Hope all your holidays were magical!
Hope all your holidays were magical!
Winter in Wyoming
“It’s winter in Wyoming,
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Wyoming,
When the snow’s up to your butt,
You take a breath of winter,
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I’ll stick around,
I could never leave Wyoming,
’cause I’m frozen to the ground!”
A lot of folks tell me “Oh, I wish I could live in Wyoming. It is so beautiful!”
And it is. Until it isn’t. Are you tough enough?
“It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.” W.T. Ellis.
I can think of no better entry for this week’s Word Press photo challenge Anticipation.
Wyokiddo eagerly anticipated seeing Santa at school yesterday, patiently waiting on the rug until it was her turn. She is counting down the days to Christmas with zeal.
Another Mama I know eagerly anticipated the arrival of this little guy into their lives.
And I think all of us look forward to 2017 with anticipation and hope.
Did you know a group of pheasants is called a “bouquet?” This country girl would take a bird bouquet over roses any day! Aren’t those tails just beautiful?
It was easy to get in the holiday spirit this morning. As we decorated the tree and Wyokiddo zipped around “helping” me decorate, these big fat flakes started falling. I say let it snow!
“What’s in box?” Brad Pitt asks Morgan Freeman’s character toward the end of the movie Se7en.
I sort of feel like that opening our freezer. I never know what I’ll find. I’ve never found a severed head ala Brad Pitt. But my wildlife biologist/fish culturist/hunter/angler husband has been known to store the odd critter in the frigid depths.
Today it was a pheasant wrapped in newspaper that he plans to have mounted. I’ve also stumbled across chicks, mice, big game capes, random fish parts and internal organs of various flavors.
I bet wives of accountants never have these problems. 🙂
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A golden eagle in a cottonwood tree.
What? You were expecting a partridge? Nah. This is Wyoming!
Earlier this week, a man Stephen C. Reiman died in a Wyoming hospital. He had no visitors and no one to claim his body. His nursing staff knew little about him, other than he was a Vietnam veteran and liked Bruce Springsteen. Mr. Reiman had come to Wyoming via California, and had only been in our state for a few weeks. No family could be found at first. The Natrona County coroner arranged to have Stephen Carl Reiman buried with full military honors at the Oregon Trail National Veteran’s Cemetery, but feared no one would attend. So the call went out via Wyoming news outlets for folks to attend this hero’s funeral and to give an unknown veteran one last great salute.
Wyoming answered that call, as did folks from neighboring states. More than 2,000 people showed up to bury the sailor. Fellow veterans, active-duty personnel, doctors, nurses, ranchers, business owners, law enforcement officers and every day citizens gathered in Casper, Wyoming, to honor a man they never met. It was standing room only in the chapel, and folks lined the streets for the funeral procession. They braved nasty roads and stood in the cold and the snow because they felt it was the right thing to do.
Each time I read an article or see photos from this beautiful demonstration of humanity, I am brought to tears.
My state, and many of her citizens, have been labeled as deplorable during the election season. But on this day, Wyoming proved it is anything but. Our citizens showed their kindness, gratitude and compassion to a man they’ve never met. On “Giving Tuesday,” the people of Wyoming gave thanks for the life of a stranger that served our country. Mr. Reiman might have died with only his nurses at his side. But he was buried as one of Wyoming’s own.
God bless you, Sailor Reiman. May you finally find your peace.