Wild Horse Roundup

By Curtis Schrimp

January 9, 2004

New Year’s Eve was pitch party time at our school house. There were three tables of five and two little granddaughters of the Hammers. There was a lot of good snack food that always goes over good. Kirsti, who had never seen the game, got second, but Yvonne gave up the first place prize to her. Kathleen Paintin was next. Brenda Hammer got booby prize. For the men Ernie Hammer was first, Bob McNeely second and Tony Paintin got the booby prize, a candy cane. It was a fun get-together.

When we got home we watched the ball fall at midnight and tried to find some program with good music as I can’t hardly stand that rocking New Year’s Eve stuff. I still miss the Guy Lombardi music.

A few minutes before midnight Nick and Darci Johnson welcomed into the world a baby boy they named Taite. They couldn’t wait for him to usher in the New Year. They live in Eads. Grandma Noella sure had a smile on her face when I got the mail this morning. Manda and her two little ones are home for two weeks so grandma is having fun.

Opal Nichols fell again and this time she shattered the bone between her knee and hip. That is so bad after breaking her hip awhile back. We will be remembering her in our prayers.

Steve called this morning, Saturday, and said there was three inches of snow and still snowing. This afternoon Ruth Sinnes called from Security and said the ground was covered.

Marty and Kirsti put our house back to normal today by taking out the tree and decorations. We took down the outside lights yesterday which got us second place in rural county.

While going to Kit Carson Friday I told Kirsti as we passed Sorrento that there used to be a town there. I don’t remember when it was, but I knew George Waters, who had a store there and later moved to Stratton and opened a dry goods store. There was a lumber yard and a depot. We have a picture of Lee’s dad and others flagging a train you can see coming to get it to stop. There was a good stockyard there for shipping cattle. I remember some people living where that big Quonset is. Lee’s dad homesteaded about two miles north and a mile east.