This one is for Stef, who can appreciate my momma stories. :)
About a year ago my mom and I were reminiscing on the phone about the great time we’d had at the Phipps farm during the Moslander Family Reunion of 2009. Stef and Wrex set up a roping activity and lots of yard games, brought out the horses for riding and baby goats and cows for petting. My mom was particularly thrilled when Wrex gave her some tips on roping. She was able to dead-aim her pvc-pipe “cow” with ease under his tutelage and reflected how great it would have been in life to have known this stuff sooner! There she was, a 70-year old woman, roping away!
We enjoyed a big barbecue on their spacious property and to my mom’s utter delight, we got a big game of horseshoes going before the sun went down. She has always loved a good game of horseshoes.
As we were talking about it on the phone last summer, she just started joking around and being silly about it, like she sometimes does to make us smile.
“I didn’t do too good at horseshoes in Colorado. That ground was so hard those horseshoes just got up and galloped away. They wouldn’t even stay by the pin. They even tried to chase Joe down. He finally climbed on one and rode away.”
Yes. I wrote it down for future joy. Just like she used to do with our words when we were little.