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From: Shelley Keesler
Sent: Tuesday, August 03, 2010 7:54 PM
To: Judy Wray ; thomas tippetts
Cc: Jean Timiney ; Jim Tippetts ; Dean Tippetts ; Cindy Avery ; Daniel Tippetts ; Michele Corbett
Subject: Re: Grandpa T.s horse

Oh yea, mom had a habit of popping her head up and looking to make sure none of us were within hearing distance, she really tried to keep us from picking up the habits, but some of us still ended up with the family language problem!

Here's one. One time I was with dad, mom and Royal in the Scout. We went over to Dryhead, not sure exactly why, just touring I think. Dad liked to do a lot of 4-wheeling, there are numerous stories about that, but this time he decided to climb a hill that looked quite steep, but that didn't stop him. Mom begged him not to go up but he was bound to do it. She said "then let me and Shelley out." So he stopped and she got out, but stupid me, I stayed in. On up the hill we trudged slowly driving over big and small boulders, the Scout worked pretty hard - my best moments were spent behind Royal as we went up the hill and he was leaning over dad's shoulder - I know you all know what that is like!

It was slow going but we eventually got close to the top. What dad couldn't see from the bottom of the hill was that there was about a 2 foot ledge that he would have to get over to get on top. He hated to do it, pride and all, but he had to back down, I'm sure mom bit her nails all the way. The danger being turning over backwards, he had to ride hard on the break. We got down, I don't know why, it just wasn't our time to die!

New story
Also, the time we got to go to Devil's Canyon as a reward for working hard on the first weeding of the beets. Elaine (boog) McArthur went with me and dad had set up the cattle rack with a couple of mattresses, one on the bed of the truck and the other on boards up on one of the bars of the rack. He had cleverly but braces on the bottom side of the boards so as to hold the boards on the bar. This was all covered by canvas sewn in the shape of the rack, like a tent (primitive camper.)

We were fine and having a great time when suddenly we became vertical in a couple of seconds. I was fairly calm because I knew what was happening, but Boog had eyes the size of dishes. I just told her to hang on to the bar in front of us and curl her toes around the end of the bed. We bounced and jostled to the top of the hill, which we couldn't see and didn't know how long it was. Pretty soon we became horizontal again and the pickup stopped.

Boog and I laid there and I started laughing, then we climbed down and out of the truck. Dad came around to the rear of the truck and said "Why did you let all our gear fall out?" We just looked at him and I started laughing again. In spite of the trip in, we had a great time in the Canyon after we marched down the hill collecting all our pillows and blankets, food, water, etc.
We were able to keep our bed from bouncing out the back flap of the tent

--- On Thu, 7/22/10, thomas tippetts wrote:

From: thomas tippetts
Subject: Re: Grandpa T.s horse
To: "Judy Wray"
Cc: "Jean Timiney" , "Shelley Keesler" , "Jim Tippetts" , "Dean Tippetts" , "Cindy Avery" , "Daniel Tippetts" , "Michele Corbett"
Date: Thursday, July 22, 2010, 5:21 PM


As far as I know that hat is still in the drain

--Tom


On Jul 22, 2010, at 5:13 PM, Judy Wray wrote:

How many years did he continue to wear the hat after that?
From: thomas tippetts
Sent: Thursday, July 22, 2010 5:04 PM
To: Judy Wray
Cc: Jean Timiney ; Shelley Keesler ; Jim Tippetts ; Dean Tippetts ; Cindy Avery ; Daniel Tippetts
Subject: Re: Grandpa T.s horse


Michele, you lived a sheltered life across the drain if thats the only outburst you heard. There are some classics.

When I was 5 or 6 dad dropped one wheel of the hay bailer off the edge of that same drain except further upstream. Mom was with us and I learned some new words, but the most vibrant memory was what his new straw hat looked like when he finished. The biggest piece was about 3 inches across

--Tom


On Jul 21, 2010, at 10:24 AM, Judy Wray wrote:

That's it! Funny, but so typical, dad story from Michele, too.

From: Michele
Sent: Wednesday, July 21, 2010 9:53 AM
To: Judy Wray
Subject: Re: Grandpa T.s horse

Actually, I remember grandpa's horse. He was a sorrel and his name was *Dee*. Uncle Tuffy and Aunt Peg had a black horse with white stocking feet that was named *Boots*. I can remember *Ridge* and dads horse *Banner*, *Mike*, *Ajazz*. There were a lot of horses that I can't remember their names right off hand. I always loved to ride him cause he was the fastest runner. He never liked the other horses ahead of him. I remember Jay, Tim, Julie, Les and I rode horses all summer long. We would go out into the hills and explore the country side and we would always race back home cause that was when they ran the fastest. I'm surprised that we lived through all our youth. You asked to jot down a story about your dad and this is so funny to me. This just popped into my head and I don't really know why..I don't remember how old I was but I was outside playing in the backyard. Remember the drain that separated our places? Anyway I couldn't see your dad but I believe he was working on a piece of machinery and things weren't going to well. I could hear him getting agitated, by his voice, and then all of a sudden I heard some language come out of his mouth that I had never heard before. It really surprised me cause uncle Marion just never talked like that. It strikes me funny now that I'm older, cause I've been in similar situations. Thank you for the photo's. I had to call tctwest cause this attachment wouldn't open. It had to be installed on my puter. I don't know what I'd do without Scott and tctwest to help me out..Have a great day and I send my love.


From: Judy Wray
Sent: Wednesday, July 21, 2010 7:53 AM
To: Michele Corbett
Subject: Grandpa T.s horse

Michele, you remember the picture of Grandpa next to his horse that Grandma took with her "Brownie" camera? We thought for years that that was Boots but my Dad told me shortly before he passed that it wasn't Boots. He said it was Grandpa's favorite horse and it seems to me it was "Rose" or something. Could you ask your dad and let me know? Plus, Jim has challenged us to write down Dad's story by next year so if you think of any good stories about him, or your Dad, let one of us know. Thanks. Love you! I sent you a scan of the picture Jim sent me. One is black and white the other is greyscale, I think.