Here's one of my favorites by Royal Wade Kimes. This is a truly wonderful, down to earth and genuine man. My dad first heard his music a couple years ago on XM. He ordered a few cd's, really liked what he heard and bought them all. Apparently Wade likes to contact folks who buy his music, get feedback, chat and what have you. My dad's quite a chatty fellow and they hit it off. From time to time Wade calls my dad and they chat like long lost friends. I think it's really neat that they've formed a friendship through a love of music and like mindedness. I just love Wade's music, he's a lot like a modern day Marty Robbins. So here's I'm an Ole Song by Royal Wade Kimes. And here's a link to the video
I'm an ole song just hangin' around
I'm an ole song, wrote in this town
Talk about love, the living of life
I'm an ole song someone had to write
CH.
Talk about love, talk about pain
Talk about sunshine talk about rain
Helped that poor man down his lonely road
You can hear me on your radio
I can take you home, I'm A Ole Song
I'm An Ole Song I can be your freind
Down and out play me again
I'll dry your tears help you with your trials
I'm An Ole Song I can make you smile
Repeat Ch.
Tag
I can take you home I'm An Ole Song
I can take you home I'm An Ole Song
Scorup Cabin
Monday, June 30, 2014
A Touching Story
Today I met an old man. As kind of a fellow as ever I've met, his brother was the same. (I may have a soft spot for old guys being as how I no longer have a grandpa of my own.) These guys live in the town just to the south of us, 1 of only 4 in the county. Today we helped them string a hot wire fence around a meadow to keep the cows from over grazing it anymore than it was. I had the luxury of getting to chat with them several times throughout the day. But as we were wrapping things up I got a truly special treat.
I don't know what caused the man to tell me, a stranger such a special story but I feel so blessed that he felt he could share. I had caught him on several occasions gazing at the rocky outcropping on the other side of the canyon. On a trip by with some fence testers he stopped me with an unbelievable tale that brought tears to my eyes.
Somewhere on near 40 years ago, his memory isn't what it used to be, was the year his father was killed. He was out riding the canyon checking on cows. He'd been depressed over losing his father and overwhelmed with having inherited the ranch. The day was incredibly cloudy, the sun completely hidden from view. When all of a sudden the clouds broke and a ray of sunshine lit on a rock. There on the rock stood a man in white, his feet not touching anything. He faced the man on the horse but stood pointing towards home. The man knew his wife was further down the canyon and rushed to find her so he could show her this miracle. He watched the man in white all the while. When he finally reached his wife the sun was gone and so was the man. In his heart he knew that was his father.
By this time tears were streaming quietly down my face and I couldn't have talked if I'd wanted to. I couldn't process the enormity of what I had just heard. How amazing! When I could finally talk again I told him that must have been an incredibly special moment for him. That it's unfathomable that people can not believe in anything when you hear stories like that. I could tell from his expression that that moment was forever seared into his memory. One final goodbye. I still get teary eyed thinking about it.
The fact that this man whom I'd only just met felt comfortable enough with me to share something so special cemented within me that I'm doing what I should be doing. I know we all wish to make a difference in life. It's my goal to bridge a gap that some see as unattainable. It could just be my ego, but I think that old man respected me for working right along with the men all day. I don't have to change the opinions of thousands, but if I can make a change for the positive in a few I've done more than most.
I don't know what caused the man to tell me, a stranger such a special story but I feel so blessed that he felt he could share. I had caught him on several occasions gazing at the rocky outcropping on the other side of the canyon. On a trip by with some fence testers he stopped me with an unbelievable tale that brought tears to my eyes.
Somewhere on near 40 years ago, his memory isn't what it used to be, was the year his father was killed. He was out riding the canyon checking on cows. He'd been depressed over losing his father and overwhelmed with having inherited the ranch. The day was incredibly cloudy, the sun completely hidden from view. When all of a sudden the clouds broke and a ray of sunshine lit on a rock. There on the rock stood a man in white, his feet not touching anything. He faced the man on the horse but stood pointing towards home. The man knew his wife was further down the canyon and rushed to find her so he could show her this miracle. He watched the man in white all the while. When he finally reached his wife the sun was gone and so was the man. In his heart he knew that was his father.
