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My name is Linda Brown. I live on a farm on the western slope of Colorado, in the high mountain desert. I’ve lived here all my life, hailing back four generations on my father’s side. Today I blog about our farm, the everyday activities that keep the farm going. I also write about my thoughts and dreams and goals. On Friday’s I always write about TLC Cai-Cai. Our sweet kitty who helps keep the farm safe. And Boo Berry Betty, a breeder dog learning to be a Farm Dog! The lovely thing about blogging it opens the world up for all of us to reach out and meet people from many different cultures and different ways of life. You can find me every day (but Saturday) at https://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com/ Your Friend on a Western Colorado Farm, Linda Brown

Delta’s Model Block Guest Article by Jim Wetzel Museum Curator—February 24, 2014

DELTA’S MODEL BLOCK

Researched by Jim Wetzel

The model block in Delta consists of an entire city block bounded by Fourth and Fifth Streets and Grand and Howard Streets. The block was developed by the Stockham brothers and Millard Fairlamb beginning about April 1907. With 32 city lots in the block, the original plan was to build 16 single family homes, mostly identical. At some point, the plan was altered, and only 13 identical houses were built, all one-story, along with another four two-story houses at each of the four corners. However, only three of the two-story houses were built, and two of them were on Fourth Street, with the third at the Grand Ave / Fifth Street corner. Only ten of the thirteen one-story homes were identical – or nearly so. In the ensuing 100 years or so, modifications have been made to most of them, so that it is difficult to see the “similarities” of their original construction. In the center of the alley running north-south through the center of the block was a fountain. It was the only alley in Delta that was named – called Fountain Street.

A sidewalk surrounding the block used to contain a section describing the origin of the project. Placed at the alley entrance on Fourth Street, it read: THIS BLOCK WAS PLANNED & BUILT BY W.B. STOCKHAM, A.H. STOCKHAM, & MILLARD FAIRLAMB.

Because of the proximity to the alley, the concrete “sign” was deteriorating due to traffic damage, so about twelve years ago, the City of Delta Historic Preservation Board arranged with two archaeologists to “excavate” the section of concrete, and to encase it in a wooden box made for the specimen, and place it in the museum courtyard. The trained archaeologists were then asked to examine the dirt under this section of sidewalk for any historic treasures which might have been left there. Nothing was found.

The cost of the entire project was estimated at about $40,000. The project included “complete drainage,” a “complete sewer system,” and a cement sidewalk around the entire block. Prior to this, there was a board sidewalk which followed Fourth and Fifth Streets. Each house was to have hot and cold water, bath, toilets, electric lights, a furnace, all painted and of up-to-date architecture. No barns or chicken coops were permitted on the premises.

Today, there are garages and other assorted out-buildings behind most of the houses. Perhaps there are chicken coops, as well. Though there is some semblance of order to the Model Block, landscaping alone makes each property unique. Two of the homes are on the City of Delta Historic Register.

The Model Block was Delta’s first major subdivision, though it never was referred to as such. One hundred and seven years ago, it was a project ahead of it’s time. Perhaps longevity was one of the design parameters.

Model BlockThe Model Block signature sidewalk which is now in the museum courtyard.

(Notice that the D is stamped backward 🙂 —Linda )

Guest Article by Jim Wetzel—What is in the Museum

WHAT’S IN THE MUSEUM

The Tom McCarty Autobiography Manuscript

Researched  by Jim Wetzel

Tom McCarty, the outlaw, was said to have dictated his autobiography in 1898. Some say, or speculate, that he did this from a location in Robbers Roost, a well known refuge for outlaws in southern Utah. It was one of the rare times that Tom McCarty was heard from following his failed robbery of Delta’s Farmers & Merchants Bank in 1893.

Historian Charles Kelly, (1889 – 1971) claimed that the original 93 page typed manuscript came into his hands from Tom McCarty’s son, Thomas Leonard McCarty, born in 1878. Charles Kelly did most of his research in Utah, and he wrote several books and many historical articles, mostly before 1940. His book, The Outlaw Trail, was first published in 1938. At that time, some of the western outlaws he wrote about were still alive, or at least had friends who were. And when people were still around who could add to, or correct historical writings such as Kelly’s, they often did not, for fear of family retribution by those written about. However, Charles Kelly did receive many letters and notes filling in the blanks, or adding to writings that were already in public hands

Kelly got so much additional information over the next 20 years that he republished The Outlaw Trail in 1959, with nationwide distribution this time. This is one of the most important pieces of western history simply because Kelly knew many of the characters in his book, especially Robert Leroy Parker (Butch Cassidy), the main focus of his book. And it is original research, not copied and altered from some other writer.

