Best of Friends!

Karl Duffield, Jerry Colyer, Marilyn Colyer Tipton

Other than my parents and my sister, cousins were probably my first and closest friends.  I grew up close to many of them.  Some that lived far away I did not know as well.  The three above hold a very special place in my heart.

The oldest, Karl, actually lived with me and my parents for one school year.  He was…and still is kind, polite, and fun to be around.  He served our country in the Viet Nam war and was wounded there.  He later made the military his career.  I am very proud of him.  He has always been someone I admired and looked up to.

Jerry, in the middle, was such fun.  He always had a smile on his face.  He could be a little mischievous at times, but he was the sweetest, person you could ever know.  Like his Dad, he was a cowboy at heart.  He died in a tragic motorcycle accident when I was a senior in high school.  I think he was in the eighth grade.  His death tore me up.  I still can’t hear his name without those feelings of grief coming back, and those questions of “why Jerry”, haunting me.  I always wonder what he would have been like when he grew up, and what he would have done in his life.  But I think I know.  He would have been a cowboy.  And he would have been the kind of friend and neighbor who was the first to reach out and help in time of trouble or need.  I don’t believe time could have changed those qualities in him.  I miss him.

Marilyn, his sister, and I, have always been very close.  She is a lot like Jerry.  She always has a smile and warm heart.  Marilyn and Jerry were always best buddies.  I remember at his funeral, how I kinda fell apart.  She showed so much strength and courage, and  carried herself with grace and dignity.  Marilyn is one of the strongest women I’ve ever known.  She is hard-working and fun too.  I wish we still lived close enough that we could visit and share holidays like we used to.

Time and distance has physically separated my cousins and me. ( I have many, these are just three. )  But time can not erase memories.  It can not take away childhood games, and shenanigans.  It can not take away family times spent fishing, riding, and boating.  Time and distance can’t erase memories of family picnics and holidays filled with good times and good food.  It can not erase the warmth, the laughter, or the feelings of love I have for them all.

I think we need another family reunion!!


My Uncle Bob

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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 fun-loving prankster.  He hasn’t changed one bit, he still is.  My girls appear to have inherited some of his shenanigans.  They have an ongoing challenge to outdo him.  I think he might have met his match with them.

A lot of people look up to Bob Craig for his rodeo achievements.

I’m not saying  that I am not impressed by his achievements in the Rodeo circle,  but that is not the reason I look up to him.  I look up to him because he has always been a kid at heart.  He has never forgotten how to laugh, love, and live life in the moment.  He doesn’t expect anything special from me.  He just loves me as I am.  And that spirit of his is why I love him back!  Happy birthday Uncle Bob!

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Bob on Tootsie (My sister’s pony)  Always the kid!

Always The Cowboy

Jim Craig and Nick

That is my Dad, Jim Craig, and his pony Nick.  I’ve always loved this picture.

When I was visiting with Dad this fall, he told me a little story about Nick that I never heard before.  My Granddad Ed won him in a contest and he was shipped to Bruneau, ID to my Dad’s home.  How cool is that?

My Dad is in his nineties now, and you still see a warm smile on his face and sparkle in his eyes, when he talks about Nick.

Memories are such a great thing, aren’t they?  You can be in your nineties and still go back and revisit a moment from your childhood and be flooded with the same feelings of love you had when you were just 3 or 4 years old!

I love the way my Dad sits in that saddle and the way he holds his reins.  He was a cowboy even then.  I love his hat, his neck scarf, and his chaps.  If I’m not mistaken, my Granddad made them for Dad…and it wouldn’t be the first pair he made for him.

Dad grew up living the cowboy life.  He was raised on the family ranch at Bruneau, ID.  Dad, along with his father, and brother, built the first rodeo grounds in Bruneau.  He worked ranches in Idaho, Montana, California, and Nevada.  He worked on cattle ranches as well as horse ranches.  He trained polo horses for a time, and trained, and showed Quarter horses for several years as well.

That is my Dad, Jim Craig…..always the cowboy!

Jim Craig on Dorado Pledge in California…wearing one of the last pair of chaps my Granddad would make him!


Sweet 16

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Lillie Belle Wells age 16

I absolutely love this picture of my Grandma Lillie.  I love finding old pictures that show a side of the people I love, that I never knew.  I love her hair.  I love her “big” hat.  I love her slender figure, her feminine outfit, and her bracelet.

This is my Grandma at age 16.  When she was showing me this picture, Granddad said, “Sweet sixteen, and never been kissed!”  He smiled and winked at her, and she blushed.  I loved it.  They were probably in their eighties at the time.

But this is not the Grandma I knew.  When I knew Grandma, she was heavy-set and wore her hair in a bun.  She wore “old lady” dresses, and “old lady” shoes.  They were always black shoes that laced up to her ankles. I don’t ever remember her wearing any jewelry, other than a watch.  And I can’t even imagine her wearing a hat like in this picture!  I just love this!

Grandma was one of the sweetest, most loving and genuine ladies I have ever known.  She was a very hard worker and great cook.  She raised eight children, four boys, and four girls, one of which was my mother.  I love and miss you Grandma Lillie!





The first picture above is of me, and the second is of my sister “Patsy”, as she was known back then.

