When I was a little bitty baby
my grampsy would carry me sometimes maybe
among the old mesquites on his ranch home
and when my diapers became full and ripe
he would hand me back to granny, she didn't gripe
then with my folks headed back to our Rocky Mountain ranch home
Circa 1960 a few of our brood cows grazing the lower pasture with a new young polled bull
My father believed in investing in land, not the house. He had just finished remodeling one ranch
house and the value was such he could buy topwater rights alfalfa field and clover Timothy grass pasture
for cash and get more land by selling the current place that was poor soil with little water, but nice house.
So I lived in this beauty until I left home. Beautiful view! As you can see I was raised in royal privilege. I do consider myself privileged because I was raised on a ranch with ranch roots on both sides of my family.
A view across one of my West Texas family's ranch.