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We welcome your pictures. We're looking for images that give a glimpse of the ranching, cowboy, and rural and working life of the West of today and yesterday. We're looking for vintage photos and contemporary photos: family photos, images of where you live and work, and the area around you. 

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Week of February 15, 2010

Nancie McCormish shared photos from the Yampa Valley, near Steamboat Springs, Colorado in the summer of 2009. She tells about them:

Some of the photos are of Lynn of DWBH Hay Producers raking hay at Priest Creek Ranch. The "DWBH" stands for "Don't Worry Be Happy!"

I named her tractor "Bonny" because of the bonnet (And their larger Ford of course had to become "Clyde")

Lynn and Bonny cornering

Raking hay



This one is an old hay rake gone to ground near Jefferson, Colorado. I fooled around with the picture in Photoshop.

The pictures at Priest Creek Ranch were taken the day this poem started to happen as I watched Lynn raking around and around and around...I was helping them bale as they are typically short-handed. They work hard, like every mom-and-pop small business. Great folks!

Hay Fever

They cut and run
     from sun to sun,

Leaving little green mountains
     where once there were none.

Loafy green packages
     all in a row...

Once succulent soldiers
     now slain by the mow.

Mechanical ants
     chewing hay off the fields,

Slicing up summer
     for winter’s cold meals.

© 2009, Nancie McCormish
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


Read more about Nancie McCormish here.


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Week of February 8, 2010


Tom Nichols sent in a poem that takes place in Oregon's Rogue Valley, and we asked if he had any photos to go along with it. He couldn't locate summer photos that matched the location, but did share some striking winter scenes. First, the poem:

Dead Indian Memories

An early ride,
With friend beside,
You’ve sent us on our way.

With nary a rush,
Through shrub and brush,
We thank you for this day.

“Whoa Bos”
“Whoa Bos”

Hear the echo of their refrain,
See Herefords coming, once again.

The whole herd plodding single file,
‘Cept frisky calves that buck and rile.

With my “Two Spot” in the lead,
To call again, there was no need.

In a corral of split pine rails
Bulls are fighting and sniffing tails.

Cowboys shake a fly dust can.
They work together as if one man.

Watch for pinkeye and quills.
Suck on lemon Be Good Pills.

Soon dust hangs in the air.
“Shut the gate –sort that pair.”

Cows are pushing around the lick
Yearling heifers are shiny and slick.

Pride fills our heart and mind
A better life you’ll never find.

These are memories that never change,
That’s how we checked ‘em on our range.

© 2009, Tom Nichols
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

An Oregon History web site here gives the history of "Dead Indian Memorial Road."

Tom writes:

Here are a few winter pictures of Pop, in his woolies, and his good friend George. They are at our Dead Indian place preparing to move cattle down what is now Dead Indian Memorial Road.

Previously, Tom Nichols shared photos of lambing sheds in Klamath County, Oregon...

Read about Tom Nichols and more of his poetry here.


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Week of February 1, 2010


Popular Colorado singer, songwriter and poet Peggy Malone shares her story of "The Ol' Gully Ranch" and its rodeo history, with photos courtesy of descendant Betty Sala:

Thomas and Temperance Gully, along with their four children, left their beloved Tipperary, Ireland, back in 1862, bound for the land of promise, America! The potato famine that had devastated their country had driven young and old alike to find a new life in a new world. They came on a sailing vessel, which took about one month to cross the Atlantic. They rode below deck with many other families, not knowing what lay ahead. They arrived in New York, but their hearts were set on going to the open space of the West.

Thomas, along with other relatives, joined the many Irish immigrants that worked the Leadville mines. But, after doing this kind of work for about four years, Thomas hankered to have his own ranch, and heard that the rich high plains grassland were perfect, in what is now known as Aurora.

(Colorado was still a Territory back then, and folks could "claim" land that they could take care of as their own land. Thomas, along with his two brothers, had claimed about 11,000 acres from Toll Gate Creek west to Havana. Later, when Colorado became a state, families were only allowed 160 acres per family.)

They settled on their ranch, located at what now is known as Mississippi and Chambers Roads. They built themselves a dugout home on the side of a hill, and later added a barn right by the dugout for their livestock. They lived there for quite a while. They later built a small log home nearby Toll Gate Creek.

The Old Gully Ranch in the 1940s

John Gully grew up and married the local schoolmarm Elizabeth Clifford. When they married, John built "The Ol' Gully Ranch Homestead," where they  raised five children. Mary (called Mamie) the oldest, James (Jim), John, William (Bill), and then came Elizabeth Gully, the youngest. Later, Mamie would also become a school teacher and marry John O'Brien, who had come to work for her dad at the ranch. Yes, he married the rancher's daughter!

I'd like to share an important story that Betty told me of when Mary (Mamie) was a little girl, and religious sisters/nuns came to their ranch and the neighboring ranches to beg for food and donations for "The Queen of Heaven Orphanage in Denver." Their grandma said, "Mamie, go with the sisters and show them the easiest way to get to the Kennedy's Ranch."

