There’s a special bond between a boy and his dog; a bond like no other.
Dogs are faithful companions to a young boy. They don’t ask questions, they don’t talk back, nor do they give orders They’re just there offering loyal companionship when the boy needs them,
A few years ago, I wrote a piece for IDAHO magazine about Idaho Falls writer Wilson Rawls, author of the classic, Where the Red Fern Grows. I mentioned that he and I had some things in common. We both grew up in rural America and came to writing late… Continue reading
Greetings, again, Friends. Well, Rube’s back with another of his insightful observations. Enjoy.
Howdy folks. It’s me agin, Rube. Ya know, in years past we Americans prided ourselves on conductin’ our lives around common sense. Lately, I reckon as how we have been tradin’ common sense fer “silly sense.” Take fer instant, that daylight savins’ time which was forced on us under the guise of energy conservation. To use the words of a wise old Indian Chief, … Continue reading
Anybody remember Charles Atlas? He was a popular body builder during the 1940s and ’50s. He used to run ads in teenage magazines and newspapers advertising a device for building a glorious looking body. Remember those? Charles Atlas, with his Arnold Schwarzenegger type build, was shown holding the world up in his right hand. The ad also featured a 97 pound weakling being harassed on the beach by a big muscle bound bruiser who took the skinny lad’s girl friend away from him.
Well, for most of my… Continue reading
As mentioned in my bio, I used to write a weekly newspaper column. One day as I was pondering ideas for the current week’s column, I was in a panic. The well from which comes ideas for my column was running low. Since it was a nostalgia column of sorts, I decided to get in the car and head over to my old stomping grounds in the highlands of Southeast Idaho at a place called Soda Springs to see if that might trigger some ideas. Soda Springs is located… Continue reading
The sheep camp was hitched to the back of the pickup, the sheep were in the holding pen. I sat astride “Old Zeke” eagerly awaiting to hit the trail. He was a tired old black with bony hips, a sway back and ribs wrinkling his hide, but he was a good kid pony.
One of my childhood memories from the 1940s is going with Dad on the “sheep drives.” Before he sold his livestock and concentrated on raising just field crops, he had a small flock of sheep consisting of about 100 head. He had… Continue reading
Greetings friends. Rube is back with another guest post giving some of his insight. So with no further ado, here’s Rube. Enjoy.
Howdy folks. It’s me agin, Rube. I’d like to talk about an affliction we Americans have. I’m thinkin’ we’re too hyper. It seem as how it shows up in most everthin’ we do. Some folks have to have a a new computer about ever six months so they can have the latest, more powerful fastest version that’ll boot up 15 or 20 seconds faster… Continue reading
Sometimes we need to take time to stop and smell the roses. I had the opportunity to do just that a couple of years or so ago. It was when I still lived in Idaho. I belong to a small writer’s group made up of writer’s from Pocatello and Idaho Falls in which I still maintain my membership from afar. The group usually has a couple of outings a year, a summer picnic and a Christmas party.
That year’s summer picnic was hosted by one of our members at his… Continue reading
There’s an old saying that states: “What goes around, comes around.” The recent explosion of Internet shopping brings back memories of yesteryear. Living in a small town of less than 750 people during the 1940s had it’s advantages; but, also, its limitations. One of those limitations was having less items available in the local stores than those in larger communities. This resulted in the need for persons living in these smaller communities to shop through the mail order catalogs. The two most popular of which, were Montgomery Ward and Sears-Roebuck.… Continue reading
I’ll start this post by saying I claim no expertise for my comments on the subject. I speak only from my personal point of view (pun intended) and my observations. The topic is one that I think many writers struggle with, myself included. Some of what I’m about to say smacks in the face of accepted conventional wisdom, but then I’m known among my friends and peers for questioning so-called conventional wisdom, so here goes. 🙂 I will be using the… Continue reading
My first long road trip was a trip I and a cousin made to San Diego, California in 1952. I was sixteen coming on seventeen years old, and had just purchased my first car. The prior year, at age fifteen, Dad had leased me 80 acres of land, my share of which, would be my pay for helping him on the farm. In return for staking me to seed, fuel, and equipment for planting and harvesting my crop, he took half.
The crop came in good that year, and… Continue reading