Bustin’ Some August Buns

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You know, about this time every year, I start thinking Rodeo. It’s because for more than 50 years, I knew the rodeo crowd arrived in my home town for two days of BBQ, great muisic on the farm wagon stage, 4-H ‘stuff’, art displays, and RODEO.

JanIt’s like the heat draws the bronc out in all of us, and we just gotta show the world we’re made of tougher stuff.

I grew up down the road from where Jessie James (the famous bucking horse) was corralled. And there’s just nothing like the new run of calves coming off their heifers for calf roping. They sound like an old fashioned cattle roundup.

I kinda miss all that…

This past week, I took my oldest granddaughter, and a grandson home for my Uncle’s funeral, and got to drive by the hometown fair grounds. They’ve changed a bit since I’ve been gone, the grounds keeper tore down an old fence around the court yard, a picnic place has been set up off beyond the parking area, where folks can share a sandwich or enjoy an afternoon of quiet reading when it isn’t fair time… I felt the urge to wash down a calf, or pull on my boots and ride. But then I looked around and realized how different it would be…

Nothing stays the same.

Nothing stays the same… Absolutely nothing about life remains the same, but we make choices about how it will turn out. We decide how to best create the lives we want to live. And that’s the ‘thing I learned’ when I went home this last time.

Wilfred KincadeWhen Greg Kincade, Wiflred’s grandson, read a memorial piece for my Uncle, I listened intently, because like me, Greg is a writer. A writer of a different sort, but none-the-less, a writer. When a writer puts words together, there’s meaning, intent, and purpose in the words. He lamented Uncle Willie’s life, shared a few details, and mentioned some things that were important about the life he lived, the way he chose to live, and the accomplishments he’d made. None were massively huge in the way of public accomplishments, he had a quiet life filled with work, family, and simple pleasures. But every day was ‘a day’ for Uncle Willie, and that’s the message that came from Greg’s words. Every morning he got up with intent to accomplish something of value, make a difference in the world around him, and leave an impact.

  • He was the quiet steady hand guiding his family.
  • He was the unstoppable force clearing the field, moving the mountain, and keeping his family safe.
  • He was the unwavering strength that maintained steady support throughout their lives.
  • He was the force of energy that motivated them, supported them, and shielded them from danger.
  • He was the humor behind the laugh, the mischief behind the joke, and often the instigator of all things trouble that happened in our family.

And at the end of his words, Greg said, “Grandpa, you showed us the way, were there for us every day, and we just want you to know you taught us well. We got this.” (paraphrased from memory)

Whenever I go home, it’s a walk down memory lane. Sometimes a disheartening walk, or a broken hearted walk, because some who have passed that way have passed on to the next part of eternal living, but always there are good memories. And always, there’s a sense of knowing that I’ve learned well, I’ve traveled this road, and I know where I’m going. And Every Day is ‘a day’ in my life. Each more precious than the day before, and every moment a blessing.

In a few days, I’ll celebrate the 80th anniversary of my mother’s birth, and if I may steal a few lines from Greg’s talk…

Mom, you taught me well, and I’ve got this!

I am blessed.

Make a difference. No matter what your life may be, no matter where you are in life… Make a difference. Today.

If you need help, motivation, or encouragement, to make that happen, give me a call. Let’s have coffee!

Jan

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