Western History

My dad loved studying the history of the early homesteaders in Jackson Hole.  He logged over 3,400 hours of volunteer work for the Historical Center, organizing six file cabinets of information, tagging them digitally and providing an index.  Here he’s seen with my friend, Cathy, at the museum, explaining about the early homesteaders.

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He took Sarah and me to the Geraldine Lucas home, which is not a normal tourist destination.

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We also spent some time with him in various places looking for burials of early pioneers.

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But one of the most unique activities (when our children were small) was riding on historic Menor’s Ferry the summer that Daddy volunteered to take visitors back and forth across the Snake River.  That was a treat!

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Western Hobbies

My parents really enjoyed living in the West.  They participated in many of the activities of a typical mountainous region.

Boating:

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Hiking:

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Horseback riding:

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Viewing wildlife:

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In addition, my dad loved working in his shop.

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He made all the cabinets in his house, as well as a lot of furniture and fun items, such as this rocking horse.

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He had a model train in his shop.

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He taught me how to cane a chair.

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My mother taught us how to knit and sew.

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She always played games with us, even when she broke her ankle.

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My parents also loved to travel.  This photo of my mom and sister was taken on the Delta Queen, when we travelled (courtesy of my dad) on the Mississippi River by steamboat from St. Louis to Minneapolis.

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Finally, here they are together on one of the “Flying Jayhawk” trips to Europe.

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More Ozarks Pics

We truly had a lot of fun at the Lake of the Ozarks when I was young.  There was always a crowd around our cabin.

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The dogs were always in the water, trying to catch the little fish that swam between their legs.  This is Glory and Toot.  Since the mama was named Glory-Train, her pup was named Toot, or Tooty.  They would dive underwater with their mouths wide-open and come up spluttering; it was hilarious!  We always tried to keep them dry for the last couple of hours before making the long drive back to Kansas City, but often failed.

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Glory actually caught a fish–one time–and was she ever excited, but in her excitement (and being yelled at by someone that thought she’d picked up another dead fish) she dropped it on the walkway and it flipped back into the water and swam away.

We not only had slalom skis, shoe skis and trick skis, but also a kite that was pulled behind the boat.  This isn’t me; I was too afraid.  My sister was the one that enjoyed the kite although we had a scare when the harness broke and she fell at least 30 feet into the water, straining her back.

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We had other friends that also enjoyed the kite.

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I’m grateful to my parents for providing a fun place for us to hang out, and for allowing us to invite (or welcome) all the friends that showed up.

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Mother and Kids

Today I’m sharing some of the random photos of my mother with the kids (although most of the baby pics are Terry).  Some of these are hilarious!

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Mirrors are fun!

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Here’s one of me with her on her birthday.  My dad had arranged for his daughters to make a horrible cake, I think, just by dumping nearly everything in the kitchen in the bowl.  Needless to say, we didn’t eat it, but we did provide another, better one, on the side.

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Here are a couple more pics with each of her daughters.

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More Family Pics

These are more random photos of my dad through the years, particularly at special occasions.  He enjoyed seeing the little ones and playing with them when he could.  This is my cousin, Molly, on the left, and Chris on the right.  Daddy usually had a pipe in his mouth in these early photos, but he quit smoking by the 90’s.

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He enjoyed taking the family to Dornan’s, to the big teepees, for breakfast.

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I love this photo of my sister with Daddy, giggling over something.

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Holidays were always important to get together, when possible.

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These were taken years ago in Kansas City, and were probably taken shortly after “Mom,” my maternal grandmother, passed away from cancer.  Somebody left my mother’s head out of the scene accidentally!

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This would be my dad’s view at the same table — left to right — my grandma and grandpa Chaney, “Pop” (my mother’s dad), my mother, my sister, Robyn, and myself.

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Here are photos of my dad with his parents, Delia and Roy Chaney, with Robyn.

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This next one is odd because Robyn seems to be cut off; do you suppose she wasn’t cooperating?

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Here’s both of us with the Chaney grandparents; now who’s not cooperating? Why didn’t they cut me out?  Too much picture taking, but Grandma and Grandpa look great!

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Family is Important

My parents always considered family to be most important, and made sure neither daughter was favored over the other.  It was a wonderful truth to know and I can honestly say that I feel the same way towards my own children.  We always spent a lot of time together as a family, and my parents made it fun for the kids.

At the first cabin in Jackson Daddy put up a teepee for the children to play in.  They had a blast playing “cowboys and indians.”  You may notice that the kids that were not from Wyoming were the ones that dressed the part very well.

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There was a fun saddle to play on too.

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It’s still fun to play on.

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My dad enjoyed teasing the kids, big or little.

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We often did fun things together, like watching parades go by.

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When our mother passed away Daddy took us on a fun historical home tour in Kansas City.

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Family was always important and we had a lot of fun together.  I will show more photos throughout the week, so enjoy!

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Fun in the Ozarks

Growing up, our family was always involved in hobbies of various sorts.  We had a cabin at the Lake of the Ozarks and went there nearly every weekend in the summer.  img217_500

Here is a photo of my parents in our boat.  My dad could pull nine skiers at once behind this boat, many of us on slalom (a single ski).  He would throw all the skis and ropes out and go in the cabin for a drink and tell us to call him when we got everything sorted out and ready to go.  Then it would take the full length of the cove to get everyone up.  It was lots of fun until someone would fall, but often we succeeded in getting back to the cove with everyone still on their feet.  My parents always invited friends to come, and also allowed us to invite friends, so we’d have crowds of teenagers and adults that arrived with us, in their own cars, or by boat.

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We had trick skis, shoe skis and even a kite to pull behind the boat.  Here are some of the tricks I enjoyed doing.

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My dad loved taking us fishing.  Here he is with our dear friend, Bugs.  He would always say, “The boat caught the fish,” to prevent one person from bragging more than the other (or perhaps to make me feel better if he was the one that caught all the fish).  I remember catching a fish once that was no more than 1/2 inch bigger than the bait, and we just looked at each other and busted out laughing.

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When they sold the place in the Ozarks and built a home in Jackson Hole, Daddy continued his love of water sports, at least for a while.  Here are our kids with Grandpa in front of Jackson Lake and Mount Moran.

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He was always eager to take the little ones fishing.  Here’s Sarah with her Grandpa.

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This is my favorite photo of my parents, taken at a campout with friends in the Ozarks.

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