Sunday, June 30, 2013

Montana Is My Home

Montana is my home.

This Bud's for You

This bud's for you.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Lawn Mowing Lessons

I charge $25 per hour to rent out my lawn tractor for mowing lessons and my grandson Chase charges $25 per hour to mow - so it was a wash.  Next week I plan to use the Tom Sawyer white-washing-the-fence technique to get grandson Christopher to mow the back yard.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The Rowers, by Rudyard Kipling

The Rowers
by Rudyard Kipling

The banked oars fell an hundred strong,
  And backed and threshed and ground,
But bitter was the rowers' song
  As they brought the war-boat round.

They had no heart for the rally and roar
  That makes the whale-bath smoke --
When the great blades cleave and hold and leave
   As one on the racing stroke.

They sang:--What reckoning do you keep,
  And steer by what star,
If we come unscathed from the Southern deep
  To be wrecked on a Baltic bar?

"Last night you swore our voyage was done,
   But seaward still we go.
And you tell us now of a secret vow
  You have made with an open foe!        

"That we must lie off a lightless coast
    And houl and back and veer
 At the will of the breed that have wrought us most
    For a year and a year and a year!

"There was never a shame in Christendie
    They laid not to our door--
And you say we must take the winter sea
  And sail with them once more?

"Look South!  The gale is scarce o'erpast
   That stripped and laid us down,
When we stood forth but they stood fast
  And prayed to see us drown.

"Our dead they mocked are scarcely cold,
   Our wounds are bleeding yet--
And you tell us now that our strength is sold
  To help them press for a debt!

"'Neath all the flags of all mankind
  That use upon the seas,
Was there no other fleet to find
  That you strike bands with these?

"Of evil times that men can choose
  On evil fate to fall,
 What brooding Judgment let you loose
   To pick the worst of all?

"In sight of peace--from the Narrow Seas
    O'er half the world to run--
With a cheated crew, to league anew
    With the Goth and the shameless Hun!"

Flowers and Bird Houses

Flowers and Birdhouses

Friday, June 14, 2013

An Obituary

Pershing A. "Pike" Sutherland - October 19, 1918 - June 14, 2013

Pershing “Pike” Sutherland passed quietly to be with his Lord June 14, 2013.

 Pike was born October 19, 1918 in Garden City, Utah, one of 13 children born to John G. and Bessie (Adams) Sutherland.

At an early age he came to Conrad with his family where they farmed land adjacent to the Jack Price farm East of Conrad.  Pike attended a country school for eight years before graduating from Conrad High School.

Pike served with the Army Field Artillery and Coastal Artillery in the Aleutian Islands during the Second World War, attaining the rank of Technical Sergeant.  At the close of the war he was assigned to Fort Riley, Kansas where he was honorably discharged.

While serving at Fort Riley, Pike met Doris Gurwell and they were married in March, 1946, in Humbolt, Kansas.  Pike and Doris have two sons, Jeff (Connie) Sutherland, of Conrad, and Terry (Denise) Sutherland of Bozeman.

After the war Pike went to work for Ed Colby and Colby’s Texaco.  For many years Pike was employed by Arnot’s Furniture in Conrad, working as a salesman, furniture repairman and flooring installer.  Later he was an independent flooring contractor.  Doris and Pike purchased the Tastee Freeze Drive In and operated it until 1990 when he and Doris retired.

Pike is survived by his wife Doris, sons Terry and Jeff, five grandchildren and  nine great grandchildren.

Pike was the last remaining member of this family and would have been 95 in October.  He was preceded in death by his parents, John G. and Bessie, sisters Eliza, Melba, Nettie, and Della, and brothers Edward, Theodore, John, George, Oscar, Ralph, William and Ross, and two half- brothers, James and Henry.

Reading the Paper

You can have the sports section - I'll take
the coupons.

A Collage

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Thursday, June 6, 2013


Our granddaughter Madison's first 
day of work for her Grandpa Bill's 
trucking company.

Sun Baked Hills

Sun Baked Hills - watercolor


On the windblown prairie
Parched and dry
You can see forever
To where land touches sky
The sun beats down
Day after day
Coloring the land a golden brown
Taking the green
From meadows of hay
They’ll green again
On a cloudy day
But the sun beats down
Day after day
Drying the land
To hardened clay
And the sun beats down
Day after day
A rich golden brown
The prairie will stay

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Sunday, June 2, 2013