Wild Horse Roundup

By Curtis Schrimp

August 8, 2003

Well another fair has come and gone and this coming weekend we will go to the one in Hugo. Marty and I went to the breakfast, parade and bean dinner. We listened to those singers, and what voices. Marty said she could have listened to a lot more. I discovered something that my eyesight is good, but my memory don’t work so good. I saw people that I have known for many years, but their names I had trouble with. We seen Randy Lafferty on a float and then as we were leaving we saw him getting in a van and we went over there, you never saw such hugging that Marty got. While watching the parade, there was a young lady handing out flags for which we thanked them and also the bottled water that was given to us.

I seen a car stopped across the street and as I drove by a young man was looking in the window of the old building across the street that was a pool hall and sit up by our county shop. I asked him if it looked interesting and he said yes. He then asked if I knew Sigurd Olsen and of course I did. His mother’s grandmother was Lydia Each, an Amish lady who homesteaded near Sigurd. We have a book about the Amish that were here. They were going to see Marilyn Olsen Longwell.

I was reading about the fellow that has the silent movies in the Kiowa County paper. It made me think of when I was a kid in Monmouth, Illinois, and I would get to go to, I think it was, the Bijou Theater and I would sit right behind the piano player and she would give me candy she had for snacks. I thought I was pretty special. I earned my way in sometimes by peddling handbills.

Bill Skinner and his mother had a house full of company this weekend, two of his brothers and their children from Denver. They went to Karval or Kinney Lake to fish, but I don’t know what luck they had.

Marty and I were busy working on a pump that Bob Dutro’s cattle knocked the lead pipe loose and the tanks were dry. We got things fixed and then took the cattle to our corral where there was water, so everything is back to normal.

Marty and I seen seven Model T Fords sitting at Pumpkin Center today. There was only one on a trailer. One was painted so it looked new. I wonder if I could still drive one. That’s what I learned to drive.