Drifter


geneWe have a good friend named Gene Smith. (AKA; Drifter, Butch, Tootsie).  Drifter passed from this life 3 years past

His personality while on earth was enormous, his love of life immense.  We loved him, still love him.

His wife; Gretchen of the warm and lovely laugh, has had a surprise party for him every year on his birthday since.  Drifter is always there, although I am pretty sure he is no longer surprised.  He is there in the stories of his friends who will always remember him, in the smiles of the bikers, the shooters, the reenactors and all the friends, neighbors and family who had the honor to call him their pard.

We look forward to this years’ celebration in May… be ready.

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Sunrise. Warm Sunrise…


Old West Limited Edition Fine Art Photograph Rifle Pistol and Cowboy Spurs by James F. SadlerCattle Drive Open Range Sunset by Patrick Rahming

Our Friend Lonesome Ron


ronWe have a musical friend called Lonesome Ron.  He is the kind of fella that is always there if needed.  The kind of friend that we don’t often see, and when we do, he is just all Ron once again.  He remembers every-ones birthday (even my daughter’s!)  and sends a musical greeting of his own device.

He is kind, tall, and good.  We very much like Ron!

Ron is talented, he yodels, he sings cowboy songs, jazz, rock. he plays a bass, a guitar, a mandolin, and more than likely many more instruments.

Well all, Our Lonesome Ron has released his first CD and his having a release party this weekend.  I wish we could go, but we are at a family event that night.  But y’all  if you are in the Mankato area on March 28th, stop in, your time will be well spent!!!ron cd release

We can feel Summer in our bones!


First we will enjoy Spring!  Today is the first calendar day of Spring, Spring!!  Here at Lost Creek we have waited for the first few days of warmth, those hope filled days where we turn our faces to the sun and blink, like animals who hibernate through the long winter!  Wait!!!  That is us, we do hibernate.

We have dreams of driving down hot, dusty roads; through cornfields, past watery ditches, along side meadows of wild flowers.  We have dreams of mailboxes standing sentry at the end of lanes.  We have dreams of warm days and nights, with stars shining outside our tent door, and the sounds of laughter at nearby campfires.

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No More Hurdy Gurdy


Today in history…
Today in 1885; Montana Territory- the legislature banned “pernicious hurdy-gurdy” houses.  Well then…

despair of the dovesFor all the romance, for all the movie representations about Spoiled Doves. we can name more stories of the pain of prostitution.  Often a needed way to make money for women of the old west, prostitution was a dangerous and life sapping activity.  Women were subject to beatings, disease, overwork and early death.  Many women imported from other countries, were held as slaves dependent on their “owners”  to survive.  Their lives were sad and rough, Women from an early age entered into this system, starting in youth as a featured member of the house and often ending; older and worn out, in back alley cribs.

Widows, daughters, poor destitute women were  soilded doveforced due to circumstances to turn to prostitution to survive.  There were few ways for a woman to make money, teaching, store keeping, millinery and prostitution were primary income sources, and the “good” jobs where few.

Upon the shoulders of these outcast ladies; great parts of our country were built.

Our hats are off to honor them!

 

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