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BAKING DISORDER -By Orv Avleshere - My mother made buns that were the world's best; We chose those homemade buns and left the rest. Sometimes she's up and...

CONVOLUTED  DISAPPEARING  ACT OF THREE RIDERS -By Orv Alveshere- HOW’D 3 HORSES DISAPPEAR WITH 3 RIDERS? In our early teens we literally lived for ‘half-past’ Sunday. We would...

Muddy Creek Saloon was Robbed By Mounted Thieves Dressed in Black Five riders paced nervously ‘round the bend; Now, what message would their black attire send? The...

FIRST GRADE ANTICIPATION AND EXPECTATIONS By Orv Alveshere GREAT DEPRESSION AND DUSTY ‘30’S HEATS UP On a very dry August day the scorching harvest sun bore down...

FIRST CATTLE DOG WAS MY BUDDY -BY ORV ALVESHERE- YES, I DID KNOW “JACK” Some guy argued with an acid tongue and gave a personal attack. I was...

Will July 4 Fire Go Down to the Wire? By Orv Alveshere THREE-STORY BUILDING BUILT TO THEIR SPECS IN 1912 A homesteading couple had built a farm...

SOME HORSE DAYS SURPASS OTHERS   --By Orv Alveshere-- A BEAUTIFUL HORSE AND CHILDREN'S DAY-- A bustling 1800’s cowtown had been lovingly restored. Now a summer highlight, they won...

WILD DUCK EGGS HATCHED BY CLUCK-HEN WHAT KIND OF FOWL AM I?/MIXED-UP KID/SCRAMBLING EGGS One boring day at Grandparents farm, a lad climbed up to a...

Easter Sunrise Service at Hollywood Bowl By Orv Alveshere  OUTDOOR WORSHIP IMPRESSIVE FOR THOUSANDS Several interesting tickets came to my desk at work, Where my soldier duty was the...

Four Girls Lost in a Blinding White-Out Blizzard By Orv Alveshere   LEAVING 1-ROOM SCHOOL WITH HORSES The country prairies were laden with snow; There were snowdrifts by...

A CAROLING WE WILL GO   by Orv Alveshere   GIDDYUP JINGLE HORSE Ask country folks, they have gone caroling since way back when. I like to think back in...

COWS GONE MISSING? (OXY-MORON?)          IT BE-HOOVED THEM TO SEARCH A milky way fib, that “A cow jumped over the moon,” Udderly impossible!  Gravity? ...

KNIFE SHARPER THAN MY WITS Never in my spry young life Expect to create a perfect knife. I sawed a two-inch sapling branch From the tree stand on...