Frank J. Buchman

Cowboy • Horseman • Writer

Old-Fashioned Corn Picking Demonstrated At Alta Vista

Turn back the decades to pick corn before hundred thousand dollar combines. That’s what has been done the past two Saturday afternoons at Alta Vista. It was in similar fashion to the way corn was harvested by farmers in the 1940s and ’50s.

Everybody Appreciates Relaxing Lifestyle

“People and horses, we like ’em both.” It might be obvious, but we hadn’t really thought much about such until recently. Several times, we made the comment while giving surrey rides at a 150th anniversary church celebration.

Finding The Lost Is Most Important

Finding a needle in a haystack is almost an impossible task. That’s about the same as locating a 900-pound steer in an 1,800-acre Flint Hills pasture. Timber in the draws makes the job more difficult, and that’s where the cantankerous critters went when they didn’t want to follow the other 400 head that walked right […]

Does ‘Achoo’ Always Call For A Blessing?

“Always say ‘Bless You’ when you hear somebody sneeze.” That’s one of the “good living rules” suggested in a recent e-mail. It’s a congenial sentiment many express, as a well wishing when we’re forced to “achoo.”

Former Bull Rider Finds Rodeo Life Continues As Successful Announcer

It hurts to fall off, but it’s sure exciting describing such action to those watching from the sidelines. Troy Goodridge has rodeo lifestyle in his system whichever direction life takes. Bleacher spectators appreciate the first hand experience style of delivery presented by Goodridge as he announces rodeos and bull ridings throughout the country.

Blessings Come In Disguise

Life is full of excitement. Yet, it could only happen to a old cowboy. The computer showed a complicated route over a toll road, while the roadmap indicated it was a straight shot through rural communities.

Generosity Must Be Guided By Conscience

NEED GAS That was the sign an attractive young woman was holding when we passed a Lawrence filling station. The next day, we were at a city department store when a skinny fellow walked up to us out of the blue: “Would you give me a dollar for gas?” We truthfully replied that we didn’t […]