I Humbly Thank You—-Monday, May 30, 2016

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Memorial Day Flag tribute at the City of Delta Cemetery, Delta, Colorado.

We have so much!  So very much to be thankful for!

"And I'm proud to be an American,

Where at least I know I"m free,

And I won't forget the men who died,

Who gave that right to me."---Lee Greenwood, "Proud to Be an AMerican"

So very, very much!

To all of those who have served I humbly Thank you.

Love,

Linda

Silence—March 29, 2016

EasterEaster was ever so lovely.

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Jolyne and Evan did an amazing job with the meal, the egg hunt and the celebration of our son-in-law, Cliff’s (he and Kimberly live in Grand Junction) birthday!

Then sadly the time came

9When everyone loaded up and headed back home…the little family to Craig, Colorado.  Jason’s dad, Paul, back to Alamosa, Colorado..everyone else scattering back to their homes and lives.

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Then it was just us again.  Back to the everyday of Terry’s and my lives.

It’s okay.

The sound our our life  is not blank or a void.  It is made up of tiny noises: the tractor in field (Terry is leveling now), the clothes washer cleaning all the bedding, the tiny sounds of far away cars and trucks, as I hang-out my laundry on the clothes line, the cats meowing at my feet begging for food, a cold wind flapping the towels on the line, Boomer’s feet padding into the kitchen then out the back door, bacon sizzling on the stove.  Everyday sounds the bring me peace and contentment.

“Thank you,” I mentally pray to God.  “Thank-you for everything and so much.”

From my heart to your world,

Linda

Beyond the Tips of Silver Wings—Monday, August 10, 2015

Early, early Sunday morning we received a phone call from a friend asking us to come fly with him.

GoNot being people who could turn down and invitation of such wonderful magnitude… we were off!

COnfluence-LaeThere (just above the wing tip),  was Confluence Lake, in our small town of Delta, Colorado. You can also see the  Gunnison River flowing toward Grand Junction, Colorado,  and two large fields of sunflowers on the top of lower California Mesa.

GMWe flew above the North Fork Delta County,  and then he took us over Grand Mesa.

BCAs time went on we traveled over the Book Cliffs (where wild horses roam) just above the city of Grand Junction, Colorado.

UncompahgreThen over the rugged and beautiful Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray, with the accent on the pah)

Us-2The smoke from all the fires made the air a little hazy, but suddenly we were flying over our farm.

Coming-inWhat a joy!  What an amazing adventure and a delightful gift!

Sunday in the air!

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda

A Fun Photo—Tuesday, July 15, 2015

Main Street Delta, Colorado 1893

 

Main Street in Delta, Colorado (shown in 1893), has two banks at the time of the McCarty heist. Despite the depression that has cleaned out many financial institutions across the country, both banks were solvent.

Jim Wetzel’s latest literary effort, a book titled, BANKS, BULLETS & BODIES; A Failed Robbery in Delta, Colorado, is available for purchase.

It is the story about the 1893 robbery of the Farmers and Merchants Bank on Delta’s Main Street in which two members of the McCarty gang were killed by Delta hardware merchant, W. Ray Simpson, during their attempted escape to safety. During the robbery, bank cashier, Andrew Trew Blachly, was also killed by one of the outlaws

This book not only tells the story of the bank robbery, but provides lots of background details about the people who were caught-up in the event. In addition, Wetzel has disclosed many details never before provided in previous writings of this event. Finally, he offers strong evidence that there were more than three gang members involved in this robbery, leading the reader in directions never imagined.

This book is the culmination of twelve years of research, and many hours of studying this event with the goal of correcting the written history of this story, so much of which has not been very accurate with regard to some details. As Wetzel says, “I question everything that doesn’t make complete sense, and that is very clear in this book.” Regardless of such questions, the stories surrounding the event make for fascinating reading, and this book tells it all.

The book retails for $16.95 and can be purchased at the museum or by mail.

MUSEUM DIRECTOR / CURATOR  Jim Wetzel      MUSEUM:         (970) 874-8721             deltamuseum@aol.com

I must say—this is a VERY interesting book!  If you like history, I highly recommend BANKS, BULLETS & BODIES; A Failed Robbery in Delta, Colorado  to you.

Your friend,

Linda

 

Photo Gifts from Long-Time Blog Readers–Thursday, December 18, 2014

It is raining here. It’s also snowing…the flakes are huge and beautiful and wet.  We are warm for a snow storm so when the flakes make contact with something they burst into a wet drop.

KageDog a long-time blog reader, lover of Sandhill Cranes and all things Australia lives at the base of Grand Mesa in Cedaredge, Colorado.  She sent me a beautiful photo from her deck showing the clouds covering all the basins between Cedaredge and Delta.

Above-the-CloudsAmong all the wonderful Christmas cards Terry and I have received,  we also got this pretty coolBlack Guillemot in Winter in snow

Black Guillemot in winter plumage at Bangor from Margaret Adamson.

