My dad lived out his boyhood adventures on Grandpa Gray’s cattle ranch in Eastern Oregon, not far from Bend and Prineville. The stories from his childhood are a part of our family history, animportant history that shouldn’t be lost. And it won’t be lost if we take the time to slow down, ask the questions about those days and then listen to and document the stories. Dad has as much fun telling and retelling the stories as we do listening to them over and over again. And laughing at some of the goofy stuff they did.
The time period was the 1940s, and America and Oregon were very different places then. But the people today are much like the people back then; we’re just tucked into civilized carpeted cubicles until, as Tolkien says it in The Two Towers “… use and old age accept them, and all chance at great deeds has gone beyond recall or desire.” The wildness and simplicity and common sense of those times and the stories that come from them are treasures. They are for your enjoyment, and for the enjoyment and edification of generations of Leicesters as yet unborn
And yes, I know, Anza-Borrego State Park is in southern California, where I live. I don’t have any images of Eastern Oregon that I like as well as my own photograph, so we’ll just have to use our imagination and pretend that the southern California high desert looks just like the eastern Oregon high desert. If that’s not quite true, they are at least both hot, dry, full of cactus, and wild as anything.