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