The toughness of those in that generation that left everything and came over here is incredible.
The adversity they faced and never missed a beat. Today we would be whining and refuse to face another day.
We used to make up stories about our grandmother based on the picture I have enclosed. Just silly kids. This was the one picture my mother was given when she finally found her brother in 1933.
To us she was a real life Annie Oakley. When I took mom to MT to her birthplace, we were able to visit with those that had known her. One man,98 years old, clear as a bell,had been one of her pallbearers.
My grandmother's days many times consisted of riding the range all day with two small children. My mom a baby, and her brother 3 years old on a pony tied to his mother's horse. The way she is dressed was typical garb for her, complete with the gun. It was said she was a crack shot. She needed the guns for snakes,both crawling and the two legged variety. No one doubted she would use it.
And we worry about a little gas price increase.
It was so interesting to learn the personal things about her parents. My siblings and I grew up hearing when times got tough, "Stand Fast Never Waver". When in MT we learned that was carved in a sign that hung over the door to the ranch house. My mother must have heard this as a child and remembered without knowing where the memory came from