Charles Kelly claimed that the McCarty manuscript was first published around 1898, in Manti, Utah, though there is no record as to what form it was published. Kelly claims that it was published by Matt Warner’s father, Christian Christiansen. Matt Warner used two different aliases. His given name was Willard Erastus Christiansen. He was also known as Ras Lewis, and of course, Matt Warner.

Even though the Manti Messenger, Manti’s newspaper in 1898, has been digitized, and can be viewed online through the Utah Digitized Newspapers web site, I have not, thus far, located any reference to the manuscript in select 1898 editions.

Tom McCarty

This classic photo of Tom McCarty is the one in the police Rogues Gallery in Salt Lake City. Many copies of it are in circulation.

Some outlaws, for whatever reason, took credit for crimes they had nothing to do with. Tom McCarty, on the other hand, denied that he was involved in robberies that he did, in fact, participate in, such as his well-known complicity in the robbery of the David Moffat bank in Denver in 1889. Just the fact that his manuscript is original source material makes it historically significant, especially since it was written within a decade or less of the events he described.

By the same token, Matt Warner’s autobiography, titled Last of the Bandit Riders, falls into the same category. Warner wrote his memoirs over 40 years after the fact, suggesting probable inaccuracies, verified by a number of historians. Copies of this book are rare and pricey, but they can be found on the internet. Several years ago (2000), writer Steve Lacy from Salt Lake City, in collaboration with Matt Warner’s daughter, Joyce, republished Matt’s book, and called it, Last of the Bandit Riders – Revisited. According to Lacy, he corrected some material, and added other, including some photographs and letters supplied by Matt Warner’s daughter.

When Charles Kelly acquired the 93 page McCarty manuscript, he had it re-typed and two copies were made. He sent one copy to the Utah State Historical Society, probably around 1949, or earlier. The USHS records do not reflect the donation date, but the Skovlin book, In Pursuit of the McCarty’s, refers to a meeting between Charles Kelly and Thomas L. McCarty that year. The Delta County Historical Society acquired a copy of the McCarty manuscript from the USHS in 1969. The museum copy is 100 pages, double spaced. In the front of the manuscript are some notes written by Charles Kelly which relate to parts of the manuscript text. He attempts to fill in a few blanks, or clarify a few entries. When Tom McCarty wrote his autobiography, he intentionally omitted dates and names, but did give clues. For places like Delta, he would write “D—-“; for his brother, he would write “a relative”, etc.

I have read Tom McCarty’s manuscript. It is an interesting read, even though I feel he did not accurately portray the Delta bank robbery. This will become apparent when my book on the subject is published this year. I could elaborate on this, but I don’t want to spoil the book experience.

Most of the information above was obtained from the Introduction to Charles Kelly’s book, The Outlaw Trail, and from the book version of the McCarty manuscript, published in a limited edition in 1986. The Delta County Museum sells the updated version of Kelly’s book, first published in 1959, and again in 1996.

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—‘tis the Season of Great Snacks!

This is the bestest time of the whole year!  I love every minute of this time.  I didn’t used, ‘cause, well, you see, I would randomly get chased by a mean ‘ol Momma cow.  I try to not let that happen anymore.  I stay real close to Mom when we go out to check calves.  The rest of the time I wait until the cows are NOT by the house!

Smells-1THEN I HEAD OUT TO THE FIELD!

I have to be quick!

If Mom, Fuzzy and I are out for a walk I have to be even quicker; if Mom sees me she almost yells at me.

Yummmm

Something like “BOOMER! YOU DROP THAT RIGHT NOW!”  or “BOOMER!  That’s gross, put that down NOW!”

UM

So you know what I do…I chew it up real fast so Mom can’t have it!!! NO SIREEE!

Chuckle, snort, giggle, laugh out loud!

Once Mom even reached right into my mouth to try to get it, but I swallowed real fast like.

You see this is the season of BEEF JERKY and Milk DUDS!  YUMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!

Mom, Dad, Fuzzy and I even saw the Fox helping himself to the delicious tidbits of yum.

If I eat too many Mom won’t let me inside, cause, well, sometimes my tummy gets too full and well, it comes right back up!

That really does get me in trouble.  Then I have to sleep outside in the dog house.

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You know what I don’t understand….Fuzzy doesn’t like to eat any of that stuff, I mean nothing.  Just turns his nose up and sits there and watches me chow down.  He says I’m making a fool of myself.

