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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Jumpin' June Activities
Week one: More undetermined exploring in and around the county.
Week two: The kids are coming to visit us. Weather permitting, we have plans to watch a Pony Express Reenactment near our home and then travel to Kaycee, WY. My girlfriend, Trina, lives there with all her animals which I think Derek would enjoy seeing. Kaycee also is the Hole-In-The Wall where Butch Cassidy hid, the place where the Johnson County Cattle War took place, Bozeman Trail wagon ruts, and old west museum, Indian art rock caves, Crazy Woman Battlefield, etc., etc. This is all about 45 minutes from the house.
Week three: It's the National College Rodeo Finals with bull-riding. Yee haw!!!
Week four: We'll be attending a free presentation at Ft. Caspar about women homesteaders on Wednesday. On Saturday it's the Sheepherder's Fair in Powder River and a visit to Hell's Half Acre.
Whew and whee. June sounds fun, huh? And then it's off to Utah to following long weekend to visit with the kids in their new country home for some fun visiting. We will even be taking the furry kids along and I know they'll be excited.
Aunt Ruth and David Came To Visit
On Wednesday, Joe called to tell me that they would be at our home about the time I would be arriving home. First thought: great! Second thought: Boy, am I glad the house was clean and ready for company.
We went out to dinner that evening at one of our new favorite places - Johnny J's - and had a great time. Afterwards, we went on a tour of Casper in town and downtown and then we went to the top of Casper Mountain. (Picture taken at Johnny J's in front of an old yellow roadster and the restaurant manager, Josh).
There was a temperature drop of 22 degrees from our home to the top of the mountain and the weather was perfect for viewing Casper below. On our way to the top, we encountered a small herd of mule deer standing by the side of the road. This provided a great photo op for Aunt Ruth. I turned the car off and animals and humans stared at each other, while other deer came and joined the others - even crossing the road in front of us.
We also drove past several snowbeds and then turned off onto a side road where Aunt Ruth and David commenced to make snowballs and throw them at each other.
They then spent the night in their RV in the front of our home and left the following morning much to our dismay. We hope they will come back and visit again and we'll also be ready for our next guests.
The Trip Home To Wyoming
As far as the carry on, I had researched with TSA would and would not allow and felt quite confident with our contents. The contents:
- two-three lbs. of green peanuts for boiling;
- one lb. of fresh Georgia peaches;
- 30 pieces of freshly fried, frozen Church's fried chicken;
- 12-13 lbs. of fresh, frozen baby catfish;
- 4 lbs. of frozen fordhooks; and
- 12 frozen Krystal Burgers.
Included in the checked baggage were gifts for my co-workers as well as:
- Sonny's Sweet Barbeque Sauce;
- One jar of Jerry Walker's honey;
- One Southern cookbook with Shirley Alexander's cheese bisquit recipe;
- Two boxes of Moon Pies (one chocolate and one banana);
- 3 cans of RC cola (that's all I could fit in);
- Two bags of Agrirama stoneground cornmeal;
- One bag of Agrirama stoneground grits (couldn't fit the other bag in);
- 75 small bags of Georgia roasted peanuts for the co-workers in the oilfield; and
- other items I can't remember.
The flight went well until after we'd left Dallas when we encountered bad weather outside of Denver. The pilot was forced to turn the plane around and we were diverted to Colorado Springs, CO where we sat for almost 4 hours on the plane.
These pictures show the fun we were having (ha, ha). Joe having fun on the plane. (Yeah, right).
Some of My Friends
Making Me Feel Old
In the first picture is Tiana Tompkins (L) and Brooke Weeks (R). Unfortunately, Tiana had the reputation of biting the other children - every day. Thank goodness she is no longer biting. Brooke is an only child and came dressed to daycare everyday like a little princess. She loved everything I cooked, but refused to eat for her parents.
Mom and Me - 2009
It was so indescribably different hugging and kissing her. She looked so much thinner and weaker than when I last saw her. I had concerns about how lucid and conversational she would be with me. I had prayed that I would be able to enjoy my visit with her and know that she and I still connected. My prayers were answered. I know my mother loves me. She told me she has really missed me. She said she wished she was able to come and visit with me and see where I now lived. It was the things she said to me and the unspoken words as well.
