Thursday, September 24, 2015

Wyoming: A to Z



Wyoming: A to Z
Antelope lying in the Wyoming sun—
Baby fawn jumping over its mom—
Carrying ancient Indian reads—
Desert horny toads soaking up the sun—
Everyone enjoying the sun—
Fish jumping in the stream—
Getting one for breakfast…really fun—
How can one guy be so lucky to be born and raised in such a land?
Into every day comes the wonder of sky and plain. You can see for a hundred miles.
Just in case you ever travel this way, stop. Put your feet on Wyoming soil, and talk to the wind as it swirls around you.
Keep your nose working. The heavenly smells of clean pure air will revive your breathing system.
Leave nothing to chance. Go ahead and have a Wyoming romance.
Many have gone ahead of you. Some with red skins and left arrowheads for you to find.
Never say “never” when you are asked, “When are you coming again?” Just say “soon.”
Over hill and trail, ride a saddle horse and enjoy your day.
Please look up to the sky. You will be forced to say, “My, oh my.”
Quiet and silent and as gentle as a mother’s hand is this magic land.
Roger is watching, even when he is far away. For his mind is there every day.
So don’t stay away; your soul needs a Wyoming song.
Take your time, for Wyoming can be yours and mine.
Under no circumstance will you have a reason to say, “Wyoming has let me down.”
Victory is yours every day you live in this Wyoming Wonderland.
With a wide open heart, this Wyoming trip will set you apart.
X and O are often used to brand sheep, horses, and cattle. Just wanted you to know.
Yesterday is never mentioned for Wyoming people live for today.
Z is famous in the winter when temps go below zero.
Welcome to Wyoming the Wonderland.
Roger Wilson

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Learning to Drive



Learning to Drive
My mother was about 45 years old when my brother purchased a used Chevrolet two-seater. When brother was a work, Mother decided she was going to learn how to drive.
She loaded me (six years old) and my younger brother Cy into the back seat and got the car started. It was parked on a flat area in front of the house. She found reverse gear and had the clutch pushed in. When she took her foot off the clutch pedal, the car zoomed backwards—crosswise in the road. The engine stopped. She restarted the car, found low gear and released the clutch. We were going down the hill—both sides of the road.
She finally got us on the right side of the road and away we did go—two little ones in the back, crying and wailing to get out. Mother turned a deaf ear to us.
Somehow, we made it to her sister’s house. The trip home was much better. Mom was getting used to the clutch and gas pedal—really doing pretty good. When we got to the hill, she stopped at the bottom, put the car in gear, and up we went.
She drove past our parking spot, turned onto the driveway to the garage, missed the brake but hit the gas!  Letting go of the wheel, she began hollering for Jesus to help us. The car swung left—across the lawn which put the hood right into the living room.
This was the last time my mother ever wanted or tried to drive!
Roger Wilson 6/18/15

Wednesday, January 14, 2015


“Married Young”
by Roger Wilson


I found it amazing to be a teenager:  living and laughing in our own world. Where did all that confidence come from? No problem seemed too big or too difficult for a young lady of 17 and a guy of 19.

We needed a place to live. We found a small old house on a beautiful lot with a great view of the Sound. We talked the owner into selling it to us for $2500—nothing down and $25 a month!

Together, we knocked all the plaster off the bedroom wall, put a new ceiling in, insulated the walls, went back with sheet rock and a nice paint job.

House was on its way to becoming our home.

The kitchen was next with bright wall paper, a wood cook stove with a new coating of black, and a new sink. Many warm happy hours were spent there.

Room by room, we made a home. It was this old house that taught us what it meant to be married and in love, and what it meant to be happy.

Announcing the recent publishing of Roger Wilson’s latest book: Loving Wife: Roughneck Guide to a Happy Marriage http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RPBD59U   Only 99 cents.
 
Photo: Roger and Francie Wilson