CHRISTMAS LETTER 2016

Christmas letters seem to be the way a lot of people keep in touch, and letters can be more personal than Christmas cards. We always look forward to receiving these Christmas letters from friends and family. They give us news and updates on jobs and new babies, weddings, deaths, and other information that we may not have had a chance to get any other way. However, these letters sometimes seem to be a little “braggy” and I wonder if things are really as rosy as the letters make them look. Because of that I decided to share a letter that I would love to send out to our acquaintances. 

Dear family and friends:

It is that time of year again when we look back and marvel at the things that have gone on in our lives. I know you are interested and I will try to keep it short, but we have had some great experiences:

I noticed in some of the news letters that we have received that many of our friends and families have been on cruises this past year. It’s so fun to read about your trip, all the places you went to, and to see some of the pictures you shared. Boyd and I had the opportunity to go over to Driggs not too long ago. The fall colors were beautiful, but we didn’t stop to take any pictures. The road going up over the Pine Creek Pass is not one you can use the cruise control on, so I guess that wouldn‘t be considered a cruise.  However, it was an enjoyable trip.

Last winter Uncle George got the flu and was really sick. One day, while leaning over the toilet and sending his dinner down to the septic tank, his false teeth popped out and went down with everything else.  Well, he and Aunt Mabel called the plumber. It was a weekend and night time, but the plumber came right out, took pipes apart and was able to find Uncle George’s teeth. Aunt Mabel told Uncle George he couldn’t put those teeth in his mouth until they were sterilized, so she put them in a pan of water and set it to boiling. Uncle George still hasn’t forgiven her for ruining a good pair of false teeth. He wasn’t real happy about the bill he got from the plumber either, but his new teeth look good.

Just about Easter time I was reading a story about rabbits to some of the grandchildren. After the story, Grandpa and I got them in the pickup and took them for a ride. I noticed four-year-old Chantelle really looking Grandpa over, and all of a sudden she gasped and said, “Grandpa! You are turning into a rabbit. You have hair in your nose and in your ears.” We enjoyed that moment as we wondered if this was evolution or just us getting older.

You all are aware of the challenges Fred has faced the last decade. We are pleased to inform you that he was released from jail a few weeks ago. He said the food was a lot better this time than when he spent time there last, which made his stay more tolerable. And he was able to get his GED while there.

Joan is going to try to get a job at the Youth Training Center as a cook or janitor. She figures if she can do that she will be available when little Johnnie is committed, as she is sure he is working toward commitment.

Arnold was in a fight and knocked a fellow out. The fellow hit Arnold hard in the jaw, knocking two teeth out which Arnold swallowed. At the hospital they gave him something to help him pass those teeth, and sure enough he did. They gave the teeth back to him and he had them implanted. He claims he now has a reason for his language as I’ve always told him he had a dirty mouth. He loves to tell everyone about this, but I don’t think his girlfriend has let him kiss her since the implants were put in.

At church recently a speaker talked about the importance of positive thinking. It made me look back and think of challenges this past year. We are so pleased with the upbeat and positive way each member of our family is facing the challenges they have.

We sure hope all of you have a Merry Christmas and look forward, as we do, to a wonderful New Year and more exciting happenings.

DIVERSITY

What is diversity? I think we probably live around a lot more of it than we realize. This past summer we, as a family, met at the ranch for a Boyd Schwieder family reunion. As I look back on the good time we had, the fun and play we enjoyed and the wonderful meals we ate, I marvel. We are quite a diverse group of people.

            In this group there are:

• ·         Two old fogies, (Boyd and I), then our children, their children, and the great grandchildren. That’s diverse in itself:
•          We all have our own interests and activities we participate in.  Some are sports minded, some love the outdoors with camping, hiking, and hunting. We have seamstresses, those who work with wood, a glass blower, and a few runners. We have those who are active in our church, those who are inactive, those who claim to have no religious affiliation, and those who don’t care.
• ·         We have addicts, recovering and active. There are those who smoke and drink and many who don’t but respect the rights of others to choose. We even have those who have spent time in jail.
•          We have talents such as music, art, glass blowing, photography, computer technology, crafts, yard work, and many others.
• ·         We have a member of the LGBT group,
• ·         We have tattoos, body piercings,
• ·         There’s a big difference in education from one granddaughter who is an attorney to another one who is studying to get her GED. We are as proud of one as of the other. We have college graduates and those who are self-taught. We have two with master’s degrees in psychology and are working as counselors. We have a CNA, a CPA, and a graphic artist. We have Doug who travels to Antarctica to work for six months out of every year and Jon who works with us on the farm. We have farmers, builders, a bar tender, and workers at INL. All of our family are good workers and have no problem finding jobs.
• ·         We also have witnessed members of the family struggle through divorces, seen children torn because of that.
• ·         We have members who have struggled with cancer, some are diabetics. There are those with high-blood pressure, others on antidepressants and anti anxiety medications, some cases of autism and autoimmune diseases. Mental illness is not a stranger to our family. There are those of us who are overweight, and then some who could use a bit more weight. We have had one son die, which affected all of us.
• ·         There are those who have served in the military and one who is still serving in active duty.
• ·         There is one Native American in our group and an African American child and also an African American significant other. But you would never know of this diversity to be in the group who met at the ranch this summer. Our African American child and SO weren’t able to come, but when the child came to a wedding a year ago he was accepted along with everyone else.
• ·         We have Democrats and Republicans and those who don’t like either party.
• ·         We stretch from Boston, Massachusetts to Vancouver, Washington to Antarctica. Right now, our grandson who is in the military is state side, but we don’t know how long that will last.

Not everyone is able to attend, but we get a good group when we have these reunions. When we
get together, we are a family who cares and loves each other. I know that if I ever needed any one of them, they would do what they could to help me. And they would do the same for other members of the family. It is interesting as our family gets together how we blend. No one ever complains when we pray before each meal. No one brings out another’s difference or problem. Nearly everyone sings along when son’s- in-law Asa and Ken get out their guitars in the evening and start to play. There were no restrictions when we had a water fight. Everyone was treated equally and got to be doused with water, except for Boyd and me. There are hugs as people show up to the reunion, and hugs as we leave. There are words of encouragement toward each other, questions about what is going on in other’s lives.

We have been blessed with a good family of hard workers who love us even with our imperfections. We pray for them as they struggle, encourage them as they try, and are proud of them as they succeed.

What would the world be like if we could all accept diversity and love those who are different from us? Maybe looking at the diversity in our own families will help us realize our family is no different than the world we live in. At this time of the year when we are looking for things to be thankful for, I especially appreciate our family and all of our diversities!

RESPECT

RESPECT

           

I remember with fondness some of the adults in my life when I was a child. One of those adults was the janitor at our school, a Mr. Southwick. He was always in the building and available in case he was needed. He was busy cleaning up our messes but had a space in the basement of the school by the furnace that he fixed up with a rug, a rocking chair and a lamp where he could sit when things were slow. I know if any of us ventured down into his private area, he took the time to talk with us. One of the jobs we could do after school was take the erasers used to clean the blackboards down into the basement and run a machine that cleaned them. I always liked to do that job if I could, because that would take me to the janitors special place and I might have a chance to visit with him. He could be gruff at times, but his gruffness didn’t bother me. He was a person I respected, not because my parents told me I had to but because he earned that respect by treating me fairly.

Dad often had Mexicans working for him during harvest. I loved to be around those people and listen to them as they talked. Their language sounded like music to my ears. Very few of these people could speak English but Mom and Dad worked with these laborers, and taught us to respect them.

The same with the sheepherders that Dad hired each summer. Although we were told not to bother them nor go into the sheep camp at any time, we were able to look at them as people doing their job and doing it well. These men lived with the sheep in a sheep camp up in the hills away from other people. They kept Dad’s flock of sheep where they should be, and kept predators away. The sheepherders would look scary to a child, because they didn’t bathe often nor wash their clothes. But they were kind and gentle men. My parents taught, through example, to respect all of these workers for the work they did

As I got older and started working at different jobs, I found there were people who were easy to respect and others that I had to work to do it. I found that often, because of my early experience with our school janitor, I could easily respect the janitors in places where I worked. Not everyone felt the same way and often treated these people as being beneath them. I always enjoyed visiting with them, and many times helped in some of their work as we talked, because that is what I had been taught – by example.

