Thank you so much for this.
I especially loved your story about Uncle Clyde and can see you have the same spirit.
God bless.
Quoting: Geena M Thanks! However, I am nowhere near as tough as Clyde.
He was a bit foolish at times.
Before the Dust Bowl years he went to Mexico, bought bulls, and sold them in the USA. That's right, he was a Professional Bullshipper.
He had 8 huge bulls in a trailer. He arrived at a pasture in Eastern New Mexico out on the prairie. He was all alone.
He opened the back gate of the trailer, but the bulls did not want to get out.
So, he decided he would walk to the front of the trailer and drive them out.
As he slipped into the trailer behind one bull, it felt him behind it.
So, the bull sat down on Clyde breaking both his legs.
Eventually, the bulls got hungry and wandered out.
Clyde sat in that trailer for three days until a cowboy found him.