Sunday, May 31, 2009

Making Me Feel Old

One of the things I got to do while in Georgia was to connect with some of my former daycare children. I felt instant aging after seeing some of them.

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.
Jasmine Clements (below) was my very first daycare child and announced her engagement while I was down South. I helped raise her for four about four years until she started kindergarten. She will always remain my favorite because of her antics and her genuine love for me and my cooking. How blessed I've been by the children I have cared for.

Mom and Me - 2009

Simply put...I love my mom. I miss my mom. I've written about her on several occasions, but the visit home for the reunion was a different experience with Mom.

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

Great Granddaddy, James Edward Cattell (age 77); Daddy, Corey Franklin Preston (age 25); Grandma, Carol Weaver (age 56); and Derek Franklin Preston (age 15 mos.).

Family Reunion Pics of 2009

The cutest grandchild at the whole, entire family reunion!Ann Johnson - an unofficial family member and dear friend. She has known me since 1979 and loved on Corey since the day he was brought home from the hospital. She has attended every important event in mine and Corey's life. We love her!
The best looking couple at the reunion and proud grandparents of the cutest grandchild.
Second glance in case you missed the first picture of us.
Trying to get everyone to look at the camera at the same time. Like that's gonna work for 32 1/2 people! Take two...(kinda looks like one of those "what's different" cartoons in the paper doesn't it)?
One of my most favorite people and it's not just because of the chicken and dumplings.

A Little One on One With Great Grandparents


What a wonderful experience for Derek though he may never remember it. Here he has had the experience of spending some time with his great-grandparents.
I can only remember some of my grandparents and great grandparents though pictures.

Swimming With Daddy



On Saturday night of the family reunion, Corey decided to take Derek for a swim in Nancy and Donald's pool.

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

During the recent family reunion, Derek had the opportunity to play at his great grandparents house for the first time. He also had the chance to see lots of new cousins and extended family members.He discovered that he REALLY did enjoy playing with one of his cousins push toys and pushed it everywhere and anytime he got the chance.
Playing with cousin Sammie. (This reminds me of when Corey and Helen were this age).
Just a cutie shot!
Visiting with Aaron, Gretchen and Granddaddy.
Still pushing that toy around.
Karla Bryan with Elizabeth and Nikki.

Family Reunion 2009


Joe and I flew to Georgia on May 15th for our annual family reunion. It was really pretty strange returning after being gone for six months. We drove to Denver the night before so we could catch our early flight to Dallas and then on to Atlanta.

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

This morning Joe and I decided to do a little exploring, along with the furry kids. (They'd gotten a bath the day before). I made some sandwiches, added some pretzels, Joe's medicines, a dish for the dogs water, some juice and off we went. Well, we went by Wal-Mart first to pick up a few items i.e., a compass, a can of bug spray, a snake bit kit, etc. Then we stopped by an auto parts store to see if they had a better compass. They had a digital one to connect to your mirror, but you had to calibrate it first by driving around in a circle for 40 seconds. No that was fun as every time I tried to do the circle thing, someone would drive by and I'd have to stop and start all over again. We finally got the compass calibrated and headed off to parts unknown after getting a full tank of gas.

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

Today I was unable to visit with my mom to celebrate Mother's Day with her. No physical hug nor kiss on the cheek. No physical touch to show I love her. Yes, I spoke with her on the telephone today, but couldn't visit with her in person. It was a strained, yet lucid conversation with her. I feel as though time is slipping away for me and my mom. Maybe it's because I now live several hundred miles from her. Maybe it's because her mind is slowly becoming less sharp, less focused, less able to understand what I'm trying to say. It seems as though we don't really have conversations anymore. They are more like generic give and take you might have with an old neighbor you run into on occasion.

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

One of the places that Joe and I stopped by yesterday was a park in Casper which is located by the North Platte River. We decided to just sit down on the rocks and watch the water and the ducks go rolling by. Very relaxing!

Ft. Caspar

Yesterday we went exploring. Our first stop was to visit Fort Caspar which is located on the outskirts of Casper. When we drove up into the parking lot, we were greeted by a lone mule deer. It must be used to being around humans as it didn't go running away from us. However, it wouldn't let me get too close to it either.This was one of the official "greeters" at the museum.
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.

We're Being Invaded

On Friday, Joe and I were getting ready to do some errands when I glanced up our street and saw a small parade of mule deer. Since Joe hadn't seen them and I wanted a better close up view, we took off to find the deer. I thought they had probably walked to the alley behind our house - nope. Maybe the next street over - nope. So we drove back to our street where we found the deer six houses from ours just munching on the grass in the front yard. Who knows? Maybe our yard will be next!

Thursday, April 30, 2009

You Might Live In Wyoming If...

You live in Wyoming if...

  • A winter statistic: 98% OF AMERICANS SCREAM BEFORE GOING IN THE DITCH ON A SLIPPERY ROAD. THE OTHER 2% ARE FROM WYOMING AND THEY SAY, 'HOLD MY BEER AND WATCH THIS.'
  • You're from Wyoming if you'll eat ice cream in the winter.
  • When the weather report says it's going to be 65 degrees, you shave your legs and wear a skirt. (Won't share with you how many times I've shaved my leg in five months).
  • It snows 5 inches and you don't expect school to be canceled.
  • You'll wear flip flops every day of the year, regardless of temperature.
  • 'Humid' is over 25%.
  • Your sense of direction is: Toward the mountains and Away from the mountains.
  • You say 'the interstate' and everybody knows which one.
  • You think that May is a totally normal month for a blizzard.
  • You buy your flowers to set out on Mother's day, but try and hold off planting them until just before Father's day.
  • You grew up planning your Halloween costumes around your coat.
  • You know what the Continental Divide is. (We pass over it 3 times when going to visit the kids).
  • You've gone off-roading in a vehicle that was never intended for such activities. (I know this from experience in my Pontiac GS)
  • You always know the elevation of where you are.
  • You wake up to a beautiful, 80 degree day and you wonder if it's going to snow tomorrow.
  • A deer or antelope on your front porch or eating your grass doesn't bother you.
  • When people out East tell you they have mountains in their state too, you just laugh.
  • You go anywhere else on the planet and the air feels 'sticky' and you notice the sky is no longer blue.
  • Accepted transportation is a four-wheeler with a case of beer strapped on the back.
  • It's normal for people to go to Wal-Mart in their PJ's and houseshoes.
  • You leave your truck running to run into the store on cold days.
  • Parking between the yellow lines is optional.