By this time tears were streaming quietly down my face and I couldn't have talked if I'd wanted to. I couldn't process the enormity of what I had just heard. How amazing! When I could finally talk again I told him that must have been an incredibly special moment for him. That it's unfathomable that people can not believe in anything when you hear stories like that. I could tell from his expression that that moment was forever seared into his memory. One final goodbye. I still get teary eyed thinking about it.
The fact that this man whom I'd only just met felt comfortable enough with me to share something so special cemented within me that I'm doing what I should be doing. I know we all wish to make a difference in life. It's my goal to bridge a gap that some see as unattainable. It could just be my ego, but I think that old man respected me for working right along with the men all day. I don't have to change the opinions of thousands, but if I can make a change for the positive in a few I've done more than most.
Xo Loves,
Me
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Home
Where are you from? Where do you call home?
Such an easy question can at times be difficult to answer. When I was younger in the span of 3 years, I had moved 9 times. Good thing I had a PO Box, because that would have been a lot of address changes. I used to joke that I never got called in for jury duty because they could never track me down, but seriously it's probably true. Most recently I moved to Utah from Oregon. Most of my animals are in California, the majority of my belongings are in Oregon, the necessities here with me in Utah. Where am I from you ask? I guess I don't know. I think it's a Jason Boland song that says, "I have a harmless habit of being fine wherever I am". That pretty much sums up my life.
Yesterday I called to try and get internet at my house. He needed an address, only I truly do not have one. We don't pay our own utilities, just a flat rate to the government which comes out of our checks. There's no address on the agreement I signed and we can't get mail here. The man asked if I could ask a neighbor. Umm, if I don't have an address I probably don't have neighbors either. He really couldn't understand the concept.
One of my roommates constantly complains of being bored, granted she also doesn't have a car having flown here from the East Coast. I have yet to feel that way. Quite the contrary, I've felt rushed for time since I got here. Having so much to get done each day that I rarely go to bed on time. Of course I can probably count on 2 hands the number of times I've truly been bored in life. I'm easily amused. I've been here for almost 2 weeks now and it still feels like a dream. I can't get over the fact that I finally graduated and now have 3 degrees. I'm getting spoiled by the high country, where 85 is considered hot. Try as I may, I can't avoid the effect of the sun. Slowly deepening the color of my skin. My hands haven't been this dark in years. I love it all.
I fully embrace the old saying, "Home is where you hang your hat".
Such an easy question can at times be difficult to answer. When I was younger in the span of 3 years, I had moved 9 times. Good thing I had a PO Box, because that would have been a lot of address changes. I used to joke that I never got called in for jury duty because they could never track me down, but seriously it's probably true. Most recently I moved to Utah from Oregon. Most of my animals are in California, the majority of my belongings are in Oregon, the necessities here with me in Utah. Where am I from you ask? I guess I don't know. I think it's a Jason Boland song that says, "I have a harmless habit of being fine wherever I am". That pretty much sums up my life.
Yesterday I called to try and get internet at my house. He needed an address, only I truly do not have one. We don't pay our own utilities, just a flat rate to the government which comes out of our checks. There's no address on the agreement I signed and we can't get mail here. The man asked if I could ask a neighbor. Umm, if I don't have an address I probably don't have neighbors either. He really couldn't understand the concept.
One of my roommates constantly complains of being bored, granted she also doesn't have a car having flown here from the East Coast. I have yet to feel that way. Quite the contrary, I've felt rushed for time since I got here. Having so much to get done each day that I rarely go to bed on time. Of course I can probably count on 2 hands the number of times I've truly been bored in life. I'm easily amused. I've been here for almost 2 weeks now and it still feels like a dream. I can't get over the fact that I finally graduated and now have 3 degrees. I'm getting spoiled by the high country, where 85 is considered hot. Try as I may, I can't avoid the effect of the sun. Slowly deepening the color of my skin. My hands haven't been this dark in years. I love it all.
I fully embrace the old saying, "Home is where you hang your hat".
Xo Loves,
Me
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