Sunday, February 20, 2011

It Won't Be Long Now

I’m checking out those widows
While we’re all still alive
I’m leaving out the poor ones
I’ve got down to sixty-five

I’m eliminating one every week
And having lots of fun
Just sixty-four more weeks to go
I’ll have them down to one

I’ll be real glad when it’s over
And hope that she is healthy
But the most important thing of all
Is that the old girl’s wealthy.

D.B.C.


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

It Was Another Exasperatin' Night

I went to bed the other night
And could not go to sleep
I tossed and turned for quite a while
And counted lots of sheep

That didn’t help a dad-burn bit
So I hopped out of bed
I don’t have any sleeping pills
I took Bufferin instead

Then I came up with a scheme
I thought could not be beat
I’d count a bunch of those nice widows
That gather where we eat

So I crawled back into my bed
I counted some and couldn’t stop
I got so darned excited
I almost blew my top

I saw that wasn’t going to help
For getting me to sleep
In face it kept me more awake
Than counting those old sheep

From now on I’ll count something
That don’t get me excited
If I can help me get some sleep
I’ll really be delighted.

D.B.C. 

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

February 2nd


I thought that I’d show up today
To see if spring was here

But there was my old shadow
The sky was so darn clear

I see I made a big mistake
I showed up here too soon

So I’ll just crawl back in my hole
Until sometime next June

D.B.C.


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Oh No: Not Another Birthday

House cleaning’s a pain where I sit

It’s tiresome and gruesome you see

About 9 or 10 more years of it

Will make an old man out of me

D.B.C.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Two of Jireh's Best



Away back long ago, two boys
One fall when it was cool
In order to become real smart
Went to a Jireh school

They studied hard most every day
To learn what all they could
They followed most of the school rules
Just like all good boys should

They never misbehaved at all
So they have no regrets
They went to classes every day
They were the teachers’ pets

They studied Math and Latin too
To fill their heads with knowledge
And all the good stuff that they know
They learned at Jireh College.

D.B.C.


When I came across this entry in Grandad's poems, I vaguely remembered something about Jireh. Well, when I had to make a trip back to Wyoming in early December, I just happened to stop at an historical marker for, you guessed it, Jireh! I took some photos, which should serve as a bit of a history lesson for this entry.



Jehovah Jireh Christian College first opened its doors in 1909. It was established in the middle of nowhere on the dry, windblown eastern Wyoming prairie by a group of Congregational ministers. The school and in time the town of Jireh were located 20 miles from Lusk just south of what is now Wyoming Highway 18/20.

The school consisted of an elementary school, a high school, and a two-year liberal arts and domestic sciences college. For $65 a year, boys and girls got room and board, books, and a Christian education.

The college had an experimental farm where students and area farmers grew sugar beets, wheat, potatoes, alfalfa, and sunflowers.

The town had a newspaper, garage, bank, hardware store, and post office. A battery-operated telephone system was installed using barbed-wire fences, with the telephone wires elevated so the horses and riders could pass underneath.

Eventually the school boasted 65 students and the town 500 residents.

The town was Christian, too. Playing cards, dancing, smoking, and drinking alcohol were forbidden, although rollerskating was allowed.

World War I was the beginning of the end for Jireh, when many of the young people left for the Armed Forces or to support the war effort and never returned. A serious drought and the encroaching Great Depression heralded the end of Jireh and the college. In 1919, the Christian College organization in Ohio that had helped fund the school withdrew its support. Jireh College closed in 1920, and the building was torn down.

A cornerstone is nearly all that remains of the school and the town.

(The above information came from an "Answer Girl" column in the Casper Star Tribune; the major source of the information was Rose Kremers, Stagecoach Museum Curator in Lusk, WY.)

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Final Warning

We hope that you are listening
To your hair up here on top
That stuff you’re putting on us
Has really got to stop

It keeps us in a lather
And sure does make us sore
If you really want to keep us
Don’t use it any more

Most of us already left
We four are hanging on
So treat us nice, please no more goo
Or soon we’ll all be gone

We’re giving you this warning
Are listening down below
Please treat us with more kindness
Or all four of us will go.

D.B.C.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

It's All Old Man Rubik's Fault




Dorrene gave me a Rubik’s Cube
Last year on Christmas Day
I’ve turned and twisted, swore and cried
It’s turned my hair all gray

Clifford wrote some turns for me
I should turn left, not right
But the pattern that I came up with
Is certainly a fright

I finally stop and start all over
It really gives me fits
I think I’ll take the hammer
And pound the thing to bits

If that old guy named Rubik
Would only come around
I’d stand him on his pointed head
And drive him in the ground

If I ever get the problem solved
It should be lots of fun
But by the time I get that smart
I’ll be past Ninety-one

D.B.C.