The Good Old Days

I have been sharing old posts this last month and this one made me laugh. Yes, I did live in the Good Old Days…and I have been wishing lately I could go back in time, at least for a little while.


Pat and Sherry Craig Bruneau, ID about 1953 Pat and Sherry Craig
Bruneau, ID about 1953

I don’t think of myself as having been born and raised in the “Good Old Days.”  That was my parents and grandparents generations, right?  They lived in the horse and buggy days, the “Little House on The Prairie” days.

My generation has always had all the conveniences of the modern age.  We’ve always had indoor plumbing, refrigerators, running water, and electricity.  We’ve always had modern washers and dryers, telephones, and TV.  That’s the way it seemed to me.

I ran across this picture of my sister Pat and I playing in this old wash tub in front of our house in Bruneau, ID.  I knew I could write a story or poem about that picture, so I called Dad to get a little history on it.

Guess what?  We were not playing, we were bathing!  In a tub like I used to…

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My Sister Patsy

I had to share this post again because it is my sister Pat’s birthday today. Happy Birthday to my forever best friend! Love you Patsy.


283 Harriett, Jim, Patsy, and Sherry Craig

Today is your birthday. You are——–Oh well, it doesn’t really matter how old you are.  Everyone knows you are older than me.  You may be prettier, smarter, taller, and skinnier, but that doesn’t bother me.  That’s because no matter what you do, you are, and alwayswill be older than me!

All kidding aside, I’m glad you are my sister.

What is a sister?  Well, to me, she was the  first friend I ever had.  She is the person that shares most of the same memories I do. We had the same great parents.  We loved the same pets.  My sister and I made mud pies together, played paper-dolls together, went fishing, sledding, and riding together.  We played Annie, Annie over, and King of the mountain (on old manure piles) together. We made tepees out of old willows down by the creek and played Indians. We…

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Tilling the Garden

It’s funny sometimes how a picture can stir up so many emotions, and take you back not only to your childhood, but back to a time before your time. That is what this picture does for me.

That is my father, Jim Craig on the plow, and my Uncle Bob Craig on the horse. Bob looks like he is about 6 or7 years old, which would make my dad about 16 or 17. This was on the home ranch in Bruneau, ID.

I can notice and feel so many little things in this photo. First off is the love between these brothers. There was a pretty big age gap between them. More often than not that can mean siblings don’t share a very close bond growing up. I don’t think that is the case here. I have a lot of photographic evidence and family stories that seems to support my view.

Second is the actual tilling of the garden. This could not have been that easy of a job. I am pretty sure the hanky sticking out of my dad’s pocket was used to wipe the sweat off his brow. Uncle Bob’s job guiding the horse would have been my choice!

Third is that little garden gate. I don’t have any memories of that gate, but maybe there is something buried in my subconscious. It stirs up feelings of comfort and home and a longing to return to my beginnings.

Fourth is that line of trees in the background. Correct me Bruneau friends if I am wrong, but I think Dad told me they were poplar trees. These do take me back to my childhood memories of the tree lined lane leading to the house. I can remember my sister’s pony, Tootsie, running away with me down that lane, and me crying hysterically. In truth she was probably barely trotting, But my dad, my hero, saved me!

It doesn’t matter where I am at, when I see these trees, I am immediately transported back to my early childhood, to memories of the love of my mom and dad, and sister, my grandparents, greatgrandparents, Aunt Effie and Uncle Al, and lifelong friends of the Bruneau community. And that is a very special place to be.

My Uncle Bob

This post is from a little over 5 years ago. I will be sharing a few of his rodeo photos on another post soon. Love you Uncle Bob!


img_0845 (2) Bob Craig, Bruneau, ID

Today is my Uncle Bob’s 81st birthday.  This picture was taken in his rodeo days.  I am not sure how old he was in this photo, but he started to rodeo in his teens.  I am not positive, but I think he is wearing one the many rodeo buckles he won.  I also believe he is wearing a belt that his dad, my grandfather, made him.

I love this picture of Uncle Bob.  He looks like the classic cowboy doesn’t he?  He’s got his dress white shirt tucked into his going to town blue jeans and those jeans tucked into his fancy top boots!

My uncle not only looks like the classic rodeo cowboy, he is.  He rode bulls, saddle broncs and bareback.   A few years back he was inducted into the Legends of Rodeo Hall of Fame.

But to me he was always just a…

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Granddad Ed

Granddad Ed. I loved this man who was so much fun, so talented, and always seemed so dignified to me. He was an awesome human being.


090 Ed Craig

Oh how I love this man! His name is Ed Craig and I was lucky enough to call him my grandfather.