We are living in a time when respect of anyone or their property is not visible. We have had vandals at our ranch, we have had people drive pickups and four-wheelers through muddy fields, destroying crops. But the destruction of someone’s reputation or name because of differences in beliefs and opinions is probably the worst form of disrespect that we are witnessing. There is no longer respect shown for people in authority – teachers, police officials, firemen, etc. And there seems to be no respect for parents from the children. No leniency for someone different. This lack of respect is exhibited in both adults and children – possibly the children are learning from the example of the adults they are around.

I am concerned at the lack of respect the people in the United States show elected officials. I remember a cousin of mine telling of going to a gathering in Arizona where the President of the United States was speaking. He was excited to be going. He admitted that he hadn’t voted for this president, but he said, “He is the President of the United States and I respect him because of the office the holds.”

The political scene this past year has deteriorated to the point that I’m embarrassed at the way the candidates speak to and about each other as they are campaigning. There certainly is no respect shown. There seems to be a “no holds barred” attitude as the candidates speak rudely about each other. The fact that they also attack each other’s family is hard for me to understand.

We have a problem with disrespect. We want our children to learn to respect those in authority, but we feel free to criticize those same people. I’m hoping we can see our way out of the mess we have created.

THE FARMING GAME

         Fall grandeur at ranch

         My granddaughter, Kira, has a game called “The Farming Game” that she loves to play. And she is good at it. In this game the participants buy and sell agricultural commodities such as hay, grain, beans, fruit, cows, pigs, sheep, etc. They can get loans from the bank, using some of their farm ground as collateral. They have to pay taxes, pay for equipment, face crop loss due to drought, hail, or other weather problems, and lose livestock because of illness or predators. They can increase their herds and buy more ground if a neighbor decides to down-size or go out of business.

            Kira is always trying to get someone to play this game with her. She has played so often that she seldom loses.  The problem with playing this game with Kira, or anyone else for that matter, is that it is so much like what we do every day that to us it isn’t much of a game.

            You should hear Kira groan when she has to sell some livestock or crop because she has an equipment breakdown, a payment due or an increased tax assessment. That groaning isn’t much different from the groans I hear when Boyd goes through his tax assessment every year, or some equipment breaks down at a crucial time.  If Kira lands on a place on the game board that tells her some of her crop has been destroyed by hail, she is not happy, might even cry. When Boyd looks over his crops after a hail or wind storm, he is not happy. Although he doesn’t cry I’m sure he feels like it.

            Each time a player passes a certain spot on the game board they collect a preset amount of money, kind of like in the Monopoly game. In the real game of farming, there doesn’t seem to be a set amount of money waiting when a cycle has been completed. In fact, many times there are more payments, more repairs, and more ways of draining money from the pocket. More reasons for groaning and crying.

            One thing the board game doesn’t show is the joy of watching the crops grow out in the field. When the first sprouts appear above the soil, it seems like a miracle. The birth of a baby animal is special and not experienced on the board game.

The smells of farming are also missing from this board game. Fresh mown hay is probably my favorite farm scent. Dirt being turned over in the field has its own special odor. Then there are the not so pleasant smells: manure, diesel, oil, and sweat.

            Another thing lacking in the farm game is the sound of farming: the crowing of the rooster at the first light of the morning; the lowing of contented cows; the whinny of the horses as they race each other up and down the pasture; the mooing of the baby calves. There’s also the sound of the equipment as the men are working, plus the sounds of the cussing as the men work to repair something – that is one sound that would make any game X rated if it was used with it.

            I don’t know if a board game could be made to incorporate the sounds and smells of farming; probably would cost a lot of money to do it, but it would make the game more realistic. And aren’t we into “reality” type games anyway?

            So maybe Kira’s idea of getting people to play this board game with her is a way  to introduce people to agriculture. Perhaps that is something we should consider as we are buying gifts for our non-agriculture friends, or entertaining them in our homes. Of course, if we have friends that are highly competitive or emotional, they may get more involved in the game and we may lose them as friends.