The worse part about leaving her and Dad was knowing that it might possibly be the last time I would ever see them alive. Though a horrible thought, I know there is the reality of it. We are all getting older and only our Heavenly Father knows what is in store for us.
The Traditional Four Generation Picture
Family Reunion Pics of 2009
A Little One on One With Great Grandparents
Swimming With Daddy
I ask you...do you think Derek enjoyed it? Might the water have been a little cold for him? You decide.
I do recall though when Corey was younger and we had a pool, he would stay in it saying "he wasn't cold". It didn't matter that his lips were blue and his teeth chattering. Children must have tougher skin or less sense than adults.
Here in Wyoming, I doubt that the water will EVER be warm enough for me to EVER go swimming in some lake!
Derek Playing At Grandmother and Granddaddy's House
Family Reunion 2009
It was a very uneventful flight and we had no problems with our car rental either. We did stop in Perry, however, and eat at our favorite Chinese restaurant - Hong Kong Buffet.
Then it was on to Mom and Dad's home and see them. I cannot begin to express how wonderful it was seeing them again. (More about that later).
We then left and went to spend the next few days with Ann Johnson at her home. She was our friend and neighbor who lives behind our old home. We spent many a late night catching up on everything.
Throughout the course of the week, we had the opportunity to visit with many friends and family. There was always an underlying knowledge of knowing that we might never see some of them again.
The reunion on Sunday was nice - getting to visit with family and eating the food - especially Aunt Rachel's chicken and dumplings!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Exploring 5/30 - Natrona County
I had found out about some pioneer sites on the Internet that was considered "local" so we decided to try and find the sites. About 10 miles from Casper is a shallow pass though a ridge known as Emigrant Gap Ridge. This was the beginning of the pioneers gradual ascent up and over the Continental Divide. It gives you a grand, sweeping view and is marked by an interpretive panel. It's located on a gravel road that turned my black car white with the road dust.
Then we tried to follow directions to go to another sight to see wagon ruts, but ran up on private land and had to turn around. We did find some wagon ruts further down the road as the picture below shows starting at the upper right hand side and winding around to the left bottom part of the picture.One of our stops today was at Bessemer Bend which was the last fording site of the North Platte River on the Oregon/Mormon trail. This was the river the emigrants had followed for hundreds of miles which turned south and became impassable. Toll ferries and bridges downstream were built, but people including the handcart companies who did not want to pay tolls, used Bessemer Bend as a low-water crossing. While there, Blaze decided she wanted to check out the river and jumped in! This is a nice place to have a picnic and fish and just enjoy the river setting. On the way home, we discovered a road named "Goose Egg Road". We decided to explore it simply because of the name. That's when we discovered the Red Buttes which we could see from Bessemer Bend and are a bright brick red color. They also have interesting looking ridges.
A four hour battle took place here in 1865 when a supply train led by Army troops was attacked by a large group of Indians. Only three soldiers survived and made it back to the fort.
So, a fun day was had by all, including the furry kids. (BTW...we live in Natrona County).
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Reflections on Mother's Day 2009
This is the woman who was my traveling companion for many years. There were the trips to Canada, Pennsylvania, Washington, DC, Utah and all over the southeast, She was my partner in crime. We would stay up all night long sometimes watching movies I'd rented from the video store. Or there were the days we would work the craft shows and flea markets peddling things we'd made. Who needed a best girlfriend when I had my mom? There was also the all day matinees catching up on the latest movies. When Christmas came around there were the shopping excursions that lasted until the wee hours of the morning. The trips have now stopped with the last one being taken to visit with her newest grandchild - Derek - many months ago. Though the trip was difficult for me because of the extra time and effort to care for her, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
My mom was always there for me. I never lacked for anything from her. There were always the clean clothes, the home I could always be proud of, there was the never-ending support of words of encouragement or a shoulder to cry on or the stroking of my hair. And, God have mercy when a fellow did me wrong! That person could be blacklisted by her forever. She always stood in my corner.
My mom was always full of energy and don't ever dare her to do something unless you wanted it done. She was savvy, smart, resourceful, mischievous, caring and loving. Though she is still very much with us, life is slowly changing her and many things that she was, no longer is.