Oh, well!

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Mom has figured out that if I get a real soup bone from DOWN TOWN then I won’t head out to the field.

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Guess what!?  Either way I win!! (Unless I have to sleep outside…then that isn’t so good.  But, what the hay…it’s worth it!)

Boomer

Something Wicked This Way Comes—February 19, 2014

While out checking the cows and calves, which we do daily, Terry and ran over onto the cactus hill to see what we could see.  We like this rocky point on the farm….every time we are up there we talk about maybe building a house on this hill.  Although, it won’t be a typical house, but an house built into the hillside with southwest facing windows to capture the sunlight and the wonderful sunsets.

(Now to be honest you and I both know that Terry and I will never do this, but it’s fun to sit on the point and dream)

Leaving that point we headed over to the cattail area…Red-Winged Black birds were BACK!  They wonderful songs filling the air.  Traveling forward onto the grass pasture (next to the equipment area) three coyotes ran past us lickety-split. (Another of my Momma’s terms 🙂 )

Coyotes-run

This is blurry as they are running full speed.  You can see the cattails in the forefront of the photo.

Coyote-2I detest these creatures.

We have lost calves to them.  The sneaky pack of killers. They also kill cats! And small dogs!

Sometimes you have a cow that wants to be by herself to calve.  The coyotes wait and watch, then when the calf starts to come out, they surround the cow, grab the calf, dragging it off and eating it–or eating parts of it leaving the poor helpless Mom in a frenzy.

Most cows will stay within the herd to calf, the other cows form a watch  allowing the birth process to proceed as normal.  IF a predator, coyote, wild dogs, or others try to capture the calf, the cows will stomp the coyote/predator to death, if they can.  Most of the time the coyotes/predators know they will loose so they slink off.

CoyotesThey are heading into an area we call Deadman’s Land–the reason is it’s hard to get water there so nothing really grows well.

The other thing coyotes wait for is the sloppy-I really don’t want to be bothered by a child-Mother.  Yes you have those Mom’s in the animal world, just like you do in the human world.

These Mom’s park their baby somewhere, anywhere, saying: you just stay there and don’t move—all cows put their babies in a safe spot (Usually with a cow babysitter) so the Mom’s can go graze.  The “I really can’t be bothered with a kid” cow just parks her calf any old place and trots off to jolly it up with a group of her friends.

StoppedThe coyotes wait, watch, make sure Mom isn’t paying any attention, slink in and have lunch/breakfast, dinner/snack.

Yes, I know the coyotes are beautiful.  I also know that the calves and the cows are beautiful.  Yes, I know the coyotes need to eat.  BUT NOT OUR ANIMALS!

NO….feeding them WILL NOT STOP THEM FROM HUNTING!

In fact, it will just teach them that you are a source of food and create horrible coyote behavior—.  Just read this little article from Boulder…

Whew!  I guess I have ranted and raved long enough.  I will stop now and apologize for this huge post.

Linda

 

 

 

A Ride Through the Cows February 18, 2014

Terry is planning on laying more transmission pipe this spring.  He wanted to lay it last fall but we were too wet.  The whole winter was wet until just now.  So off he went to hand-dig up the culvert under the farm road, then back to get the tractor with the loader on it.

road-work

Boomer and I walked up later to see how he was doing….”Finished!” he replied.

We followed him back to the yard and asked if he would like to go with us (meaning myself, Boomer and Fuzzy) to go look at the cows!

In just seconds we were on our way–

White-Tail

There is one cow with outstanding markings–she is all black except for her long whitetail….she is behind the two white cows, she is the one with the horns

eWe saw lots of cows looking just like this 🙂

tTerry checked out a new Momma cow–he wanted to see where she had her calf hid.

Calf

Hiding a new calf in the marsh land isn’t a good idea.  So if he could stir up the calf, the mom would take it on to higher and dryer ground.

I didn’t get a good photo of the calf and mom moving off.

twoWe saw two more calves.  These two are a few days older than the other one.  The mom’s are getting tired of the (self imposed) nursery so are starting to take the kids out and about more.

1The herd is looking good.  I’m sure Mr. Davis and his daughter, Teresa, are pleased with the results so far.

Tomorrow I’ll show you the other creatures we saw along the way. Today the air and the sun feels just like yesterday–Spring has arrived.  I even heard a flock of Red-Winged Black Birds while we were up there.  Delightful birds.

They say another rain/snow storm is supposed to come in Wednesday and our temperatures to drop way down.  Still…no matter what…we are on the other side of winter now.