As they were traveling in the buggy and were crossing the dry ditch of Toll Gate Creek, Mother Cabrini put her arms around Mamie so she wouldn't bounce out of the buggy. Mamie told Mother Cabrini that they all wished that Toll Gate would become a "live water" (one that is fed by an underground spring), as it only ran good in wet weather. Mother Cabrini said that she would pray for it to become a "live water."

Soon after Mother Cabrini's visit, a true miracle happened, as Toll Gate Creek became "live water" and has run ever since. The family was always grateful to Mother Cabrini for this miracle.

Folks today who cross the Toll Gate bridge, would never know about this if  we didn't share it with them. Maybe they should rename the bridge in honor  of Mother Cabrini? (Mother Cabrini was later canonized a Saint in the Catholic Church).

After her great-grandparents died of natural causes, her grandfather John Gully took over the ranch. John raised mostly Morgan horses for team work, because everything back in those days (late 1800s) had to be delivered by horse and wagon. It was at that time that their brand, The Diamond Bar, was secured and is still used today. They prospered and did well ... and then the Great Depression hit in the late 1920s and early '30s. Actually folks were having hard times up until the '40s until the war hit.

Elizabeth Gully married Ed Mann in 1933. He was a friend of her uncles. He worked at City Park Dairy delivering milk. Betty was born in 1934. Her parents separated early, but Betty remained on the ranch and was raised by her mom and her three bachelor uncles.

It was Betty's Uncle Bill who had the idea to have rodeos start up in the early 1940s at the Gully Ranch. Uncle Bill spearheaded it, and his brother's, Uncle John and Uncle Jim helped run it. They'd advertise the rodeo by having colorful flyers made up at a print shop which gave location and admission charge of one or two dollars. Eight-year-old Betty, along with her mother and uncle, would go to the outlying towns, like Littleton. She definitely remembers going around Colorado Boulevard and Alameda, where they would let her out at one end of town, and she'd go to all the shops, and put up flyers.

Some folks rode in on their horses and tied them to the fence, while others trailered them in. The events they had at the rodeo were saddle broncs, bareback, bull riding and calf roping. Bull doggin' came later on. Barrel racing wasn't even done back in those days. There were always other family fun events, like sack races. They'd have a horse tank filled with pop and beer, and hot dogs and hamburgers were most popular.

The Jolly Family also had The Deer Trail Rodeo during that same period of time, and the Gullys and the Jollys would make sure their rodeos were on different dates. They shared each other's rough stock for both rodeos. It was a nice working relationship.

Buckley Field was located just north and east of the ranch and all the fields were open then, so the soldiers would walk across the open fields to get to the rodeo where they would enter as contestants. This was a good outlet for them during wartime (WW II).

There was an older man that lived just west of the Gully Ranch, and he had a team and wagon. He talked to her uncle before the rodeo one summer, saying "I think I have a buckin' hoss. Now I really believe, cuz ... I tried to break this hoss for another team ... and all he'd do was buck and couldn't do anything with him! If you just put a halter on him, he was fine. Can I bring him out the day of the rodeo and we'll see if he can buck?"

Well, he drove his wagon out with the horse tied to the back of the wagon, and sure enough, they bucked him out, and he turned out to be a real good buckin' hoss. The ol' guy went home without him, and he stayed on as a buckin' hoss. Steiner Contractors from Weatherford, Texas, would come to see local buckin' hosses, and they bought two or three horses from our rodeo stock, and I think he was one of them.

When Casey Tibbs was just a young cowpoke, he rode both saddle bronc and bareback broncs at the Gully Ranch Rodeo. Dick Locks, who won a lot of money back in those days, also rode rough stock, mostly saddle broncs. The Ken Myers family lived about six or seven miles west of the Gully Ranch, and they'd always bring their families. Butch Myers was one of Kenny's sons. Butch wasn't old enough to be a contestant, but they all watched their dad calf roping. Betty says, "His dad Ken was a good roper." (It's sure 'nuf in the blood, as the grandkids, Rope, Tie, and Cash Myers have gone on and done quite well, and are well known in the PRCA.) There were also local cowboys that were contestants. When Betty's Uncle Bill passed away in 1952 or '53, and her Uncle Jim was getting up in years, that ended the Gully Ranch Rodeo.

 Soldier from Buckley Field, walked cross field to Rodeo. Aurora, Colorado, 1940s

Uncle Jim was still living on the ranch in 1956, when John Sala came looking for some pasture for his rope mare Denver Snyder. After they got acquainted, John wanted to have some calves to rope of his own, so then Uncle Jim and John had an agreement to bring calves there to rope. It had been a few years that there weren't any cattle on the ranch, so Uncle Jim thought it was a great idea. That is how the present herd got started.