I really missed my mom today. It's been many years since I've not been with her on Mother's Day. Although I will get to see her in just a very few days, I have been harboring a great fear. When will the time come that my mother no longer knows who I am? How long will she know that I am her firstborn child? How long will I be able to have telephone conversations with her? I suffer pangs of guilt and heartache from time to time knowing that I am not there to share time with her.
So on this Mother's Day I want her to know that although I'm not with her in body, I am in spirit. I love her with all my heart and am grateful that she is my mother, my role model, my friend. What a wonderful example she's been in my life.
I can only hope that my own child will love me half as much as I love my mom. If so, then life as a mother has been well worth it all. I love you Mom!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Down By The Lazy River
Ft. Caspar
Joe getting a drink from the old well.
Joe and the beautiful Casper mountains in the back.
The area where Platte Bridge Station was located had been the site of various more or less temporary Armyencampments over a period of years before the establishment of the fort, or "station" itself. The fort was located on the south side of the North Platte, near the western edge of present-day Casper, at one several local points where the Emigrant Trail crossed from the south side to the north side of the river.
In 1847, during the first Mormon wagon train to present-day Utah, Brigham Young commissioned a ferry at the site for later emigrants. The ferry consisted of cottonwood dugout canoes and planking for a deck, with two oars and a rudder. On June 19, Brigham Young named nine men to remain to operate the ferry while the remainder of the party continued the journey westward. A group of Mormons returned to the site each summer between 1847 and 1852 to operate the ferry. The ferry was moved to a different spot on the North Platte in North Casper in 1849. It was eventually replaced with a rope-and-pulley system that could make the crossing in five minutes.
In the following years, trader John Baptiste Richard established a trading post several miles downriver of the crossing. The U.S. Army established its first presence in the area in 1855, erecting Fort Clay near Richard's trading post. In 1859, when the site was part of the Nebraska Territory, Louis Guinard built a competing bridge at the trading post, called the Platte Bridge Station, at the site of the old Mormon Ferry crossing. From 1860–1861, the Pony Express operated a station at the site.
By the middle 1860s, the increasing presence of emigrants and other white settlers in the region began to cause friction with the Lakota and Cheyenne. In response, and partly to protect the new telegraph line, the United States Army in 1861 began increasing its deployment of troops in the region, sending a detachment to guard Guinard's bridge. Many of these troops, who created a series of "stations" along the Oregon trail, were from various state units raised during the Civil War originally with that war in mind. In 1862 the Army purchased the Guinard's Platte Bridge station.
In July 1865, partly in response to the Sand Creek Massacre the previous November in Colorado, a party of several thousand Cheyenne and Lakota, surrounded Platte Bridge Station and demonstrated a hostile intent against it. Knowing that an eastern bound Army wagon train was due to come in, the officers of the post discussed attempting to relieve the post and drive off the Cheyenne and Sioux warriors, so that the wagon train could come safely in. Lt. Caspar Collins of the 11th Ohio Cavalry volunteered to lead the effort, with the troops involved in it being State cavalrymen from the 11th Ohio and 11th Kansas Cavalry. Amongst the Indian combats sometimes claimed as being present were the famous chief Red Cloud and a young Crazy Horse, although verification of the Indians present has not proven to be possible. Collin's command crossed the Platte Bridge into the present day town of Mills, Wyoming and attacked into the hills, where they were quickly repulsed and retreated back across it.
Collins and three other soldiers were killed during the battle, with Collins death sometimes being attributed to a spooked horse charging into the Indian combatants, and other accounts claiming he went back to rescue a wounded man. One of the other soldiers killed in the battle was killed due to being dismounted and losing his horse, and thereby being left with no means of escaping the advancing Sioux and Cheyenne. The Sioux and Cheyenne, while victorious, were prevented from crossing Platte Bridge into the fort due it being guarded on the south side by a mountain howitzer. The battle became known as the Battle of Platte Bridge Station. The Army officially renamed the post Fort Casper to honor Collins, using his first name of Caspar since an existing post in Colorado was already called Fort Collins, after Collins' father. In response to the attacks, the Army established a permanent garrison of 100 troops at the site.
The wagon train itself, commanded by a Sgt. Custard, was attacked the same day, with the soldiers attached to it being completely overrun, and only a few of them surviving. That battle became known as the Battle of Red Buttes.
The fort was abandoned two years later in August, 1867, with the garrison moved to Fort Fetterman at Douglas, Wyoming.