My heart goes out to all of you still trapped in the huge massive snow and freezing temperatures back east.  To have a warm up would be a delightful gift to all of you winter weary souls!  Magic Thoughts for Spring to find you soon!

Your friend,

Linda

 

 

 

 

 

A Taste of Spring February 17, 2014

Yesterday was a most unusual day —  the morning dawned it’s typical grey and cold self.  A tiny ray of pink sunlight as the mighty sun rose over the Paonia Mountains then quickly disappeared behind thick heavy clouds.  Although, the temperature said we weren’t freezing, just above, the air was very chilled.

Still Terry and I took the dogs and the four-wheelers out to check on the fences and see how many little calves have made their arrival.  (So far there are four-no photos as of yet).

The ground was a tick bog of nasty, soft mud so we didn’t go out on-to the land, staying on the farm and ditch roads.  Tracks across farming ground right now would make huge (AND I MEAN HUGE) ruts – plus pack the ground in the middle of the ruts.

Closer to lunch a soft gentle breeze sprung-up fresh from the snowbanks on the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray, accent on the “pah”), the breeze intensified as the hour wore on moving into kite flying strength, after that a true fast moving wind…someone told Terry that he heard it was moving at 28 m.p.h.  I have no way of knowing; yet it did clear our skies of all the heavy, low-laying clouds!

By four o’clock in the afternoon we had glorious blue skies completely free of any clouds! Who could stay in the house with that to look upon?

Out we went, the dogs, Terry, and I to relish this delightful site.

It felt like SPRING!  Just a hint of spring, but enough to know that the switch has occurred! Somewhere, at some poin,t the earth creaked and groaned and inched itself up and over just a tad to take off the edge of winter.

Forming

While we were about we saw hundreds and hundreds of Canada Geese, way, way up in the sky gathering and gathering and gathering….no v formed for some time.  It was like the call had gone out…”IT IS TIME! Gather your self, your family, and all your belonging and head to the north! Warmth is coming back to the land!  Come, Come–let us all go home!”

(I couldn’t get a photo of all of them, there were just too many)

Done

We watched as they flew up from the earth then gathered together, honking and talking about who is to lead, then breaking into several V shapes–always going higher and higher until we couldn’t hear them anymore.

Gone

Then they became tiny dots winging their way home—home to the north—home!

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I’m sure we still have some left here and the Sandhill Cranes waiting for another signal, but for now…those that left flung themselves up into the sky with joy knowing that along the way they will stop and rest once more waiting for the signal that spring is getting even closer at their breeding grounds way up North from us!

Then we noticed that just today the willows were showing sap running back into their grey limbs and the red-twig bushes were showing even more life, moving along we saw they green of the winter wheat and how the cattle were favoring those fields the most.

Yes, Spring is coming!  For Sure! The land and the animals and the birds have announced the return of warmth and lessening of cold!

Your very happy friend,

Linda

 

Fading in and Out February 16, 2014

Our internet is being cranky today!  So I’m taking the day off hoping that tomorrow I can stay connected more than a few minutes at a time.

I hope your Sunday is a good one!

Your Farm Friend,

Linda

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — In-Between

BudsHey, Boom, just look at that sky!  Mom loves the sky, and is always looking at it.  I think because she says: “Wow, boys!  Just look at that sky!  It’s beautiful!”  I’ve started paying attention to the sky.

I like it too Fuzzy.  But It’s sort of well, getting dark.

That’s not dark, Boomer.  That’s the in-between sky.

The in-between sky?

Yes, that the special time of the day when the sky is not bright nor is it dark.  It’s in-between.

It’s like life…you have times when you are in-between.

I KNOW!! I KNOW!!! When I hurt my knee…I was in-between being able to run and in-between not running at all.

YES!  Boomer that’s it!

So let’s play a game…the in-between game. You tell of an in-between time and then I will tell of an in-between time.

Good!  Okay, Fuzzy here I go…Dad goes out and gets on the four-wheeler, we run out right behind him, but he takes off. We just stand there wanting to go but we can’t.  That’s in-between!

Yep!  Then Mom comes out, we run to her, she says, ‘Come on boys, let’s go’ and she puts us on the four-wheeler with her.

AND SHE GIVES US BOTH BIG HUGS!  Then off we go!

RIGHT!!

Okay, I have one, Boom….Dad and Mom come out and get in the pickup and start to back out of the carport.

BUT THEY STOP!!!

