in my government class and I was supporting him.
On June 6th I was spending the night with girl friends, school was out and we were celebrating…my freshman year was behind me, and I was about to ditch my glasses as I was getting contact lens…whoo-hoo!
It was close to midnight when we heard their Mom let out a sound that was not right…we ran to see what was wrong and stood speechless as we watched RFK being shot down and the life and hope go out of him. He was a family man with kids…this cannot be happening again…no way…is nothing sacred anymore? And Vietnam raged on as now America was at war with itself!
President Johnson tried to do right, but gave up after 5 years in office in 1968…and we elected a new president.
President Richard Nixon took office as Johnson headed home to Texas. Nixon was a family man who was respectful…he wanted to end the Vietnam war, bringing home our troops…and from the get go, he sought to do just that.
Nixon began withdrawing troops out of North and South Vietnam. America had a glimmer of hope and then…Kent State riots and shootings happened on May 4th, 1970…it was the end of my Junior year in high school. Mr. Keller who taught our government class, found a small black and white television for us to watch the riots and history, live, unfolding before our eyes. Four students lost their lives that day at Kent State, two of which were not involved in the riots…when the shooting stopped, many more students lay injured.
In 1973 Nixon signed the Paris Peace Accords, which basically ended US involvement in the Vietnam war and the protests in America came to a formal end. However, the memories of Vietnam and Kent State echo in American culture and U.S. society…and they yet echo in my mind and my heart.
As peace was slowly restored to our nation, something called Watergate was in the news for months…wire tapping and spying…what is that and what is happening…it sounds like a Mission Impossible episode! “What did you say? Nixon is in on it too, as well as his cabinet and top aides? Water what?” Sounds bad…and yes it was.
President Richard Nixon resigned August 8th, 1974…I was nine months pregnant at cow camp in the mountains, with Dad’s black and white TV hooked up to antennas on top of trees and up on top of mountains so we could watch the world news.
I remember holding my bulging belly watching as Nixon resigned and I thought “WHAT?!” A month later on September 8th, 1974, President Gerald Ford pardoned Nixon…and I delivered a son.
Life was not rosy in the 1960’s and 1970’s, but America still had dignity and respect…morals and values…with civility…honor and regard for our fellow-man. We grew up being taught to value and respect our parents and elders…even if you had to go scream in a pillow! And, yes I did that too, all of us did back then! We were taught to honor the lives of our elders and parents with value and respect for the sacrifices they made for us…and that is why young people who “could not vote” went to Vietnam to fight for our country…to fight with dignity and honor for America…to fight for us!
America as I knew it, evolved into our present America…which is nothing like it was when I grew up in the 1950’s – 1970’s. It saddens my heart as I know we can never go back to the good old days. Life has changed and the world we once knew is now American History…and those of us who are still here…well, we try to remember the good times and the bad times…with dignity and respect for the price our fellow Americans paid for us to live…and to be free…and we move on.
I hope that the United States brings back American History and American Government to our schools…we have had several young employees who have never heard of Pearl Harbor. It makes me ill and sickened that our youth today are not being taught the old ways…the ways that bring gratitude, respect and appreciation for those who went before us…those that paid the price for our lives, giving us freedom and respect. My parents taught me, if you choose it, it is your choice and you will suffer the good or the bad…you made your choice, go lie in your bed. Yep…that was how I was taught and learned from my parents and from my aunts and uncles…that is an honorable life…and we honor our history and our heritage with respect, honor, love, civility and love….
Do I support our troops….you bet….Amen! I respect those who fight for our freedom and stand firmly for America!
I will forever stand with our troops and with God for America. I am a 100% born in America American and I will fight for our lives…I will stand firmly!
30 Nov 2014 74 Comments
in Grief, Hot Rod Cowgirl, Minnie Mouse, Nylablue, Wild Bill Tags: Cats, Grief, Hot Rod Cowgirl, Life, Lifestyles, Minnie, Minnie Mouse, Nylablue, Nylablue & Mingflower' Z Purrfect Pad, Photography, the Rainbow Bridge, Wild Bill
I’ll Love You Forever, I’ll Like You For Always, My Baby You’ll Always Be, Oh My Minnie Mouse…My Sweet Forever Kitty Girl!
It has been a very tough few weeks here…I’m sorry to be so long in writing new blog posts…I hope I have not lost any of you that usually read the blog…I have lots of new photos and lots to tell you in future blogs…however, for the last several days, words escape me and tears come easily…you’ll see why.
I have very SAD news, our Minnie Mouse crossed the Rainbow Bridge, slipping peacefully into Heaven, last Monday, November 24th…a week ago tomorrow. I was so not ready to loose her. The last week of her life her health began to slowly fail, and by the end of the weekend, I knew something was not right as her back paws were swollen. Minnie’s vet examined her Monday and found that Minnie was in Congestive Heart Failure or CHF…it was such a shock as Minnie had always been so healthy and we did not see it coming at all.
I have cried buckets since Monday…my words are yet stuck…it has been a wordless week for me. Even so I am trying to write memories of Minnie and also her memorial as with almost 20 years together, I have many good stories to share with you about the pure love of a very special kitty, my beautiful Minnie, who will forever be the kitty of my heart!
