The cowboys that watch over America’s rangeland have such a huge responsibility that we take very seriously. Teddy Roosevelt said it best, ” A ranchman’s life is certainly a very pleasant one, albeit generally varied with plenty of hardship and anxiety.” While trying to do what is best for the livestock, the land, and our families we find ourselves constantly under attack from ignorance, environmentalists, market fluctuations, and drought. (to name a few) However, more than most we are blessed to notice our surroundings and strive to appreciate the awe and beauty of America daily, but especially on her birthday.
Today we celebrated America’s birthday by scurrying to Capitan, NM for the Smokey The Bear Stampede Ranch Rodeo. The endless food included ribbon fries, brisket quesadillas, snow cones, and fresh lemonade.
It seems that there is nothing more patriot than a rodeo. The colors are posted horseback as the Star-Spangled banner plays. The prayer is powerful, thanking Him for all our blessings and asking Him to watch over our cowboys, livestock, land, politicians, and of course pleading for a little rain.
The celebration continued once we reached the ranch with smores and sparklers! We sure enjoyed your birthday.
Today we attended a lecture about an amazing local historical figure named Maude Medders. This was an interesting topic for our family because there is a place on the ranch called Medders place. This belonged to the Medders family until 1942 when David’s grandfather Von Cain purchased it.
Maude Medders is famous for being abducted by Pancho Villa and his bandits. They stole Maude and her first husband, Ed Wright’s ranch and cattle. The banditos killed her husband and she was forced to leave her two year old son Johnny behind. The ordeal lasted for nine days. Micheal Hays did a wonderful job taking us through those nine days of her captivity.
She was known as a horse women and even took care of Pancho Villa’s remuda when he organized his raid on Columbus, New Mexico in March of 1916. When the raid was over she asked Pancho Villa’s permission to leave. He only asked what direction. She replied Norte and was allowed to head out.
She eventually married Will Medders and settled outside of Mountainair, in the little house we call the Medders place. After the presentation we gained a ton more interesting information from Maude’s grandson Bill Luther. His mother was Ruth Medders. David has known Bill for a very long time but never knew Bill was Maude’s grandson. He told us Maude had 8 kids one of which is still living. (Johnny,Pearl, Ruth, Bill, Harold, Lulu are the ones I can remember!). Maude’s son Harold Medders was a great friend of the Cain family. David has tons of memories from his childhood involving Harold!
Bill told us that Maude was named Maude S, after her parents best mule. We learned Harold and Bill Luther married sisters. We also learned that Betty Lovato was Pearl Medders daughter. All people that mean very little to most of you reading this but I needed to write it down so I could recall it at some future date!
Maude’s motto was complaining doesn’t paint a pretty picture.
We painted a beautiful picture with the rest of our day as we saddled up and rode our horses. We went and showed the kids where Harold had told us there once was a full size baseball diamond. No complaining here.
The mania has begun at our house. We are so excited about our trip to visit with some mice. I once read somewhere that sometimes the anticipation is as fun as the event itself. So, today, we are building some amazing excitement with the countdown we created.
The above picture is very unusual, as I generally do not allow things on my fridge.
The next step to get us “rolling” was to deal with the change we have been savings for our Disney get away. Our family has been savings our change since our last Disney trip, patiently awaiting another go around.
This was a family project, and the truth is it is probably worth the money the coin machine charges! Once the shoebox was loaded, I couldn’t lift it! We have saved $577.00 in pennies, nickels,dimes, and quarters. Not to shabby.
The weekend has flown past again, while we wondered what happened to it. We were suppose to go to a kids rodeo, but it was canceled due to rain. We received 1.1 inches of rain in the last week. (This did make it interesting getting up my dirt road). We decided to use Saturday, to get some groceries and visit our beloved neighbor GG.
We drove to Albuquerque to see GG, she had a stroke a couple of months ago and has been in and out of the hospital ever since. She is so tough and fighting to get better, it is very difficult to see her body failing when her mind is still so sharp. It is so depressing to think she will never come back here and we will never have her as a neighbor again. We snatched groceries, and high tailed it home to get ready for trick or treating.
Dalli was Cleopatra originally, but changed to a bat. MJ was Cinderella and changed to Carrie Ingalls! We made quick work of Limit street, in the town of Mountainair. The kids rode on a trailer filled with hay, and hopped on and off to gather sweets. The kids faded rapidly, complaining they were tired, cold, and their bags were too heavy! MJ was super excited to get to trick or treat at two of her teachers houses!
Sunday brought some much needed rest and relaxation. A nice chat with my dad who wanted to make sure we bet on the Denver/Green Bay game. We decided on $20 as he didn’t want me to have to go into debt defending my Broncos!
Dad, is the check in the mail?
It has been one of those whirl wind weeks, where all you can do sometimes is hang on. The clinic was extremely busy for late October. I also had to incorporate parent teacher conferences into the week. We were able to easily clear that hurdle. So, my much deserved relaxing weekend was in view, until we sold the calves on Wednesday with a delivery clause! There went my weekend. So Friday night, my dad showed up with a trailer and we were set to head north in the morning.
David and I saddled up, and headed out at sunset, to gather the calves. We were able to gather them successfully, with no drama from us or the cattle. We must be maturing, we usually don’t get along that well working cattle. (maybe he was nicer cause I was all he had) All went well and they were sexed and weighed, and we were ready and waiting when the brand inspector arrived. I was a little worried when my dad was working the steer gate, he doesn’t move like he use to, and I was so nervous that he wouldn’t get that gate opened in time, and we would be back to square one. But he didn’t miss even one!
So it was off to God’s country to deliver our beautiful calves to Folsom, New Mexico. Up early this morning to power wash trailer and head back home to start another crazy week tomorrow.
For the most part, living on the ranch is hard satisfying work but bearable, much like breaking in a new pair of adorable shoes, painful but worth it. There are those times however, when the bliss of entering a grocery store and not knowing or caring how that package of hamburger got there seems like a welcome alternative.
This is that time of year. We have been calving heifers for what seems like eternity, but is actually a couple of weeks. This consists of rising in the night to make sure none of these first time moms is having any difficulty delivering there babies. If they are, we help, usually at some God awful time of night, in the frigid cold.
It is generally acknowledged that the female is the brightest in most species, cats,dogs,horses,humans, etc. This rule of thumb, unfortunately doesn’t apply to the female first time cow. These heifers are so silly, snorty, relatively uncooraporative, and unappreciative of the help we are bestowing upon them. Then, when you do provide them with assistance, you sit huddled and praying that she will begin to accept (read lick and clean here) her baby, not walk off and abandon it, leave it to freeze, or stomp on it.
So, I am off to pull the covers over my head, and hope that unlike last night, tonight will bring no drama from the soon to be mamas!