A very memorable Memorial Day

       Why do you have to be old meaning past 75 before you can really understand that there aren’t going to be too many more opportunities for “do overs” So I’m going to appreciate who I am with all my foibles which makes me Mr. Normal and I am looking forward to Memorial Day weekend. 

      My granddaughters Kala Santos and Sage Massey have pulled off another entertaining, well run, fun to be a part of the crowd, Parkfield Memorial Day Ranch Rodeo. Actually it started Friday night 5/26 with Jackpot Team Roping and ended Sunday afternoon. The weather was perfect, I thought I was living in Pismo Beach, only without all that pesky sand blowing in my face. Zee’s youngest sister (76) years young won the Barrel Racing event. She was the oldest Barrel Racer beating out 65 youthful Cowgirls. 

Part of the family with Zee’s sister Linda, the barrel racing champion for the weekend.

          Most folks that enter the Rodeo, camp under the giant Oak trees adjoining the arena so there’s BBQ fires everywhere and every kind of sleeping accommodations from tents to Motorhomes that provide every creature comfort a human could want. 

            The arena has a backdrop of hills, trees and grass painted by Mother Nature that is so exquisite that when the Rodeo starts and this year about a dozen wild riding cowboys and cowgirls ages from ten to fifteen years come riding off the hill followed by my granddaughters Kayla Santos and Sage Massey carrying Old Glory and our state bear flag sure gets me all choked up. It certainly made me think how lucky Zee and I have been to be able to spend a lifetime raising a family and to manage all the different kinds of livestock and nurture the many green growing things and doing it in harmony with Mother Nature. All near our town of Parkfield, population 18, in the heart of the Cholame Valley of Monterey County. So next year bring your horse and rope and we can all pledge our allegiance to the greatest country of all time and then we’ll rodeo. 

                       See Ya, 

                         Jack 

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