My good friend, Sherri-Ellen also lost her beautiful kitty girl Nylablue (photo above) on November 22, a week ago yesterday…it has been a mighty rough week for us both as Minnie and Nylablue became best friends during this last year. When Sherri-Ellen learned that Minnie had crossed the Rainbow Bridge, she did a memorial blog about Minnie, despite her own grief, it was so very sweet of her and much appreciated. I have heard from many fellow bloggers the last few days that left their condolences for Minnie and I…and I thank you, your caring words have hugged my heart…I am not alone in my heartbroken grief. I will answer each of you very soon…
I urge anyone reading this to hop over to Sherri-Ellen’s blog and leave her your condolences/thoughts on loosing Nylablue, (Nylablue had beautiful blue eyes and was so pretty) it has been very hard for Sherri-Ellen…loosing our precious kitty girls hurts deeply as they are part of our family and become a huge part of our hearts/lives, we miss them dearly. Sherri-Ellen’s link below will take you to her blog, you can read her memorial to Minnie Mouse and also hear more about her sweet kitty girl Nylablue.
Sherri-Ellen is an amazing kitty Mom with tons of love and she loved Nylablue so much!
Last Friday as I was writing to Sherri-Ellen to thank her for Minnie’s memorial and the many comments I had received…we had a very short rain shower and when I looked out I saw a double rainbow!!! A double rainbow as one for Minnie and one for Nylablue. I tried to capture the two rainbows but the second one did not show very well…you can see it faintly behind the prominent rainbow to the left of the photo…I felt like Minnie and Nylablue were letting us know they crossed the Rainbow Bridge together as best friends and they were happy…it was a beautiful sight to see! To the naked eye, both rainbows were vivid and quite bright…the second rainbow seemed to shadow the first rainbow.
The above photo was taken last summer of Minnie in our yard, (she loved exploring the yard as she lived inside our house)…she was 19.6 years old this month and would have turned 20 years old, on Mother’s Day, May 10th, 2015.
Minnie came to live with us in 1995…the owner could not find a home for her and asked if I would take her and of course I said yes! She was maybe 5 weeks old…and I became her “Forever Mommy.”
When I saw her precious little green eyes peeking out of the hay…and then her little striped head popped out and baby Minnie greeted me with the sweetest mews-mews…our eyes met and I knew she was my special girl…my forever kitty girl.
Tears are running again…I miss Minnie so much!
God Bless You Minnie Mouse!
“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, Your Mommy I’ll be!” “That means eternity my Sweet Minnie Girl.”
When God says I’m done here, I’ll see you in Heaven…Summerland…Across The Rainbow Bridge, My Baby Kitty Girl!
“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, Your Mommy I’ll be!”
HRCG is over and out for now…
04 Aug 2014 26 Comments
Calling Sky Pilot…Weather Alert…Weather Alert…Calling Sky Pilot…Come In Please?
This post is about weather and clouds as we have had very unusual weather here the last few years and some of it has been extreme. This is for my cloud loving subscribers…enjoy and enjoy…as these are only the tip of the iceberg!
The photo above of the clouds was going over the house and my head…I stepped off the patio to shoot it. Kind of a WOWSERS to look up and see this or any of the storms!
This storm showed up around 1:00pm on an afternoon in June with several individual storms….some were dropping…some were rotating and most were quite ominous!
And then there is this…amazing to see thunder heads and clouds of this size with all the varied colors…odd beauty on camera!
I have to include my twist and shout clouds too!
And the rumple bumple clouds…
Uh…welllll…this formation was interesting?
And God came in with His paint brush and fluffed…then stroked the clouds a bit
With Kingdom light and a lot of might!
And with that said God Night…remember He always has the night shift:)
Yee-Ha! Today is the 3rd Anniversary for HRCG!
Thank you to my subscribers and followers….from the ever present writer and newbie photographer who sends you much thankfulness and appreciation for your support!
01 Apr 2014 36 Comments
Age is an issue of mind over matter…if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter!
Age does not blow me away too much…even so I have begun a new decade of my life on planet earth.
I was 59 years of age last year in this photo.
And this year I turned 60…WHAT? Oh come on…no way I am still in my early 40’s!
While age has never bothered me…this particular year has me facing the fact that time is passing by…even though I still feel young, time is of the essence.
Each decade of my life has been an adventure of learning significant life lessons…and lessons are one of the very best parts of life…we can glean the wisdom and grow in a positive way or not grow… I choose grow!
Turning 60 has given me a clear view of life…which has helped me let go of old hopes and dreams, as I realize that they will never come true. Instead of grief, I have found a great peace and freedom as I let them go. I’m making good changes in my life while getting rid of old baggage and old things I do not need anymore…it has set me free emotionally and mentally while increasing my energy in a positive way.
My new decade is one of reinventing myself, while learning new things, as I explore life in an open and creative way.
WB and I are writing a new chapter together, while embarking on new adventures a head!
Being older gives you the ability to not sweat the small stuff…Life Is Good!
Older Gals and Older Guys Rule!
Now let me see, I forgot where I put my horse:)
Have A Wonderful Week!
30 Mar 2014 7 Comments
Word Of God Speak” By Mercy Me
(If you have this song, be sure to play it with the photos)
13 Feb 2014 32 Comments
The first breath of Spring is elusive here in Juniper and yet, can it be?
Is it Spring? I felt her brush my cheek tonight as I stood outside taking pictures without a coat or shoes…I saw magic time colors…grabbed my camera and out the door I went…lucky we have a nice patio that accommodates feet with or without socks!
When we went to bed Saturday night, the snow was beginning to drift and blow…
And when we woke up Sunday morning,
We had drifts blocking various roads and doors…and fun photography shots!
However, some of us were getting a bit perturbed…ok darn right cranky!
Bitchy, Grumpy and Sweet Melody…aw my Mel, you are so sweet!
By the time we went to bed Sunday night…the great thaw had begun!
Spring is coming…hang on…tell Groundhog Phil he needs a new gig!
Over and out from HRCG and Minnie, the cat who knows where it’s at!