Makes sense.

Live life to the fullest. If you don't, regret will be your legacy.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

It's all in how it is phrased.

The Dead Donkey 


Barack Obama was touring the countryside in his chauffeur-driven limo.

Suddenly, a donkey jumps out onto the road, they hit it full on and
the car comes to a stop.

Obama says to the chauffeur: "You get out and check, you were driving."

The chauffeur gets out, checks and reports that the animal is dead.

"You were driving; go and tell the farmer," says Obama.

Hours later, the chauffeur returns totally plastered, hair ruffled
with a big grin on his face.

"My god, what happened to you?" asks Obama.

The chauffeur replies: "When I got there, the farmer opened his best
bottle of whiskey, the wife gave me a slap-up meal and the daughter
made love to me."

"What on earth did you say to them?" asks Obama.

"I knocked on the door, and when it was answered, I said to them,"

"I'm Barack Obama's chauffeur and I've just killed the jackass."

Friday, January 13, 2012

Hiccups,

headaches, hamas, holder, holloway, hollywood, hopefuls, headline news?

Imma thinkin I hate words that start with H.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Brown outs and Black and Whites outs from the Green out there agendas.

So my electrical power ustta come from the hydroelectrical projects built umpteen years ago that are functional, stable, pretty much migratory fish tolerant (until some Dodo planted Walleye) and rather cheap in the grand scheme of making ends meet in a consumer sorta sense cuz water always flows down stream.

A few years ago I got wind of the fact we "hydro" folks wuz gunna hafta start paying a surcharge for all them windmills being built along the Columbia River, so'z I put me in a solar panel system (made in the U.S. of A. mind you) just to spite dem greenies and other assorted kooks that claim green energy will protect all the living spieces we got left on this here old eath.

So far so good!  I did not pay a penny for electricity ova the last twelve months, even tho I gotta pay $9.37 a month in taxes and PUC fees (if it's out there some entity will tax it) and that is a moral victory for a redneck like me.

So'z a while back I took me a road trip last fall up the Columbia River to gamble near Pendelton, to shop for wine in the Walla Walla region, to spend 8 hours admiring the granduer of the canyon walls filled with it's wide open spaces and to reflect on what Lewis and Clark musta thought as they paddeled down that river az they took that grand adventure they wuz on.  Hadn't dun that trip for 5 or 6 years and me saying I wuz looking forward to it wood (they got tree farms all along the freeways now a days) be an understatement. 

The Columbia River "wuz" sparse but totally beautiful from wut I wreckcollect?

I hit I-84 wit my diesel BMW (got 38 mpg on that trip, so that wuz a payoff better than the gambling wuz) and the only thing that had grown in dem parts since I'd been thru there the last time were windmills.  They are everywhere!  I cud'unt look more than a mile without seeing a cupple dozen or more uv them big ole three bladed thingee jobs sittin' there perfectly still, nary a gear turning, not one bird gittin' blown away and in general thinkin' to mahself these are the new man made Redwoods (they iz actually sorta whiteish but they iz as big as a Redwood) and it made me realize that the gamble along the damned up river has worse odds than any casino I eva been to.

'Bout that time I was thinking Don Quixote musta been a long lost relative cuz I was itching for a fight, but BMW (actually not British Motor Works anymore, sum German conglomerate took em ova and that iz a whole diff story I won't go inta now) does not offer lances as an accessory and I figgered my extended warranty wouldn't cover paint scratches incurred by chasing windmills, so I just kept my eyes on the road and kept my beak shut until I spied a big ole Golden Eagle (they iz actually brown 'ceptin for their eyes and around udder parts uv their head)


floating on the downdrafts of the everchanging politics uv saving the environment at the cost of what the (insert bad word) and I got to memberin' the first time I got ta see this raptor up close and personal.

It wuz back in the mid sixties.  Dad and hiz two partners started a start up in Madras and Mom wuz the designated driver between Madras and Prineville.  Back and forth we ventured as the new abode wuz being constructed.  On one unique jaunt we found the station wagon, filled with the four rowdy boys and a heck'tic Mom, slammin' on the brakes after rounding a blind corner seein' a dead mulie fawn with a Golden Eagle perched atop it and since the Fed did'unt require seat belts back then we all ended up in the front seat.

That bird wuz ginormous and defiant.  It stood on top uv that baby bambi and proceeded to stare us down, prob-bully thinking we wanted it's dinner and all we cud do was ta stare back az we scraped our faces off the front windshield.  My guess iz it up and got tired of waiting for that bronze Chevy station wagon to make it's move and proceeded to stretch it's wings, which were wider than that car wuz, and it then made a cupple uv flaps and iffen ya have neva seen a dead deer fly it will blow your mind.

