Montie’s story

The Story of Montie Gertrude McBride Rockwell

by Montie Rockwell

I was born on February 6, 1886 at Doan’s Crossing, Texas, fifteen miles north of Vernon, Texas, where the long drive of longhorn cattle crossed the Red River going north to market from north (sic) Texas and Mexico.  In those days there were no trucks or cars.  Everything was done on a horse, on foot, or by horse-drawn vehicles.  The cowboy’s life was anything but a bed of roses!  On those long drives there was drought, floods, lightning and thunderstorms to frighten the cattle, making them stampede.  Only by going to the front of the here or line and getting the cattle to circling could the boys get the cattle to bunch up and settle down.  Boys even lost their lives in the operation. Continue reading “Montie’s story”

Horses I have known

Horses I have known

by Montie Rockwell

Montie and hrose
Montie McBride

In the years so long ago, a horse was our mode of transportation.  You had a horse or you walked.  There were no vehicles then.  No cars, no trucks, no tractors.  Everything was horsedrawn or maybe drawn by oxen, which was a slow way to go.  In my life many horses have come and gone. Continue reading “Horses I have known”

Making a new top

Occasionally while tramping through some wooded area I’ve noticed trees that form a right angle then another in their trunk.  Think of the shape from foot to head of someone sitting in a chair.  I’ve never understood what would make a tree do that but I may now have at least one answer. Continue reading “Making a new top”

The sheriff

In my travel post last week I neglected to mention Sheriff Dave Clarke   He is the sheriff of Milwaukee County and was one of the panelists at several of the National Review sessions.  He gained nation attention with a campaign ad where he told people to learn to defend themselves until the police got there.  The amphibious left shrieked in horror and accused him of promoting gun violence.  Joyce is a fan because he has stood his ground and not knuckled under to the toads but doubled down on supporting police and accusing criminals of, well, criminality. Continue reading “The sheriff”