Frank J. Buchman

Cowboy • Horseman • Writer

Returning To Childhood Ways Sometimes Good

It’s impossible to take the kid out of even an old cowboy. That was proven true when we went to grandson Wyatt’s school carnival. Times sure haven’t changed much in over five decades as the excitement for the younger generation was precisely like we remember it when we were there. Likewise, the adrenalin flowed in […]

Lawn Mowing Is Sign Of The Promised Season

“Who’s gonna mow your grass?” Buck Owens asked that question four decades ago in his hit recording. Oddly, we can still remember the first time we heard the song on the radio as we were draggin’ Main, waiting on Mom to figure the daily books at the grocery store. We didn’t see it as a […]

Salesmen With That Special Knack

Some folks are natural salesmen. We never have been. However, we were reminded about the art of salesmanship as we watched a couple sell roasted nuts at a recent farm show. The economy might be tight, but nearly half of everybody passing their booth was a purchaser. We soon became aware of their success rate […]

Radical Weather Controlled By Only One

Everybody likes to talk about the weather. Why is that? It’s because weather is one thing everybody has in common. Men, women, children, friends, enemies and strangers can freely discuss the weather. Like one said, “If it wasn’t for the weather, there’d be times there wouldn’t be anything to talk about.” Many conversations, when starting […]

Busy Saturday Made For Restful Sabbath

Saturday night is when the ole home town comes to life. At least that’s the way it used to be. Some communities have even attempted to mimic those good old days with similar affairs, recalling times of seven decades and longer ago. Yet, as admirable as the efforts are, there is little similarity to what […]

Survival Depends On Patronage

“We are not busy.” That’s a bad statement, and a terrible feeling, if one is in business and finds such to be the serious predicament. A customer said those words to us more than a year ago, and the comment stuck like a thorn and stayed with us. We’ve thought of it many times since.

Childhood Friendships Last Forever

Oh, where have all of our ole girl friends gone? Alice, Bernice, Bertha, Bessie, Blanche, Edith, Effie, Ethel, Grace, Goldie, Helen, Ione, Laura, Lee, Lucia, Josie, Marie, Minnie, Shirley, Stella, Viola and a few others we can picture in our mind, but sorrowfully have forgotten their names. We miss them so.

More Extravagancies Than Often Considered

Oh, how wasteful we are. Even as conservative and as much of a tightwad we proudly proclaim to be, we sure are a spendthrift, when evaluated honestly. It’s not just in a couple of places, but nearly everything we do actually demands more efficiency and appreciativeness.

Cow’s Sudden Death Is Somber Reminder

Death is just a  breath away. The finest line separates here and hereafter. That was again brought to bear on a record-nice Saturday afternoon. One minute the most ideal cow, perfect in type, condition, age and ready to calve within days, was calmly devouring lush hay. Minutes later she was on her side in uncontrollable […]

Cow’s Sudden Death Is Somber Reminder

Death is just a breath away. The finest line separates here and hereafter. That was again brought to bear on a record-nice Saturday afternoon. One minute the most ideal cow, perfect in type, condition, age and ready to calve within days, was calmly devouring lush hay. Minutes later she was on her side in uncontrollable […]