(May 15)—We need a rain. But not near as bad as they do if you go west 150 miles. Actually, Woodward is somewhat of a dividing line. East of Woodward they have been getting some rain right along. But the farther you go west of Woodward, the drier it gets. Rain is such an important item to our survival for both farmers and ranchers. It has been tough, then coupled with the fact of the cattle market falling—it has made it even more challenging.
One older farmer was in the coffee shop this morning. He made the statement that wheat always looks the sorriest right before it heads out. I said, “Yeah, particularly if it hasn’t rained for several months.”
I guess you know you are getting older whenever you hate the thought of another birthday. Well, mine rolled around again the other day. Some of my family had noticed on Facebook that both of my older boys had said some very nice things about hoping I had a good day and they appreciated what I had done. This was, to say the least, unusual. I had to agree with my family when they said, “You might ought to check your vehicles and see if they have dented them up over the weekend,” as they thought their comments were a little out of character. So far, I haven’t found any dents yet but I am still looking. I am not so old, though, that I can’t remember when my brother was chasing me thought the house as a teenager. As I ran in the bathroom I slammed door, and his fist came though the front part of the wooden door. Immediately, we were friends and were trying to figure out what to do to fix the door before Dad and Mom got home. So we found a picture of Jesus and put it over the hole on the bathroom door. Then we put another picture across the hall so it wouldn’t look so obvious. They soon came home and Mom said to Dad, “Look how nice these boys are! They put up a picture of Jesus.” About a month went by before Mom thought that wasn’t a real good place for a Jesus picture and then discovered the hole. Oh well. It worked for a while.
Editor’s note: Jerry Nine, Woodward, Okla., is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Laverne, Okla.
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