WINTER WEATHER

            Looking out the window at the lack of snow this morning I’m transported back to the winter of 1948 - 1949. I must have been in the 4^th grade at the time, going to Ammon Elementary school. My teacher was Mrs. Lavonda Rhodes, my aunt. The snow came hard and heavy and the wind blew a lot that winter. We were in our brick home on Sunnyside Road, had only been there a few years.  The roads became blocked with the drifts, some as high as the bottom pole on the electrical poles. I have pictures of that, so I’m not exaggerating. It seems we were snowed in a lot that year. In order to get to school, runners were put on a hay wagon and a team of horses pulled it through the back fields of all the farm ground. Hay was put on the sled for us to sit on. Dad had to take some of his fences down to enable the sled to get through our place. I don’t know who it was that drove the horses with the sled, but what a fun time. We would be late to school every morning we rode on the sled, get there about 10 a.m. School didn’t start until 9 anyway, so we weren’t too late. Then the sled would be in front of the school at the end of the school day to take us back home. I don’t remember how long that lasted, but when the snow plows finally were able to get through they had a hard time because  the drifts were so high.

            Girls always wore dresses to school back then, and we wore ugly long brown stockings during the winter. Mother even had her girls wear cotton button down the top underwear that the legs reached to our knees. Oh I hated those socks and underwear, but they did help keep me warm. There were times when Mother had us wear a pair of slacks or even some snow pants under our dresses.  I can’t remember hoods on our coats, but we did have scarfs that we tied around our heads, and then knit gloves. Sometimes we had another scarf we would put up over our mouth and nose and tie at the back of our neck, keeping our neck warm too. Our boots went over our shoes.

            As I look back, I can’t remember suffering much from the cold dressed as we were. We didn’t have the insulated underwear they have now, nor down filled coats. I do remember snow pants. They were usually made of wool and were itchy, even though they were over ugly, brown, long stockings and yucky white underwear.

            The days we were snowed in were fun days for us. We would dress up warm, take our sled out and coast off the drifts into the yard. Sometimes we could get Dad to saddle the horse. Them we would take our skis out to the field, strap them on, grab a rope that was tied onto the horse and ski up and down the field. The skis we had just had one leather strap that went around the ski and up over the toe of our boots. Sometimes we could get Dad to pull us on the toboggan with the pickup.

            When we were in the house, I read. Usually we would borrow and trade Nancy Drew books with our cousins and friends, so we had plenty of reading material. I think this is the time when I gained my love for reading and the written word. I could read all day until Mother needed help with something.

            We don’t seem to have the snow storms now that we did then, and when we do the road clearing equipment is so much better than it was, so being snowed in isn’t a common winter event. But those snowed in days were fun-filled memory-making days.

ANIMALS HAVE FEELINGS!

Cattle resting in their winter pasture.

           

            I have heard the comment that “animals are people too.” In my mind that is ridiculous. But I will admit that animals do have feelings and personalities just as humans do.  As we have an opportunity to watch and work with animals every day, we see those things.

            The calves run and jump and play. If they could smile and laugh you know they would when they are doing this. They seem to be playing a game of tag as they run around each other and then race off to the end of the pasture. It's like watching kids out on the school playground.

            A cow that has just lost her calf, though she doesn’t have tears running down her face, will moo in a mournful way. She will stand around the area where the dead calf was last alive; she will sniff the ground around it; she will lay down there, and she will mourn in her bovine way.

            A group of older calves will walk the fence looking for a way to get out. They remind me of teenagers trying to break out of the binding rules and regulations of life. And when a hole or a break in the fence is found, they will all go through. But, unless they are weaned, when mama calls they will run back to her.

            Most cows will become very protective of their new calf as soon as it is born. Some, especially first time mothers, have to be taught to take care of their calves. Maternal love and nurturing does not come natural to every animal nor does it to every human mother. But with care and patience, it can be taught.

            My dad raised sheep and I remember him skinning a dead lamb, putting that hide over an orphan or “bum” lamb that he wanted the distraught mother to adopt. When she smelled the skin of her own baby, she would be more willing to accept the new one.

            Dogs learn to understand what their owner wants them to do, and they develop the ability to communicate with them. Our dog, Spotty, almost seems to talk to us. This time of the year Boyd doesn’t spend the day in the field like he does when he can busy farming. If Spotty thinks it’s time for Boyd to go out, she will start whining as if to say, “Come on, we need to check the cows.” Then when he does go out, she gets in his way of putting his coveralls and boots on because she is so anxious to go out with him. If I have been gone in the car and she has been outside quite a while in the cold, she will meet the car and start whining as soon as I open the door. If I tell her she has to stay outside, she quits the whining and slinks off to pout. If I tell her to be patient and I’ll let her in, she sticks close to me and beats me in the door as soon as I open it.