Betty's uncles are in this photo of the old Stockyard Stadium in 1926. Notice that old "clown" is on both ends of the photo. In those days...if you ran fast enough you could do that! Some kinda camera! The 4th person is: Diamond Jack Alterias; 13th person is: Uncle John O'Brien (by marriage); 19th person is: Uncle Bill Gully (Betty Mann/Gully Mom's side); 25th person is: Uncle John Gully; 11th person is: Uncle Tom O'Brien (brothers).

Uncle Jim passed away around 1962. John had hoped to buy the ranch but then John's wife Ruth passed away after a long illness, so John never did live on the ranch. John kept the Diamond Bar brand alive and well, and raised some nice herefords, and black baldies.

My husband Billy and I had become real good friends with John, after buying a top notch quarterhorse brood mare, Bella Sundown from him in the 1960s. We'd go out to the ranch where our kids would love to run and play and chase rabbits. John would always have some nice cold orange sodas for them in an old fridge. He would later marry Betty, and they both became like family to us.

So, when I heard the ranch was being sold because of modern day pressures, and the old homestead would be demolished, my heart sank. So, I sat down and wrote the poem "Old Gully Ranch House" about the old branding days. We all wanted to share it, and sent it into the Aurora Historical Society, along with an old photo of the horses tied to its fence. They printed it in their news flyer. When they realized it was the oldest homestead in the Toll Gate area, they also wanted to save it. With Aurora growing so rapidly in the 1970s , they wanted to save this historical site.

The O'Briens and Betty, the great-grandchildren of Thomas and Temperance, granted approval to move the old homestead to the Aurora Historical Park. It was finally moved to its present site around 1975.

Folks may go visit the Aurora Historical Park (off of Alameda and Chambers Roads) and go into the Gully Ranch Homestead, that is exactly preserved the way Betty remembers it as a kid. "The only thing that is different," Betty  says, "growing up, it was a natural wood color, and not white." The sign at the park reads "DeLaney/Gully Homesteads." The Historical Society wanted a natural setting. The DeLaneys were actually about six miles from the GullyRanch. The DeLaneys' huge round barn is also part of the site. [See a photo of the ranch house here at the Aurora, Colorado web site.]

Mississippi and Chambers Roads are quite different today, and no one would ever imagine the history this land beholds. Thanks to Betty Sala (Gully-Mann) for sharing her stories with us, and Mary O'Brien-Ulmer for gathering up the photos. We can treasure the memories that this patch of Colorado Soil holds for us, that was once ranched by Irish immigrants, of days gone by.

When John and Betty married, they moved their cattle to their new ranch in Elizabeth, Colo. After John passed away, well into his 90s, in 2005, Betty continues the ranching tradition, and still has some fine cattle that wear the Diamond Bar Brand. She's grateful to her nephew Joe O'Brien who helps her out whenever possible. She will always have cattle and is proud to say "It's in her blood."

We thank the Aurora Historical Society for saving the Gully Homestead. Never underestimate the power of the written word.

Old Gully Ranch House

Old gully ranch house,
you're soon to die.
Prairie storms weathered
in years gone by.
The roar of campfires
from dawn til dusk.
Range cows a circlin'
in clouds of dust.
The cry of calves could
be heard from afar.
As they were put to the iron
of the diamond bar.
I've heard stories of
rodeos held there.
On Sundays they'd ride in
from everywhere.
Children's voices echoed
inside your walls.
Horses tied to your fence,
hot coffee for all.
But, new times and progress
must take its toll
And you must go,
for they'll be a new road.
But when you finally
are no more
Who will know ...
You ever were?
Just in our hearts,
your mem'ry will live
And tales of good times ...
You still can give.

             © 1974, Peggy Malone
          This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

© story copyright 2009 by Peggy Malone

This story also appeared, with some different photos, here in The Fence Post. It is included here in our Western Memories feature.

Yvonne Hollenbeck read the story and wrote:

Glen and I both enjoyed the article from Peggy Malone about the Gully Ranch and the rodeos held there. She mentions Dick Louks. Dick was a great cowboy and wonderful person. He married Maxine Eastep of Gordon and lived the rest of his life there. They had one daughter, Shirley, that was in my older sister's grade all through school. Dick was instrumental in the formation of the Tri-State Old Time Cowboys Association in Gordon and the building and maintenance of the Cowboy Museum in the city park. He had a tremendous collection of old rodeo photos and memorabilia that is housed there today. It is at that museum area where the sign is with a picture of Howard Parker riding a saddlebronc [see a photo here].

Dick had a brother, Wayne, who was a top bronc rider and on his way to a world championship when a rodeo accident happened with a wreck with a pickup man and was killed in the arena.

Of course, we also knew the Myers family well as their kids and our kids were all competing in Little Britches, High School and College rodeos together.

There is certainly a lot of great rodeo history in her article. Loved it.

Read about Peggy Malone and some her lyrics and poetry here.



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