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By: How to make a Cornish Cream Tea – Let’s Cowgirl Up to Baking Scones | thinkingcowgirl

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 18:02:47 +0000

[...] sure a real cowgirl wouldn’t be seen dead baking scones and you can read about some of them here, including a few feisty historical ones, in this wonderful piece by fellow blogger LL. Thanks to [...]

By: The Lingering Joys of Camp Retro « The Task at Hand

The Lingering Joys of Camp Retro « The Task at Hand — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 20:19:14 +0000

[...] camps, Waldemar, has been operating since 1926. I became aware of Camp Waldemar while writing Cowgirl Up!, a celebration of western women and their art. Connie Reeves, one of the cowgirls highlighted in [...]

By: sbkaren

sbkaren — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 22:21:21 +0000

Ha! It wasn’t me on that horse! I have always been an outdoors gal. I also had 3 brothers, so everything I did was just about ‘boy’ related. We spent a lot of time together in the pool in our backyard. We moved out of the valley in 1968 (Encino). Just in time, in my opinion. Not one of the ranch style homes that lined our street are there anymore – all apartment buildings. We weren’t crazy about moving away, in the beginning, after all we lived in that house for 16 years. But in retrospect, it was the best thing our parents ever did. Once I moved down to Orange County, I’ve been beach bound ever since.

Karen,

It is hard to leave a loved and familiar place, isn’t it? I remember how unhappy I was when my folks built on the other side of town between my 6th and 7th grade years. Not only was I off to junior high, I was going there from a strange neighborhood and without friends. It worked out, of course, and I soon had classmates to walk to school with. A good thing, too, because it was a long walk. I should check out the distance. It wasn’t the mythical ten miles, but it was substantial.

And as you say, a move to Orange County isn’t the worst thing in the world. Of course, I think where you are now is the most beautiful place I’ve seen down that way. Or, if not “beautiful” in that glitzy Hollywood way, friendly and cozy and a perfect place to raise a family. Plus, you’re got one darned good-looking pier! I’d be spending all my time at the beach, too.

Linda

By: oh

oh — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 16:22:30 +0000

DElightful!

Made me laugh recalling the Smothers Brothers “Streets of Laredo!” I REMEMBER that! You also got me with your coy remark about Dale Evans. Egads, I felt the same way. (Also about John and Yoko, etc.)

Loved reading about these cowgirls and the saddle for a desk! Keep that St. Cowgirl over your desk. It’s working. Tho’ I know you’d be writing/typing away nonetheless. This is a lovely little rich history.

Why do we love rodeos? I think because there’s very little “faking” in them. Man, woman, horse, cow, outdoors – love it. BTW, if you want to go in on a horse and saddle with me, let me know. We’ll worry about the fine points later. Though I volunteer at a local county park’s barn, it’s just not the same mucking stalls and grooming for someone else’s horse. Have always wanted one; just haven’t worked it out yet.

oh,

Well, at least you were generous enough to say, “coy”. It was a little snippy, you know!

I think you’re exactly right to point to the “real” as the attraction of rodeo. As a matter of fact, it’s the “real” that’s the attraction of varnishing for me, just as the “real” played such a part in my love for Liberia and my love of west Texas. Toting water, heating with wood and reading by Coleman lantern isn’t one lick romantic after a few days – but satisfying? Yes, it can be.

My own gentle proposal for starting to straighten this country out would be to take every bureaucrat, politician, professor, teacher, CEO, CFO, attorney and so on and put them on a little schedule. For every four years they spend doing whatever they do, they get to spend one year doing manual labor of some sort. A friend quibbled with me, saying that’s a little too forced-labor-camp for her taste. I pointed out that ora et labora have gotten along with one another just fine for centuries – this would only be a variant of that esteemed tradition. Not much chance of it, of course, but at least it gives me something to amuse myself with when I can’t stand listening to any of the politicians any more.

I know where there are horses and I know where there are trainers. Shall we keep our new love out in Montana? I think it could be arranged. If we’re going to dream, we might as well dream big!

Linda

By: Nanette

Nanette — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 07:39:25 +0000

Cow Girl Up!
The rallying cheer of strong women everywhere.
Even the ones that don’t much care for cattle and horses, we all want the outfit

Nanette,

And those cowgirls of the 20′s had the outfits! Beaded vests, bloomers and feathers – it’s no wonder the Wild West Shows were such a hit.
You have to be careful, though. There are some cowgirls wandering around incognito.

Linda