Comfort At The Ranch Pen

I was born into a family with a lot of aunts on my mother’s side–eleven, counting my uncles’ wives–and yesterday, the family gathered to lay another one of them in the ground. She was a good’un and while she was in her eighties and ready to go, my sense of the ridiculous that powers most of my blog posts has deserted me today.

Therefore, I’m going to post this piece of scripture the preacher read at the funeral service yesterday. It’s from the first letter to the Thessalonians and I hope it comforts y’all like it does me.

 But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.

For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.

 For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep.

For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:

Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.

Wherefore comfort one another with these words.

Pawnee Bill Rodeo At The Ranch Pen On Wordless Wednesday

Einstein getting ready to rodeo-

The rodeo queen and the two "pick up" men starting the grand entry

The rodeo queen and the two “pick up” men starting the grand entry

The grand entry. Not all are competitors, but all are involved with horses somehow

The grand entry. Not all are competitors, but all are involved with horses somehow

These ladies' flags said "God Bless America"

These ladies’ flags said “God Bless America”

Some of the littlest cowpokes

Some of the littlest cowpokes

The rodeo announcer and one of the "pick up" men

The rodeo announcer mounted at right and one of the “pick up” men (he rides beside the cowboys to pick them up instead of them having to jump off the rough stock–if they last the eight second ride)

This really was Tater's first rodeo

This really was Tater’s first rodeo

Kevman in his new hat

Kevman in his new hat

Kids twelve and under line up to chase calves to pull the ribbon off their tales for a prize.

Kids twelve and under line up for the calf scramble–whichever kids pull the ribbons off those calves’ tails win the prizes.

The calf scramble. Kids twelve and under chase calves to pull the ribbon off their tales for a prize.

The calf scramble.

Old Glory. May she never lose her meaning

Old Glory. May she never lose her meaning

 

 

A Trip To A Rural Burger Joint On Almost Wordless Wednesday

IMG_0011Cheese-like food product–a crime against real cheese everywhere

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Walls full of pithy sayings

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And, finally, the picture that caused Gramps to hurt himself laughing, but which is also a serious crime against tired women everywhere who inadvertently sit down beneath that sign

(And, yes…bad as I hate to admit it, that is ol’ Danni resting her eyes at the end of a long day)

 Until next time, God bless all y’all and…grouches of the world let us unite! If we try hard enough we can wake up and find a way to make canned cheese taste even worse than it already does. While we are contacting our local yellowish plastics company for help, enjoy The Johnson Mountain Boys with Alison Kraus doing a song about an old cowperson called Let Me Rest.

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*These artists don’t necessarily endorse the blog, but I love ’em anyway.

Farm Woman Repairs At The Ranch Pen On Wordless Wednesday

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A couple wraps of grey tape and we’re good for another year. No need to thank me, Mailman

A Young Mama At The Ranch Pen On Wordless Wednesday

I have a soft spot for very young mothers–having been there and done that–and when Gramps and I were checking the cows he bought at the livestock auction the other day, this little cow and her baby kinda melted my heart.

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Western Art At The Ranch Pen On Almost Wordless Wednesday

The End of the Trail by James Earle Fraser

The End of the Trail
James Earle Fraser (1876-1953)
Plaster (approximately 17′ x 14′ x 5′)
National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum,
Oklahoma City

Over the weekend, Gramps and I drove to Oklahoma City where in our countrified way we sought to better our minds with some culture at the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum.

Canyon Princess by Gerald Balciar

Canyon Princess by Gerald Balciar. She is 15′ tall and carved from Colorado marble, weighing over eight tons

The two sculptures above are worth the visit, but we happened to stumble into the cowboy museum while the Walter Ufer exhibit was featured and I’m happy we did.

A lot of Walter Ufer’s paintings feature pueblo people of the southwest in the early part of the last century, particularly around Taos, New Mexico.

Taos Indian and Pack Horse by Walter Ufer

Taos Indian and Pack Horse by Walter Ufer

Taos Women by Walter Ufer

Taos Women by Walter Ufer

As a horse person, I naturally like his paintings that include horses. And he captures the lights, shadows and colors of the desert southwest so well.

Late Afternoon by Walter Ufer

Late Afternoon by Walter Ufer

I’ll leave everyone to draw their own conclusions about this, but he seemed to be quite fond of…well…himself. He painted a number of self-portraits.

Walter Ufer by Walter Ufer

Walter Ufer by Walter Ufer

Then we entered the Allan Houser and his students collection of Native American art. Allan Houser was an Apache and an amazing sculptor and painter.

Smoke Signal by Allan Houser

Smoke Signal by Allan Houser

Then we moved on to the permanent art collection which features my favorite painting by artist Tom Lovell.

Target Practice by Tom Lovell

Target Practice by Tom Lovell

And another favorite by Wilson Hurley of the Grand Canyon. (I am not entirely sure of the title on this painting, so I apologize if I didn’t get it right.)

The Grand Canyon--face of Creation by Wilson Hurley

The Grand Canyon–Face of Creation by Wilson Hurley

Then we entered the Prix De West gallery which is full of the most amazing western art known to man.

Grand Canyon--Kaibab Trail by Clark Hulings

Grand Canyon–Kaibab Trail by Clark Hulings

(One of the best times in my whole life-span was spent riding mules into the Grand Canyon for two days, so when an artist captures that breath-taking view with paint, I am in awe. I don’t believe in reincarnation, but if I did, I would want to come back as an ol’ gal tough enough to pack mules up and down the Kaibab trail every day. Absolutely amazing.)

Spring's Caprice by Curt Walters

Spring’s Caprice by Curt Walters

What unbelievable talent.

Then finally, one of my top ten favorite western artists, Tim Cox. He’s never painted anything I didn’t love.

On To Better Pastures by Tim Cox

On To Better Pastures by Tim Cox

(We are in a severe drought situation and all our pastures are short. Gramps said, “Wow. That looks like pretty good pasture to me.”)

Well, that concludes the tour. Hope you enjoyed. Until next time, God bless all y’all.