I love these pictures of us.  They filled me with such warm memories that they brought tears to my eyes.  We were kinda cute weren’t we?  Both dressed alike, our hair in curls, and both with big smiles.

I’ve been sitting here for a while just staring at these pictures trying to figure out why they moved me so.   I know now why.  It is because I can see and feel the love in them.  Maybe you can’t, but I can.

I know a small boy who is going through some very hard times right now.  He is from a broken home, and his current family situation is filled with more pain and stress than any child should have to endure.  He is not in any physical danger, but he is feeling alone, abandoned, and not loved the way a child should be.  It breaks my heart for him.

When I look at these photos of us, I see the unconditional love of parents who were always there for us.  I know how lucky and blessed we were.  I see my Dad holding us and making us giggle.  I see my Mom holding us and comforting us when we didn’t feel good.  I see them both taking us with them to rodeos, dances, shopping, and Sunday rides in the car.

Mom always loved to “dress up” her little girls.  We often were dressed in matching outfits.  I can remember little black patten- leather shoes, with socks that had turn down lacy cuffs and flowers on them.

She always took time to brush our hair with love.  We both had thick, curly hair; Pat’s much more curly than mine.  It tangled easy and wasn’t that easy to work with, but she was always gentle.  She made us feel special, like we were getting our hair done by a hair dresser.  Lots of times we were given braids, or pony tails, which were easier and quicker.  Even then she would add decorative pony-tail fasteners, barretts, or ribbons, that made us feel pretty.  Her favorite way to make us feel pretty was to give us ringlets.  That is what we have in these pictures.  You don’t see ringlets much on little girls these days.  Mom would separate our hair in pieces and brush them around her finger to form long curls.  Then she would usually use ribbons or barretts to pull them off our faces.

We had big smiles because we were happy children.  We were loved very much.  That is what I see when I look at those curls.  Those ringlets…..they represent my Momma’s love.


My Flag and Its Anthem


Old Glory!

As it turns out, I am not the only one that is deeply offended with the NFL players, coaches, and their owners.  What started out with one player disrespecting our flag and the National Anthem, has spread like a nasty virus through the whole NFL.

They say they are protesting for social justice in our country.  Well fine, protest!  I am also for social justice.  I know there are still problems with race in our country.  Nothing like it used to be, but there are still problems.

The problem with me is, I  believe this show of disrespect for our flag and our National Anthem has very little to do with wanting a change for good.  They are not protesting for social change, they are protesting for “political” change.  They don’t like the Republican President, and that is what I believe this is mostly about.

To prove that point, I am going to President Trump’s statement , that it would be nice if one of these owners would fire these……..when they take a knee and disrespect our flag and the National Anthem.   What did the NFL do?  They all decided to make a big “show of solidarity”  to show that divisiveness will not win.

They were offended by his statement.   They said so.  They were insulted.  That is why the big show… arms locked, almost all taking a knee, or not even coming out on to the field until after the Anthem.  It had nothing to do with bringing social change.  It was to make a point to the President.

They may not have liked his statement, but that is exactly the way a huge part of this country feels.  That is why there were so many “boos” heard across NFL stadiums on Sunday.   That is why Facebook is flooded with post after post of people furious with the NFL, from the head down to the players. That is why there is serious talk of football fans boycotting the NFL games.

Why?  Why do we feel that way?  Are we all racists?  No!  Our reaction has nothing to do with race or agreeing or not agreeing on the need for social change.

It is a standing tradition in our American sporting events, from elementary, to the National leagues, to display our American Flag, and play our National Anthem.  It is to forever show respect to and honor all those, of every color, that have ever fought, died, or to this day, are serving in our military to protect the freedoms that our flag stands for.

If the one post I read is correct, it is even in the NFL rules, that every player shall stand on the sidelines when the flag is displayed, and Anthem sung.  They are to have their helmets removed, and hand across their hearts.

Come on NFL, enforce your own rules!

You, the NFL, told Tim Tebow when he took a knee to honor God, to “keep his personal beliefs off the field.”  Why aren’t you telling these players the same thing?  Quit being hypocrites!

If your goal was to end division in our country by taking a knee, you have failed.  You have created a division.  You have offended and insulted everything our flag stands for.  You have offended every American who tears up when they hear The Star Spangled Banner, because they feel every word.

If you want to protest social injustice, by all means do so.  Don’t use your “protest” as an excuse to stir political differences.  Find a different platform.  Leave our American Flag and National Anthem alone!





Never Forget!

This day will always put that lump in my throat. I can NEVER forget those images!


Like most people, I can remember exactly where I was, and what I was doing when I first saw that first plane hit the first tower.

Disbelief, shock, fear, anger, helplessness, compassion… all those things that consumed my very being, overtake me every time I see those images again.  Fifteen years and those pictures still leave me feeling shattered.  I can not begin to imagine what they do to the survivors, and the loved ones of those who were murdered, and those who gave their lives for their fellow-men and women.

Our country is so divided right now.  I guess election year politics will always do that to some degree.  But I feel this is so much more than that.  It seems to me that tolerance, and political correctness, have taken the place of old-fashioned reason and common sense.

We are still in the middle of a war on terror.  Radical…

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