Okay you'z folks iz no doubt scratching your head in wondering about where I'm flapping my wings with this post, so iffen ya won't do that condemnation thingee uv me for sneaking a few peaks at MSNBC (only when I need a gud laff) I clicked on this article cuz it reminded me uv some purdy spectacular things I've been fortunate enuff to see ova the years .

http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/01/04/9952873-feds-propose-allowing-wind-farm-developer-to-kill-golden-eagles

Yep I ain't one uv them PETA dudes mind ya'all, but we are called to be good stewards uv this world and it irked me to no end that sum burrocrat in DC made the call that sacrificing a few Golden Eagles to put up sum man made Redwoods, that don't spin alotta the time, iz for a "good" green cause.

What next I ask! 

Killer Whales r my first favoright animal. 

Ok you guessed it, they iz black and white all ova and they got one heck uv a bite to em.  So I amma wondering iffen Al Gore and hiz stooges (there'z more than three, but they sure do act like the original Larry, Curly and Moe crowd mosta the time) figger out a way to make money offen the tidal flows uv the oceans will the fuds allow for the killing uv some aquatic mammals that already know how to power up their own way uv life?

ps

I was driving to Bend back in May uv last year and had the opportunity to witness a fight betwinkst a Bald Eagle and a Golden Eagle just this side of the Crooked River Bridge (ok they call it the "Rex Barber Bridge" now cuz sum fella from Culver wuz the pilot of the plane that shot down sum bad azz Jap general in the 2nd war to end all wars) and guess which one won.

We picked the wrong bird as a national symbol in my not so humbled opinion.


Thursday, December 29, 2011

Another good man not lost to future generations.

Andy Morrow!!!


Andrew Morrow
Submitted Photo
Andrew Morrow

Andrew John Morrow
June 12, 1912 - December 25, 2011

Longtime Madras area resident and rancher Andrew J. "Andy" Morrow died Dec. 25, 2011, at the age of 99.

Andy was born June 12, 1912, in Madras. At that time, the town, only 2 years old, was still in Crook County. Jefferson County was formed in 1914.

His father, Andrew Morrow, had been born in County Cavan, Ireland, and had come to the U.S. as a teenager. He came to Oregon via Wisconsin, Canada and California after leaving Ireland. At the time of Andy's birth, he was a highly successful rancher. Together with his childhood friend (and brother-in-law) James Keenan, he operated under the name Morrow and Keenan and Grizzly Livestock and Land Co. The business included a large farming operation and bands of sheep that ranged from the Blue Mountains to the Cascades.

Andy's mother, Emily G. Morrow ("Millie" to her friends) had been a teacher, born and raised in Ludington, Mich. She came to Central Oregon from Seattle, where she had been teaching, and first taught at Lamonta.

Andy Morrow in his younger years.
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Andy Morrow in his younger years.


Andy's late brother Robert was born in 1914 and his sister Kathryn Morrow in 1916. Kathryn currently resides in Fremont, Calif., at the Motherhouse of her Catholic order, the Sisters of the Holy Family.
Andy attended Madras schools in first through seventh grades, attended the Grizzly School in eighth grade and then attended Madras High School. He was active in sports and lettered in football, basketball, baseball, tennis and track.

After graduating from high school, he attended Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wis., for one year and the University of Oregon for a year. He then transferred to Oregon Agricultural College (now Oregon State University) where he graduated in 1927 with a degree in forestry.

Following graduation, Andy worked first for the Forest Service in the Fremont National Forest and then for the Federal Grazing Service (which later became part of the Bureau of Land Management) at Burns and Vale, Ore. He served in the U.S. Navy during World War II.

After his discharge from the Navy, Andy returned to Madras and persuaded his brother Bob to join him in their own ranching operations as Morrow Brothers, on the home ranch at Grizzly. They raised dryland wheat, hay and cattle.

Morrow Brothers became well known for the quality of their operations, and won a number of conservation and other awards. Among those awards, Andy and Bob were recognized as Oregonian and Oregon Wheat Growers League Conservation Men of the Year for Jefferson County in 1949 and 1950; Jefferson County Cattlemen of the Year 1951-53 and Cattlemen of the Year for the state of Oregon in 1958.

Andy was president of the Jefferson County Livestock Association, the Oregon Wheat Growers League and Central Electric Coop, and served on the Oregon Wheat Commission and as the Oregon representative for Western Wheat, a tri-state marketing organization. He served on the board of Trout Creek Soil and Water Conservation District for many years.

