By Glenda Price: CNJ columnist You know that sick feeling that smothers your whole body when you realize you’ve just done something stupid? That happened to me a few days ago — again. I went to watch my grandson’s basketball game. In the school’s parking lot I decided I didn’t need my purse inside, so […]
Glenda Price I’m sure it’s written someplace that every ranch boy must try riding a bull – in a rodeo – at least once in his life. In the olden days most every town had an amateur rodeo every year – usually a jackpot deal. That was the perfect place for a ranch youngster to […]
by Glenda Price My friend Jubal is a wise cowboy. He’s spent a great deal of time in the boonies, for a while on his homestead in west central New Mexico and later in various line-cabins on big ranches. He doesn’t run off at the mouth, as they say, but when he does speak all […]
Glenda Price A new product for barrel racers is now available – pop-up barrels. They collapse and fit into a bag a little bigger than a rope can, and when opened up are bottom-weighted so they don’t fall over easily. Besides the portability, those of us with scarred shins from banging into metal barrels will […]
One year it was decided by someone (who later refused to be identified) that during the annual Christmas pageant we ought to have a “real” manger scene – with live animals. Somebody’s Dad built a nifty three-sided wooden creche, and some of the kids brought their 4-H animals. It was the wrong time of year […]
Glenda Price Every young girl needs an older lady friend/advisor – specially if she lives way out in the country. A girl’s own mother doesn’t qualify because she’s got too much invested in her offspring’s hoped-for successful life. The girl’s friend/advisor, unlike Mom, doesn’t give advice the usual straightforward way. (“If you don’t leave those […]
Alton was a Game Warden. Nowadays they are called “Conservation Officers.” If he were not retired he would, even today, call himself a Game Warden. His acquaintances — behind his back — called him Attila. He freely admitted — no, bragged — that if his mother were to fish without a license or hunt out […]
Country kids make pets of most every animal that follows them home – or they manage to capture. The first pet I remember other than the usual dogs and cats was a chicken. We weren’t always really good at coming up with names, but everybody always had one. The chicken’s name was Peep. Peep started […]
One spring when our mom bought baby chicks at the feed store my brother got some baby turkeys. He was about 10 years old, and this was his first money-making project.
By Glenda Price: CNJ columnist One spring when our mom bought baby chicks at the feed store, my brother got some baby turkeys. He was about 10 years old, and this was his first money-making project.
Some of us have difficulty dealing with mechanical objects. I guess the politically correct way to state our problem is “mechanically challenged.” That goes double for computers. There’s a little man in mine — I’ve named him Elmer. Every now and then he says, “You’ve been doing really good. I think I’ll just mess you […]
When we were young and immortal, our family often camped out in a tent. A couple of times we decided two days in a row of warm weather in late winter meant it was time to go camping and fishing. The result was sometimes… interesting. One spring another couple joined my husband and me – […]
by Glenda Price The rancher, Big Jim Jordan, went to the cafe in town where day-workers hung out each morning. Four or five fellows visited over coffee, one whittled on a stick, another looked at the day’s newspaper and the others just hung out.
In my day job as an agricultural journalist I interview people. Through the years I’ve learned to study a person’s history and accomplishments before we talk. Interestingly, most of the country folks I interview are not fooled by their alleged “importance.” They’re just glad someone finally asked their opinions, and that the interviewer is actually […]
My father-in-law and my husband bought a hundred head of cows one year. It was a partnership deal, but when we unloaded them at the ranch they decided to split them fifty-fifty and each partner put his own brand on his half. It was early spring, so some of the cows had babies, others were […]
Ranch kids in the Southwest don’t see much water. We learn to swim in stock tanks and arroyos that hold some water (always muddy) after a rain. One time our family decided to go to Hawaii. We flew for hours with nothing but water under us. That Pacific Ocean is huge. The next day I […]
By Glenda Price: CNJ columnist Ranch kids in the Southwest don’t see much water. We learn to swim in stock tanks and arroyos that hold some water (always muddy) after a rain. One time our family decided to go to Hawaii. We flew for hours with nothing but water under us. That Pacific Ocean is […]
By Glenda Price: CNJ columnist My father-in-law and my husband bought 100 head of cows one year. It was a partnership deal, but when we unloaded them at the ranch they decided to split them 50-50 and each partner put his own brand on his half. It was early spring, so some of the cows […]
By Glenda Price There’s a famous cartoon. A cowboy’s horse is bucking across a rock pile interspersed with cactus. He’s lost his bridle reins – and his stirrups. He’s hanging upside down on the horse’s side with one hand on the saddle horn. His friend is loping toward him, looking worried. The cowboy in the […]
How many times have you heard someone sigh and say, “I took piano lessons when I was a kid. I hated them. Now, I wish I knew how to play.” Dutiful parents sign their kids up for band or orchestra at school, rent instruments and take seriously their jobs as “reminders.” You know the drill […]