Our Friend Lonesome Ron

ronWe have a musical friend called Lonesome Ron.  He is the kind of fella that is always there if needed.  The kind of friend that we don’t often see, and when we do, he is just all Ron once again.  He remembers every-ones birthday (even my daughter’s!)  and sends a musical greeting of his own device.

He is kind, tall, and good.  We very much like Ron!

Ron is talented, he yodels, he sings cowboy songs, jazz, rock. he plays a bass, a guitar, a mandolin, and more than likely many more instruments.

Well all, Our Lonesome Ron has released his first CD and his having a release party this weekend.  I wish we could go, but we are at a family event that night.  But y’all  if you are in the Mankato area on March 28th, stop in, your time will be well spent!!!ron cd release

No More Hurdy Gurdy

Today in history…
Today in 1885; Montana Territory- the legislature banned “pernicious hurdy-gurdy” houses.  Well then…

despair of the dovesFor all the romance, for all the movie representations about Spoiled Doves. we can name more stories of the pain of prostitution.  Often a needed way to make money for women of the old west, prostitution was a dangerous and life sapping activity.  Women were subject to beatings, disease, overwork and early death.  Many women imported from other countries, were held as slaves dependent on their “owners”  to survive.  Their lives were sad and rough, Women from an early age entered into this system, starting in youth as a featured member of the house and often ending; older and worn out, in back alley cribs.

Widows, daughters, poor destitute women were  soilded doveforced due to circumstances to turn to prostitution to survive.  There were few ways for a woman to make money, teaching, store keeping, millinery and prostitution were primary income sources, and the “good” jobs where few.

Upon the shoulders of these outcast ladies; great parts of our country were built.

Our hats are off to honor them!



Today in History…

v0_masterToday in History…  Today, March 10, 1881 A telephone company is established in Tucson, Arizona Territory…  Which leads me here.

Tomorrow evening the Old West Society will be at Twin Cities Public Television in St Paul, answering phones.

Remember to call in and pledge you all.  TPT is a wonderful organization, dedicated to bringing culture, history and honest entertainment to Minnesota!  Old West History

Tomorrow night is Old West History…We will fit right in.  Hope to hear you on the other end of the phone!!!oldwestamerican experience

Alfred Owle’s Last Stop

This Picture caught our heart,  The Old West was for a short time, yet its magic lives on!



Deadwood Art

oe Dawson Cowboy Art, P.O.Box 2612, Taos, New Mexico 87571 Phone (575)779-7553) #127 DEADWOOD EXTERIOR WAITING ON INTERIOR, Original oil painting stretched on canvas 3 feet in height and 6 feet across. 36"H x 72" W. This is the painting of a street scene for the first season of the HBO series "DEADWOOD".
Joe Dawson Cowboy Art, P.O.Box 2612, Taos, New Mexico 87571 Phone (575)779-7553)
#127 DEADWOOD EXTERIOR WAITING ON INTERIOR, Original oil painting stretched on canvas 3 feet in height and 6 feet across. 36″H x 72″ W. This is the painting of a street scene for the first season of the HBO series “DEADWOOD”.

We love western artwork, and love to share it when possible.  We are trying to make sure we attribute the artist, because by golly, they deserve the praise both legally and morally.  Here is one found on the internet that made us happy, simply because one of our winter projects has been watching all of the Deadwood series. Tough job huh?



The Eternal Cowboy ♣

What are our views of a cowboy?  Me, I am not a purist. I loved Roy Rogers as a child.  I watched him faithfully every Saturday morning; the adventures of Dale, Trigger, Gabby, and  the wonderful jeep, Nelly Bell held me enthralled, giving me a glimpse of other realities, making mine, for the moment, exotic and romantic.  My reality was out on that ranch, chasing rustlers, hearing the serenade of coyotes, smelling the scent of juniper on the air, the soft smell of leather.   I rode, with my heroes, into the setting sun, dust at my heels.

There is also a less than prosaic view of the west; the ruggedness of trail drives, the harsh mornings of waking to no food, and the need to make way in a hostile environment.  Rough frontier towns, lawless, dirty, built by new settlers, gunmen, farmers, merchants, cowmen, horse wranglers, bankers,gamblers,soiled doves, teachers,ministers, villains, heroes; strong men and women with a need and drive to move forward into a future created by them, for them, and for their children.  They all shared a rough and tumble existence springing from imagination and hard work.

We continue to honor the old west, with our movies, books, reenactments.  Some of you are real western hero’s today, others, like me, live on the fringe of romance, making my own way while straddling both worlds of modern and old.

The cowboy is eternal, and judging by the reactions we receive from children during our old west reenactment, will always exist.

Have you thought of your image of the eternal cowboy?  Do words like honor, pain, perseverance, skill come to mind?  Do you understand where in your soul the cowboy walks?