In 1948, Andy married Margaret Mathis, a high school home economics teacher originally from Oklahoma, who had come to Oregon to teach in 1945. Margaret was a graduate of Oklahoma A and M, now Oklahoma State University. They had two sons, Andy Jr., born in 1952, and Dean, born in 1955. Margaret died in 2004.

As his children were growing up, Andy was active in community affairs as well as agriculture. He served on the Jefferson County School District 509-J School Board, and was an active parishioner at St. Patrick's Catholic Church from the founding of the parish, including serving for several years as the chairman of St. Patrick's Cowdeo, a community event that continues, although no longer associated with the parish.

He served as president of the Jefferson County Pioneer Association in 1972 and was recognized as Pioneer Man by the Association in 1992. He received a Certificate of Appreciation for his work with the Jefferson County Historical Society in 1991.

Throughout his long ranching career, Andy worked closely with the Oregon State Extension Service and was a charter member of the Alumni and Friends of the OSU College of Agricultural Sciences. He was recognized as a Diamond Pioneer by the College of Agricultural Sciences in 1987 and was named an honorary extension agent.

When it became apparent that neither of his sons was going to return to operate the family ranch, in 1999, Andy and Bob donated more than 4,000 acres, with buildings and equipment, which formed the core of the home ranch, to the Oregon State Foundation through a charitable remainder trust. At the conclusion of the trust in 2019, the assets will serve to support the program activities of a professorship in the College of Agricultural Sciences in connection with Jefferson County Agricultural Experiment Station and to fund OSU college scholarships for 4-H and FFA students from Jefferson County. A portion will also go to support the Sisters of the Holy Family.

Andy continued to manage and conduct conservation projects on the remaining land. He could be found on the property into his 90s with chainsaw in hand, clearing junipers to improve the land for grazing.

He continued to manage his own investments, to attend St. Patrick's Church, and to attend occasional civic events, as well as serving as a resource for those interested in the history of Jefferson County to the very end of his life.

He is survived by his sister, Sister Kathryn Morrow of Fremont, Calif.; and his two sons, Andrew J. Morrow Jr. of Portland, and Dean M. Morrow and wife Kathy of Salem; and grandchildren and their wives, Andrew Morrow III (Sarah) of Plymouth, N.H., Jacquelyn of Sayulita, Nayarit, Mexico, Sean of Portland, Chad (Kari) of Roseburg, and Nicholas and Kyle, both of Salem; and great-grandchildren Benedict and Charles, both of Plymouth, N.H.

He was preceded in death by his wife Margaret Morrow and his brother Robert Morrow, both of Madras.

A recitation of the rosary will be held at 7 p.m., Thursday, Dec. 29, at Bel-Air Colonial Chapel in Madras, and Mass of Christian burial will be at 10 a.m., Friday, Dec. 30, at St. Patrick's Catholic Church in Madras.

In lieu of flowers, his family suggests remembrances to the Jefferson County Historical Society. Arrangements are under the direction of Bel-Air Colonial Funeral Home of Madras.

Madras Pioneer


There are two very distinct memories that stand out in my mind about this Man, even tho there were many over the years.

When I was a junior in high school our basketball team, after working in the potato processing plant during the summer, were priviledged to attend a tournament in a little town on the Big Island over the Christmas break,

http://www.ghosttowns.com/states/hi/laupahoehoe.html

It had been wiped out by a tidal wave a long time ago but the coconut trees had grown back and we all tried to climb them to no avail, but Andy did.

Damn I was in awe uv that fella.

Then we took a tour of the Big Island.  There was a huge cattle ranch, a cupple of black sand beaches (that was impressive to this teenage hick), jungle stuff, almost desert stuff (they got cactus ova there, who'd a figgered) and active volcanos (that are really cool in a hot sorta way.)

We had ta walk out over the lava fields to git to the view point that looked down inta the very depths of Kilauea,




We finally made it to the viewpoint that looked straight down inta the depths of the molton mass.  It was wooden and a bit rickity for my taste but I mustered up the courage to walk out and look down over the railings.  Jeez it was awe inspiring to say the least, but it took a back seat to Andy. 

That fella climbed up on top of the 2x6 railing and started snapping pictures as if hiz life depended upon it.  Scared the crap outta me worrying he was gunna fall in and become instant fricassee.  But he hopped down, no worse for wear, with the biggest grin on his face that I will ever hope to see.

Andy was, in his simple way, awesome at inspiring awe in the future generations that had the chance to see him in action.