This is such a good picture of him…the classic cowboy! And a classy cowboy is what he really was.  He was born and raised on the family ranch in Bruneau, ID.  He was a stock contractor, supplying rodeo stock for near by rodeos.  He built the rodeo grounds in Bruneau. He roped and steer wrestled, and was a rodeo judge also. He also trained quarter horses for many years.

We lived on the same California horse ranch as Granddad and Grandma Craig for several years.  It was here that I got to know the man I called Granddad as my friend.

He would go fishing with us, riding with us, swimming with us, and dance with us. And let me tell you my Granddad could dance! I…

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Back in the Day

Love and miss my parents. Together again!


Otis Wells, Harriet Wells (2) Granddad Otis Wells & Mom    Harriett Wells Craig

I love going through old pictures. I found this one of my Mother and her Dad.  I’m not sure if this was taken before Mom and Dad were married or not, but it had to be close to that time.  I believe this was taken in Bruneau, ID.

I wish I knew more about it.  I wonder where Granddad was headed with the load of lumber, and what it was to be used for. I wish I could ask them about it but they both left us many years ago. It will be one of the questions I will ask them when we meet again.

Dad used to tell me about one of the first times he ever saw Mom.  He said she was standing on a wagon with her father.  She caught Dad’s eye and he was smitten! He told…

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The Cowboy

The Cowboy, Jim Craig…from Bruneau, Idaho, where his heart has always been. I love and miss you Dad.


144-1 Jim Craig on Dorado Pledge

052-1 Jim Craig ribbons & trophies

I love the music of Willie Nelson, including, “Mama, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys.”  However, that song has always made me sad. I know it is just a song, but I have to take offense at the insinuations in its lyrics.  Yes, there are wild and wooly cowboys with little moral value, just like any other group of people.  But all the cowboys in my life are loving, honest, hard-working, loyal, family men.  Come to think of it, most of the men in my life are cowboys!

.  From my personal experience, I think any mother would be very proud to have their babies grow up to be a cowboy… or girl.  My grandmothers were, my mom was, and I know I am.

I wrote this poem years ago for my Dad, the cowboy who showed me by the…

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Gran And Ed Holverson

Since I wrote this I found Gran’s obit which had her name as Missouri Catherine Harris Holverson. So I am now assuming “Susie” was a nickname.


083-1 Gran (Susie), Charles (Ed) Halverson with grandson, Ed Craig 1909

This picture is of my great- great-grandmother, and great-great- step-grandfather Halverson.  The baby in the picture is my grandfather, Ed Craig.

Charles E., (Ed) Halverson, left Missouri, and came to the Bruneau Valley, Bruneau, ID in 1881 at the age of 21.

In 1889 Ed married Mrs. M.C. Thompson; Susie. She was a widow who had three children, all girls.  Their names were Effie, Edna, and Lillie, who drowned.  Edna was my great-grandmother who I always knew as Granny.  I never even knew I had a great Aunt Lillie until I asked my Dad for a little history on Susie and Ed Halverson.

If any family members or older Bruneau people would happen to have a picture of Lillie Thompson, I would love to have a copy.

Susie and Ed Halverson homesteaded 40 acres east of town.  They first raised cattle, and then…

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The Legion Hall..Sweet Memories

The Legion Hall…may it stand forever!


Legion hall in Bruneau (3) Bruneau American Legion Hall Post #83

So very sweet and dear to me are my childhood memories of this place.  Several generations of my family called Bruneau, Idaho home; from my great-great-grandparents to myself. I called Bruneau home only for the first five years of my life, but it still pulls at my heart.

Although we moved away, we still visited Bruneau quite often through the years.

Being only five when we moved away, a lot of my memories from here are fleeting, and not very vivid.  Sometimes I am not sure if I really remember incidents my family talks about, or I just remember their stories, so often repeated.

But my memories of the Legion Hall…they are mine! I wish my children and grandchildren could have shared memories like this place has given me.

What do I remember about the Legion Hall? Dances! They were family, community dances, and…

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The Homestead


Old Bruneau Homestead maybe late 1890s 001 Homestead of Charles E. (Ed) and Missouri Suzie (Gran) Holverson  Bruneau, ID 1800’s

This post is connected to two older posts, the first, “Down Memory Lane….The Homestead, and  my last post, “Sheep Camp.” I mentioned in Sheep Camp, that my great-great-grandparents lived in a nice home in Bruneau.  This is a picture of that house; “the home place.” This picture was probably taken in the late 1800’s.  That is Gran Holverson standing in the pasture.  Directly behind the pasture fence you can see the large orchard I mentioned.

I was told my great-great- Grandmother usually went by Gran.  I found a couple of pictures written on the back identifying her as Suzie, and Missouri Suzie.  Her obituary has her name as Missouri Catherine Harris Holverson. That is a pretty long name.  She was married once before to a F.E. Thompson, so I’m assuming the Harris is a family name. I…

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