Thank you each and everyone of you for all of your Christmas Cards and Good Wishes.  We feel very lucky to have such wonderful blog friends in our lives!

Your friends on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda

 

 

 

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—a Small Hike

Mom and Dad were tired of working on the house, and Boom and I were tried of DOING NOTHING!!!

Desert

So Dad said, “Let’s go out to the desert and do a Walk About….Who knows what cool stuff we will get to see.”  Boomer yelled, “AND SMELL! COOL STUFF TO SMELL!”

We loaded up and headed out.  It was a BLAST!  Although, Mom and I didn’t walk very fast Boomer and Dad had a great time.

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We saw the ruts left from years and years ago when the freighters from Grand Junction would haul in supplies to the canyons areas and to Delta. It was always hard going if the desert was wet…clay soil is a tough thing to pull/walk/stove through.  The desert got the name ‘Stinking Desert’ because the freighters dreaded the haul so much—“We have to head off through that Stinking Desert,” they would say.   Over time the name just stuck…sort of like the wagons…tee hee!

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We walked under the highway into the cement tunnel—which is really to carry the flash flood water under the highway instead of over the highway and wash the road out.

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On the other side of the highway is a pond of SLIME WATER!

Even I didn’t like the slime water and I adore water!!!

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After that we went back to the pick-up and headed into Delta.  In Delta we went to Confluence Lake and walked around there for a spell.  That was nice.  Boomer found a dead fish, but Mom wouldn’t let him near it. (Boomer pouted all the way back to the pick-up)

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We got home as the sun was sinking into the horizon.  Boomer and I agreed it sure was nice to go for a little ride after all the days of waiting for Mom and Dad to finish down at the other house.   Mom and Dad both said that was refreshing.

And you know something?  I agree.  A little change of pace is always a good thing.

Fuzzy

A Quick Stop —Sunday, June 15, 2014

The nice thing about summer is the fact people are traveling…and sometimes that means they are traveling ‘through’ where we live.

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My brother, Dan (this is from last year)

IMG_1434And his pretty wife, Cloudy were also in the area, but could not stop by this time.  They usually come over sometime in August so I’m thinking we will get to see them at that time.

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Terry’s sister, Carolyn, and her husband, Wayne where traveling back from Arizona when they called and said—“We are coming through”,

Gordon and Eileen camping

Then the “Side Trips” blog folks posted about this really nice trip they were on and I realized THEY WERE GOING TO BE PASSING THROUGH!!!

I quickly emailed them and invited them to stop and have supper with us on their way back home.  They took me up on the invitation!!! YIPPEE!   It is great fun to meet people in person after years of reading and commenting on each other’s blogs!

We had hot dogs and hamburgers and all sorts of picnic food, ate outside and the wind blew us away.  Even blew my salad right off my plate.  Shish!

But everyone was was kind and gracious. ate the food, sat in the kitchen while I put stuff together, chatted together outside  – passing the time quickly.  Suddenly it was all over, everyone back on the road to home.

The wind…it hung around until today turning colder on Saturday; bringing in another cold front for our area.  It’s actually cold enough we had to turn up the heat just to take the chill off the house.  A strong cold front with heavy gusting wind is predicted until Wednesday when it will finally push itself out of here and we will start to warm back up.

I guess in the scheme of things, five days of gusty winds of 30 m.p.h, or more,  is really just a quick stop.  This time next week we will have the heat and warmth of late Spring.

Your friend on a farm in Delta, Colorado

Linda

 

 

Little Acts Create Giants— Monday, June 9, 2014

Tile-HouseWe live on the farm Terry’s Grandfather created…Misty and her family live on the other part of our farm which was started by Terry’s Great Grandfather on his Mother’s side.  (We purchased the farm from the estate many, many moons ago.)

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The first photo shows the roses that Meta planted way, way, before my time.  Those same roses must be 95 years old now.  They are sweet smelling and every so short lived.  I adore them.

Meta planted them on the side of the Tile House…the house you see behind them.  We call it the Tile House because the whole little house is made from tiles.

When the Tile House was created this farm, the one we live on, was a farm and a Dairy.  It was the only Dairy for the town of Delta.
In the Tile House Meta, and daughters, Benita, and Sally washed up the many, many milk bottles and cream bottles, which were filled with rich, lovely whole milk and delivered early in the morning or late in the evening twice a day.

 

Also, in the Tile House a milk cooler and a cap and bottler shared space with the cleaning tubs.  IMG_4259Out in the barn, B.J., and sons, Jack (Terry’s Dad), and Kenneth milked, fed the cows. Then hauled the milk into the Tile House.  (Remember this was all done by hand.)

In the the Tile House the milk was first filtered, then poured into the cooler, next into the separator for cream, and skimmed milk. then capped and bottled.  The whole milk was just filtered and cooled and capped and bottled.

The wagons were loaded and off the boys would go delivering milk to the residents of Delta.  Once in town they would leave the milk and pick up the empty bottles —Benita said some of those bottles were nasty, nasty, nasty…others were washed and cleaned– sometimes with little thank you notes inside.  The cash for the milk products was always attached to a little envelope waiting with the empty bottles.  Benita said, “It was rare that people didn’t pay and Father had to make the trip to town to visit with those who owed.”

