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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.

Ingomar Christmas Poem
December 2013


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Illustration by Andy Atkins for The Night Before Christmas, Ingomar 2013, by Linda Lou Crosby, depicting Santa's sleigh and reindeer driven by Mae Ware.

Illustrated by Andy Atkins

In our little eastern Montana town of Ingomar, population 13, it was Christmas Eve. Owen Badgett, resident cowboy poet, had wrestled with his DVD player, and fallen asleep in the living room chair. Next door, Morris Ware, cowhand and horse team trainer/driver extraordinaire snored away after a cold winter’s day working cows. Morris’ wife Mae Ware, quite the team handler and wagon driver herself, sat by a small lamp reviewing her delivery orders, while in a house close by, Jersey Lilly owner June Nygren relaxed in an easy chair, looking forward to getting a well earned moment with a good book.

What followed was quite amazing. Maybe it would never have happened if postmistress Coleen Robinson hadn’t gotten all those letters to the North Pole. Who can say? But it did happen, at least here is how it was told to me.

Twas the Night Before Christmas, Ingomar 2013
When June Nygren and Mae Ware Saved the Day

By Linda Lou Crosby, Nov 2013
Narrated by Linda Lou Crosby as Fancy the Horse

Twas the night before Christmas, and Morris was snoring.
He was out like a light until probably late morning
Owen Badgett was sleeping, in a chair by the fire,
With DVD cords, surrounded by wires.

The stars they were twinkling for all they were worth,
While June Nygren sat back on this great day on earth.
June was all settled in, with a book in her chair.
She grabbed a hot chocolate and let down her hair.

When the flash of a “something” caught her eye through the glass.
She shook it all off and went back to her task.
Then out at the Lilly there arose such a clatter,
June sprang from her chair to see what was the matter.
And what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

The Jersey Lilly was closed, even for Santa.
But she’d left cookies and milk like she always planned it.
The noise got her thinking, and she grabbed a warm robe,
And over to the Lilly, she went to explore.
It was Santa all right, amazing enough,
But the night he was having looked a little bit tough.
He’d tripped on the walkway and fell on his nose,
And knocked himself out, you know how that goes.

The reindeer were standing, led by Rudolph’s red nose.
They were late taking presents and anxious to go.
June stood for a moment almost in awe,
And ran to get Mae to tell what she saw.
“That little old driver so lively and quick,
Has knocked himself out. We gotta help St. Nick!”

Mae looked in amazement at the scene on the snow,
While the moon gave a luster to the objects she saw.
“Mae, you’ve gotta get driving, taking Santa and all,
He won’t be much good as he’s taken a fall.”
What June said had merit, of that Mae was sure.
But driving the reindeer, should it really be her?

“Everyone’s sleeping and you are awake.
Get going Mae Ware, it is getting quite late.”
June was insistent so Mae took the lines.
They dumped Santa in back, ’cause there wasn’t much time.

The Reindeer were ready, they knew where to go.
Mae picked up the lines and called out, “Ho, Ho, Ho.”
Off they flew to their task, Mae and the team.
June went back home to bed, “Had this all been a dream?”
Santa got better as they circled the earth,
Delivering presents for all they were worth.

Mae landed in Ingomar just before dawn.
In a twinkling of an eye, Santa was gone.
But, Mae heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”
Ho, ho, ho (trails off)