This is all so true. That's what makes it so much fun to live here.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I went to the church tonight to help some of the Young Women cut out pattern pieces for bonnets and skirts they are making for a pioneer trek this summer. While there some of them came in eating waffle cones from TCBY. I found out they can be purchased for $1.00 every Wednesday night. So guess where I went before I home? You got it!!! I know my favorite new spot on Wednesday evenings if I need a waffle cone.

Also, after leaving the chapel, I passed and yard and there were 6 deer standing in this yard nibbling away at their grass. I guess that's a Wyoming lawmower? I just wonder how long the tulips would last that was also growing there.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Is It Monday Already?!?!?

Here it is another Monday. Where did the weekend go even though it was a three day weekend for me as it is every week? The alarm went off at 4:00 a.m. and I'd like to say I jumped out of bed, but it was more like a slither. There should be a law about people having to get up before 6:00 a.m. However, one of my first thoughts was - "Hey, it's only four more days until Thursday-Friday"! That put a real spring in my step on my way to the shower.

The normal routine for me is a quick shower with all the usual things like teeth brushing, hair brushing and drying and then dressing. Then always on Mondays it's loading up my large totebag with the things I will be dining on for the week. You see, there are no fastfood restaurants ANYWHERE around the oilfield. And, no one would be CRAZY enough to drive all the way out to us to make a delivery. So, you better bring your own vittles or you could starve and it's a VERY LONG day from 6:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. while at the field.

My department eats lunch together everyday at 11:30 and we are always happy to see that time come. From time to time someone will bring extras of a dish they made or was leftover. There usually are carrots and salads, heat em up, eat em up meals and usually NEVER something sweet since everyone is always dieting. (Yeah, right).

I enjoy my job. It's different everyday and I never know what I'll be doing. I certainly can't say I get bored. I'm learning new computer skills...Excel, Microsoft Project, etc. Who knows maybe I'll get smart one of these days.

The nicest part of my work days though is the drive to and from work. It is absolutely great to be chauffeured in a vehicle other than my own. I just ride! And, I only buy gas about every 4-5 weeks. Yes, weeks. I get to see beautiful full moons, extra starry skies, glorious sunrises and fantastic sunsets. I get to see antelope, deer, sheep, all kinds of birds, cows, etc. I've seen snow - blowing, slushy, powdery, glittery. I've seen the worse mud I've ever been in my life. I've been in wind that blew so hard it's almost blown me over and I can't begin to describe the cold!

What a lucky person I am. How blessed am I!

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Home For the Next Year

Friday was a great day for Joe and I. Our real estate agent and Leonard Landlord came to our home Friday morning to sign our lease which would end next month. Before traveling to Georgia, we wanted to get our lease renewed and got the chance to sign for 12 months rather than month to month. We felt that was the best way to lock us into a place to live, as well as the guarantee of no rental increase for the next month.

So, we'll still be living in our cute little house in Casper for at least the next year!

Friday Night Dinner Guests - April

Last Friday we had our standing monthly opportunity to feed the sisters and friends again. (Bottom: Sister Bennion from Idaho, Sister Good Bear from Arizona, Bob Bennion. Top: Joe and Bill Shiek) We had french toast, sausage patties and hashbrowns).

Surprise, Surprise!

Last Wednesday was "Professional Administrative Assistant Day" (used to be called "Secretary's Day"). During our 6:30 a.m. meeting, I was presented with potted yellow tulips. What a surprise for me! I was also given two different cards - one of which I really enjoyed. It labeled me as an "office diva", but a good one since it said I was highly efficient, organized, etc., etc.

These are updated pictures of my office after "living" in it for almost five months.



Sunday, April 19, 2009

Another Transition

Friday was another changing day for me. I finally went and got my Wyoming license plate and the car title changed from Georgia to here. I will admit that I teared up a bit when I realized that I am slowly being integrated into my new life. Don't get me wrong - that's not a bad thing. It just makes me realize that my ties to Georgia are becoming fewer and fewer...that the only thing holding me back there now is family and friends. My house is no longer my house. My life as I knew it back there is something that I can no longer return to as it no longer exists. There is nothing that I can have or need in Georgia any longer other than those close relationships.

The next closure for me will be when I turn in my Georgia driver's license and that will happen within the next few weeks. All it will take is $20 to mark the end of my former life.

(BTW...Casper's tag number is #1)

More Lamb Pictures

Steve and his family were taking home some of the lambs. However, they had to be given shots first. One of them was placed on my lap to hold while the shot was given. I don't know how the lamb felt, but I wasn't real crazy about being that close to a shot needle!Joe trying to round up another unsuspecting lamb.
Octavia and I trying to keep a beautiful face with the sun in our eyes.
Trina and her new puppy, Sierra - future sheep herding dog.