FamilyLeft to right—as I think I know them:  Sally and her husband Bud, the tall son of Sally and Bud in the back, right in front of the tall son is (I think) Meta, then B.J. with his arms around Terry. Next to B.J. is Terry’s Dad, Jack, and another son of Sally and Bud.  Right next to Terry is his best -friend and brother Roger and on the other side is his adored little sister, Carolyn.

The house they are standing in front of is the house we live in today.  It also looks pretty much the same.  🙂

Of the years that I have lived here we have had the special gifts of older people telling us that they remember when Mr. Brown delivered their milk to them, or how Mr. Brown and his sons would willingly give you a free lift to town on the milk wagon so you could get groceries then taking you back home.

Benita  told us that when Father found out about a little family who lost their Dad in a horse and wagon accident and couldn’t afford to have milk…he would drop off a bottle or two as a little surprise.  Never asking for money…just saying: “Oh, I had extra today.  If I didn’t let you have it I would have to pour it out.”

I always think of these little stories when I go into the Tile House, or even just glance at it out of the corner of my eye.  It really is the little acts we perform every day that eventually creates giants.

A farmer’s wife on a farm in Delta, Colorado

Linda

 

 

From the Past—August 22, 1913

From the Past
Compiled from Delta Newspapers by the Delta County Historical Society
251 Meeker Street, Delta, Colorado, 81416  (970) 874-8721
From the Delta County Independent
August 22, 1913

During a heavy thunder shower accompanied by frequent flashes of lightening in the Cedaredge district last Thursday evening, one of those sharp flashes connected with stacks of hay on the farm of Dr. H. K. Gibbs and soon all was a solid mass of flames.

There were spectators to the lurid scene, it is reported, but nothing could be done to check the blaze and in a very few moments 110 tons of hay, one or more sheds and considerable fence, was in ashes.  The loss is conservatively estimated at between $800 and $1,000.

The residence and other buildings on the Gibbs farm were at sufficient distance from the fire to escape unscathed.  Mr. Gibbs many Delta county friends and acquaintances will regret to learn of his misfortune.

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This is something we rarely hear about anymore.  Although, when I was a child I remember playing in our front yard when our neighbor across the road had one of their three haystacks burst into flames.

Everyone close by rushed to help Mr. and Mrs. Shock put out the fire, but nothing could be done to save the three haystacks.  By the time the Cedaredge Fire Department arrived all three stacks were on fire. Cedaredge is a good 20 minutes from where we lived so the time it took to call the operator (yes we still had telephone operators back then) have her alert the volunteer fire department and personnel, for everyone to arrive at the station and then drive down there a goodly amount of time had past. A goodly amount of time.

Momma watched with my brother and I while all the men did what they could.  When questioning her “WHY?!?!” She explained that the hay stack had gotten so hot inside that the fire started, which was a amazing thought to a small 6 or 7 year old.

Gradually I began to understand that when hay is stacked up still wet (or too fresh or too green, however you like to think of it) the heat will build until a fire will self-start.  A fire like that is called spontaneous combustion.

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It was an amazing site and one that still stays with me even now.  Terry is very, very careful to never put up hay that is too wet for just this reason.  Also wet hay can mold, which is not good for animals to eat causing many air born and other illnesses.  It’s a matter of timing for good rich hay complete with the little leaves still attached to the stem.  The little leaves are the rich source of protein perfect for maintaining good health in animals.

Today is groomer day for the dogs…I’m sure Fuzzy isn’t going to appreciate where we are going.  But he will enjoy the ride (until we get there, that is!:))

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Low-Water

 

The water at Blue Mesa Reservoir is horribly low….Terry says it is down about the size of the length of a football field.  Blue Mesa Reservoir is also an extremely long reservoir—20 miles long.

Taylor Reservoir is still frozen over, but starting to thaw.  It is low also, but nothing like  this.  Taylor Reservoir flows into the Blue Mesa Reservoir along with tributaries from other creeks and rivers.

RimGoing back home (on the way up we went through Montrose to Gunnison then to Almont) we took ‘the long way home’ over the rim of the Black Canyon to Crawford, Hotchkiss, and then Delta.

The Black Canyon is the pathway of the Gunnison River, from which our irrigation and drinking water arrives to us.

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We saw lots of deer, some elk, but the best was this Cub…wandering across the road.

CubHe/she was heading to the other side, where Momma was probably waiting.

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Having a little trip was really nice…broke up the work so we felt refreshed and able to get ‘back at it’;  glad to do so!

Off now to work in the yard.  I’m planting.  I have cut my amount down considerably…two years ago I had 175 containers in 9 beds.  Last year I cut down to 75 containers and nine beds.  This year….I’m tired.  I have 10 containers and the nine beds which at times still seems too much.

Anyway off to plant!

Linda