As there isn’t much going on around here and certainly nothing exciting I thought I would tell you a story. The Cowboy’s family has lived in the Boulder valley since the late 1800’s when his great-great uncles arrived. In 1894 great-great uncle Frank Bliss purchased the Grand Hotel and made it a first class hotel and restaurant. Family rumor has it Uncle Frank lost the Grand Hotel in a horse race! Grandfather Clark, as a teenager, helped care for an outlaw who having been shot in the street was brought into the Grand to recover. Rumor has it the bullet was removed while the outlaw reclined on the pool table. The Grand Hotel still exists in Big Timber and is a hotel/bed and breakfast/restaurant. It’s one of the places the Cowboy took me during our short courtship. The building is a stately, gorgeous brick building with lots of beautiful oak paneling inside. I think if you click on the photo below it will enlarge–this article hangs in the bar of the Grand Hotel.
And another Grand Hotel story–when my Dad was alive we had all gone there to have dinner one summer evening. My dad was a southern gentleman, very private and did not like to cause any scenes. He spoke very slowly and ate even slower. That night the dining room was packed and noisy. Dad began to choke–I noticed but didn’t do anything so as not to call attention to Dad, thinking his choking would resolve. But, it quickly became more serious and my mother said, “Janna, do something.” I sprang out of my chair, jerked my father to his feet, performed the Heimlich maneuver and out popped a piece of steak. All was well except for Dad’s embarrassment! The next morning when Dad woke I asked him if he was OK and if his throat hurt. His reply spoken in that loooong southern drawl, “no, I’m OK but daughter, I thought you were going to let me choke to death!!!” So much for my being worried about his being embarrassed!
Geez has our weather been nasty–our high temperature today was around 38 degrees, the wind blew and it spit snow pellets all day. We went into Big Timber this afternoon–the fall colors along McLeod Street are stunning–
The Cowboy has been working on his chain saws–we cut firewood the other day and two of his chain saws quit. My morning consisted of routine chores–making granola, bathing the dog, laundry, etc. It may well be a long winter.