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TRAVIS NYE, ROPING CHAMPION
Comments on the October 8, 2017 Camp IOU newsletter.

“The roping was the Wrangler National Team Roping Finals. I have roped at the finals two other times, but have never had any luck. This is the largest payout I have received for an event. The horse I rode is a 9 year old mare that I bought about 2 months ago. She does everything right so it makes my part easy. Team roping is a sport that allows you to get away from the grind of the work week or day. You have to be focused and in the moment, much like golf. It’s also one of the few hobbies that will actually pay for itself if your lucky.” – Travis Nye

FROM ACROSS THE POND
Re: Afternoon Tea at the Jersey Lilly 2016
Very many thanks for sharing this review – together with photos – of an astounding tea party. I was deeply impressed with the staging of the event and the trouble to which the ladies had gone to make it so special.

In Victorian and Edwardian times, the milliners of London created the most fabulous hats for ladies. Actresses led the fashions and not just the wealthy appearing in the Royal Enclosure at the Ascot Races.

I noted the beautiful tea services being used and the decorum of the event. Most impressive coming from our cousins over the pond!!!! At least some people appreciate the living standards and life style of a bygone age.

Please let the sentiments and admiration of a Brit be known to those who organised and attended this splendid function.
Warm regards as always.
Keith Shipman
Saarlouis – Nalbach
Germany
[Ed.: Read the full story about the afternoon tea here]

MUSINGS FROM THE PRAIRIE
“My great uncle was Vern Thomason from Jordan area; since he also raised sheep we assume he may have taken the wool to Ingomar for shipping. We had some contact with him long ago, before he died; and we were able to go out to the old ranch with permission from the current owner (about forty years ago now). He told a story to my youngest brother, about a man who murdered someone in the area; and the law was going to be some days away at that time…Read more

LINDA LOU: Although Owen Badgett does not do email we got Peggy’s story to him by phone. And we will ask around for more information about the sheepherders that frequented Ingomar, and share with readers. Thanks Peggy!

“I knew Owen years ago when I lived in Miles City. I still have a poetry book that he autographed for me. Its in a box but I still have it! Owen used to come down to the Hole In The Wall where a bunch of us girls worked and he would come down and say hey and hang out for a bit.:) I hope he had a good turn-out at the Museum last night.” – Stephani S-C.

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Christmas Poem Ingomar Style

© Linda Lou Crosby Dec 2012

Poem by Linda Lou Crosby


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Twas the Night Before Christmas
Camp IOU
December 2012
Copyright Linda Lou Crosby Sept. 2012

Twas the Night before Christmas, and all was a mess
Ingomar residents were pretty perplexed
The Christmas parade for the kids was prepared
But would Santa, his sleigh, and the reindeer be there?

Owen Badgett was Santa, his sleigh was a cart
But Morris Ware stole his outfit, which wasn’t too smart
Owen in long johns, red ones to boot
Was a sight no one wanted, there was a search for his suit

Owen and Christmas, it was Scrooge at his best
But he’d lost that bet to Morris, so he’d better get dressed
He was grumpy and growly, and cranky and mad
And his long johns were itching, boy, had he been had

His teams would wear antlers, bells on their harness
He snuck out to get them, in his red long john best
The kids were excited, Santa would be there
They’d have sleigh rides – hot chocolate, with Christmas in the air

Their dreams were of reindeer, their thoughts were of hope
While Owen thought of Morris, at the end of a rope.
He was a man of his word, and wished that untrue
But he had given his word, so what could he do

The horses were nickering, when they came to his call
He looked kinda strange, but he was their driver after all
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects Owen saw

And what to Owen’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Owen knew he was dreaming, it could not be Saint Nick

Owen was unraveled, but his teams they were tame
Santa landed so softly and called him by name.
Owen Badgett here’s your present, your gift, it’s a Santa suit.
Tell Morris shame on him, and he gets a lump of coal to boot.

Santa spoke no more words, but went straight to his work
When Owen looked like Santa, he turned with a jerk
And laying a finger aside of his nose
Santa gave his team a nod, and into the sky they rose.

Owen would be Santa, his outfit was perfect
The kids would have a Christmas parade, it wasn’t a wreck
Owen got Ghengis, Attila, and Brownie and Zack.
He hooked up Buck and Little Doc, and then he went back

There was Alec and Dunkin, there was Ghost and then Buster
They were there, they were ready, they were headed for muster
Had Owen gone batty, had Santa been there?
There was a real team of reindeer flying through the air.

And Owen heard Santa exclaim as he flew out of sight
Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas and to all a goodnight.