How Times Have Changed

When we came home from Pittsburg Saturday, we came a different route and passed a buffalo farm.  Going through Kansas, it’s just flat and lots of prairie type land.  I was thinking about when the settlers came across Kansas and Oklahoma and the Indians and buffalo were roaming, unfettered by fences or interstate highways.  My mind wanders and I think of back then when young people (or old people) left home and went west.  Those moms must have been really sad.  I wouldn’t have been a good pioneer mom.  No email, no cell phones, no land lines, real mail was “iffy” (kinda like today I guess but cheaper).

The thought crossed my mind that it’s sad that this buffalo (there were many out there, I just got a picture of this one) never knew what it was like to roam the prairies.  He’s always lived behind a fence and probably gets fed hay or whatever buffalo eat, has someone out providing water when the ponds freeze over.  He doesn’t have a clue what his ancestors dealt with . . though I doubt he spends much time worrying about his ancestors.

Then I looked at the next picture I’d taken and what the heck?  His ancestors never saw a power plant or electricity transmission lines passing over the prairie!  Guess that’s the price we have to pay for all these modern conveniences I was worried about losing if the ice knocked out our power.  Oh well, he doesn’t look very bothered by any of it.  It’s just that goofy woman in that motorized wagon taking pictures with that fancy camera that has his attention right now.

Comments

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    becky rhodes says

    Sounds like you’re feeling better. Glad to read it. Funny what you think about as you’re traveling though. Hope you have a better day today Judy.

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    June Piper-Brandon says

    Home home on the range, where the deer and the buffalo roam. When we were out looking at a piece of land to list we passed a buffalo farm here in Maryland too, not far from our house (about an hour) and the deer roam in my back yard. I really like bison meat, it is delicious – much better than beef.

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    Marla says

    I think too what our women ancestors went thru as they went west in covered wagons. Some of them had to leave mothers, fathers, grown children and other family members behind, sometimes knowing that most likely they would never see them again. Remember Laura Ingalls of the “Little House” books? Her mother and father never saw some of their close family members ever again. With the age of electronics, internet and phone service we have, the world has become so much smaller. Glad you are feeling better today Judy.

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    Bobbie says

    I admire the Indians so much. Have some Indian blood in me and my Grandaughter–who is adopted-is 1/2 Indian. I have eaten buffalo and I like it——BUT-yesterday I fixed your “Sara’s pork roast” and it was probably the best thing I’ve ever had–no joke. My husband liked it a whole lot and he hardly will ever eat pork. Best news is that theres plenty left-can’t wait for lunch today. Thanks
    Hugs, Bobbie

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    Cindy says

    That ranch is owned by a woman who used to belong to our guild, but she just got too busy. There is also a huge herd of Elk, you must not have seen any.

    Are you feeling any better today?

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    says

    Judy, I love the bison pics. I wanted to let you know you’ve been tagged for an “award.” Go to my blog for the info.

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    A. L. says

    4 years ago while on our fabulous trip out west, we were on the backroads of Kansas. That is the road we like best- the back roads.
    We rounded the bend in some farming community and there it was! A CAMEL RANCH!!

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    says

    Glad you are better Judy. Love the Buffalo pictures. Remember our ancestors made quilts with a needle and a candle… Gotta go get my Ott Light.

    Pat

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    says

    Bob always tells me that it’s a good thing I didn’t live in the era of buffalo & Indians. He says if I was kidnapped by Indians they’d give me back!
    I hate being hot and sticky with no shower, bathroom, ac etc. A camper I’m not!
    Karen