            Boyd often will refer to the cows according to their personality: that’s the one you have to watch as she will be looking for a way through the fence; there’s one that doesn’t like anyone near her and her baby so you can’t  get an ear tag in the new born very easily; that one has always been a good mother; don’t turn your back on that one or she may plow you down, (she will be sold as soon as possible); there’s the one that likes you to scratch her head. He keeps good records of all of the cows and calves and if he has a question about any of them, he can check his notes in his records.

Being taught by his dad, Boyd has shown his sons how to be gentle and patient in working with cows. Not long ago we loaded some cows to ship and the driver said he had never had such an easy job of loading a herd of cows. I attribute that to the way they are treated here in the corrals and pastures. Yes, there are times they need to be prodded and sometimes smacked on the rear end, but usually patience will get things done faster than force.

            It’s recognizing the human traits in these animals and working with them that make life on the ranch interesting and worthwhile, but those traits don’t make them “people.”

IT TAKES A FARM

         

Grandkids at ranch, learning to rope.

          We’ve all heard the statement “it takes a village to raise a child”. I once attended a meeting where a young man received an award. The person presenting the award asked all those related to the young man to stand and remain standing. Then he asked anyone that had been a teacher in any form for this young man to stand and remain standing. Last he asked everyone who knew the young man to stand. The entire audience had stood by that time. The speaker then pointed out that we all have an influence, whether good or bad, on those around us. I think of  life on the farm/ranch and how it affects children raised there is similar to this. For example:

• ·         The farm/ranch offers the opportunity to learn about life from conception to birth to death. Animals become such a part of the life on the farm, that we don’t often see the lessons they teach us. The motherly instincts kick in at the birth of her newborn. She becomes protective if anything comes within range of her baby that might harm it. She gently nudges it to eat and to go out on its own with the other newborns. She is forever watching and listening. If her baby is sick or dies, she mourns – loud. As her baby gets older, she encourages its independence. Still being protective and watching, she lets it wander further away from her, finding its way in life.
• ·         Owners and their children become attached to their animals. We learn on the farm that animals are animals. Whether it is a horse, a dog, a calf, a cat, a bird, a turtle, or any other animal, they must be taken care of. They are to be fed and watered and medicated and loved. And they die whether from an accident, a disease or old age. That teaches a child about responsibility and about death. On the farm/ranch we learn that sickness and death is unavoidable. We learn that there are joys and sadness, and, so we learn to deal with it.
• ·         The seasons of the year become our friends as we learn from them. Right now, winter, when it is cold and snow covers the ground, we learn the importance of the ground resting and replenishing its water supply. We learn the importance of patience and rest for our own bodies to replenish its strength for when the days are longer and the work harder.
• ·         Spring brings the promise of new life not only for animals but within the soil. It is the time for preparing the soil and sowing the seeds. It’s the time for mending fences in preparation for moving cattle. We realize that mending fences is also important in our association with others
• ·         Summers are busy with irrigating, weeding, mowing lawns, and working to make things beautiful and create a crop. We learn hard work, getting up early in the morning and working until late at night, setting priorities over activities away from the farm versus responsibilities on the farm.
• ·         Fall brings harvest and the results of the spring and summer work. Sometimes it is a disaster because of weather or disease, other times it is like hitting the jackpot with beautiful crops, cows and calves that have had enough to eat and drink and thus look good. It is a time for being thankful for blessings, for storing food for animals and humans. For taking stock and looking forward to another year.

Yes, the farm/ranch life is about setting goals and working toward fulfilling them. It’s about budgeting, or at least knowing what money you have to work with to pay bills and wages to workers. It’s about using time wisely knowing there is only so much time to get the spring crop in, only so much time to harvest, only so much time in a day. It’s about treating animals kindly, watching for problems before they become too big to handle. It’s about helping neighbors when they need help and accepting help from neighbors when necessary. It’s about watching the sun rise and appreciating the beauty of it. It’s about watching the sunset and, though worn out from physical labor, appreciating that beauty. It’s about treating everyone as you want to be treated.

These are just some of the things the farm/ranch can teach a child. These things can be learned away from the farm, but it seems to come more natural on the farm. At least they did for this farm girl.