And Mom opens the door and says: “Come on boys, let’s go!” and she puts us in the pick-up.  WITH BIG HUGS FOR BOTH OF US!!

Okay, here’s another one, Fuzzy.  Mom is upstairs working in her office. We are outside on the lawn.  We can look in the window and see Mom but she doesn’t see us.

Then Dad comes walking up to the backdoor to go in and says—Come on in boys! So we run in as fast as we can go.  Then we stop.   Dad says—Go on upstairs and gives us pats on the head. We RUN upstairs as fast as we can go so we can sleep by Mom while she is working on the computer!

This is fun!  Here’s one for you Fuzzy…Mom takes us to the Groomer!

OH! WHY DID YOU BRING THAT UP…shudder, shake, shiver, pant, pant, tremble.

But she comes back, Fuzzy and gives us all sorts of love and hugs and so does Dad.  They tell us how nice we smell and how soft we feel!

True, Boomer…but I hate that in-between.

It’s still an in-between, Fuzzy!

Well…let’s move on to another in-between—like when all the dog cousins come for a dog walk, you go with Mom and Shannon and all the dogs and I wait at the gain bins.

Yep, then when we get back Shannon lets us walk into the back of the truck on the dog ramp with all our dog cousins!

YES!!!

And sometimes they just show up and Mom grabs us and puts us in the back of the truck with all the dog cousins and we get to go for a RIDE!!  It’s a barking great time!

How about when it’s cold outside and we want to be inside but no one is home.  Or they are home and the house is full of company.  Yeah, that’s when we have to stay in our snuggly warm dog houses.  But staying in the dog house isn’t the in-between …it’s the waiting to get inside to bake by the fireplace.

Yes, and when we finally get to get inside we get LOTS of hugs and pettings!

How about when Mom wakes us up in the dark of the night and says: “Come on, boys! Let’s go for a walk”.

Out the door we go.

The walk is the in-between, because when we get back inside…

We get a dog treat, covered up with our blankets and good-night pets and lots of love.

Oh, I finally get it Fuzzy…in-between is that time just before you get LOVE!

Pink-and-blue

That’s right, Boomer!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day to you Fuzzy!

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you, Dear Readers!

Happy Day of Love!

Fuzzy and Boomer on a Western Colorado Farm

 

 

 

 

 

See What I See? February 13, 2014

CheckingThere is something out here

Snow

Every day I capture the day photos of Sam and Fuzzy

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and Boomer

AHHHHHHHHH, Yes!  I see what it is they are checking out—

Fox-4 Fox-1 Fox-2 Fox-3

A Busy little Fox!

Well, no chickens out there.  The one little hen is in the house with us at night.  And during the day the dogs are on the watch.

After the little hen gets well enough I will start to introduce her back to the flock.  Then she will go back to Shannon’s (her real home) to live.

But for now…..

This is so not good.  😦

Your Farm Friend,

Linda

 

 

 

Mud Season (And I’m not Complaining) February 12, 2014

m‘Needless to say’ ( favorite saying of my Momma’s) you don’t walk around in flip-flops, or regular shoes of any sort right now, you still walk with your boots on.

But instead of the crunch, and creak, and squeak of the snow your feet with the boots on them make a sort of plunk, and splash, and sucking sound.

BUT I’m NOT complaining!  No matter what, after snow you must have mud.  Every day that you have mud with sun and little wind is a day closer to DIRT! or SOIL! or just plain Ground!

The mud is bad enough the dogs don’t like to walk with me, which is okay.  I walked without them.  I wanted to see if the winter annual weeds were perking up–gathering juices to spring forth in all their weedy wonder.

nYep, the nasty Cheat Grass is greening up nicely.  Cheat grass is really a mess…it has tiny little barbs that catch in the throats and coats of animals, on socks and pant legs, in general is just a mess.  I really should go out and spray it with weed killer in the fall, but I never seem to get around too it.  Fall is so extremely busy for us.

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I like this little plant…it has little purple flowers and is part of the mustard family.  Since I like this plant I will never try to kill it, although, I don’t know what benefits it has except to make me smile.  And I do, every time I see it.

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While out and about a Murder of Crows flew around and around on the wind thermals, forming figure eights in the air, calling and calling for all to hear:  Caw, Caw, Spring is near!

Back home I had three inch clumps of mud on my boots, the dogs just looked at me then rested their heads back down on their paws, as if saying: see that’s why WE didn’t want to go.

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That’s okay, I told them!  The walk did me good, it filled that slot that had grown thin in waiting, I now have Joy in my soul.

Your Happy Friend,

Linda