gcreekrch said:
I wish it was in God's plan for me to meet Mr. Burton. I heard lots about him through the years.
All cute kids!
John's first wife, Ardith, died in the mid-1990's. She was a wonderful lady, and John married another wonderful lady, Ruth, a few years later. Both John and Ruth are in the rest home in Rushville, Nebraska at this time. Ruth's son, Roger, was here visiting from Arizona, so he brought them out to our place for dinner this past Sunday. It was fun seeing them again, and rehashing some fond memories of times spent together in the past. John is very hard of hearing, so there was quite a bit of "shouting" that occurred for the rest of us to get our points across.
As I helped John into the back seat of their car, he said, "I have one more thing I want to tell you." John had cowboyed out in Nevada and Utah in his younger days. He was out "with the wagon," camping out every night and working cattle with seven other cowboys. He was a good bronc rider, and drew the "rough string" of horses no one else wanted to ride. Here was his last statement as he got in the car: "I rode the rough string all the time in Nevada, and those other cowboys never once saw me hit the ground." I don't blame John for being proud of that. He didn't say if he'd ever "hit the ground" when no one else happened to be watching, and I didn't ask.
When John returned from his experiences in Nevada and Utah, he brought back a pair of chinks like the buckaroos out in that country used. John was pretty sure that those were the first chinks to be in Cherry County, Nebraska. When I was ten years old, he let me borrow them one day. They were long enough on me to almost be full length chaps, and I wore them proudly.
LazyWP said:
If you would put windshields on your Rangers, a person wouldn't have to attire in every article of clothing they own! :twisted:
But then dust would be a factor.
