My Irish Grandmother

Probably about fifty years ago. This is Walter and Nora Bangert and their children. My mom, Voreta Rae (Vicky) is on the right. The little lady in the middle is my Grandma. She was the closest thing to a leprechaun that I have ever known. You see my Grandma came from County Mayo, Ireland during WWI. Grandma Bangert was more than a good reason to appreciate the Irish. She died in 1972, not long after a special luncheon honoring Nora on St. Patricks Day. I knew this little lady had lots of spunk and I still smile about what they found in near her bed when they were going through her things. This little Irish lady had a toy pistol in her nightstand. That tickled my Grandpa and the kids. However, what really made them smile, was the meat cleaver under her side of the mattress. Don't mess with an Irish Grandma

Thanks Mom

I have shared with you my Irish heritage by way of my Grandma Bangert, who came over from Ireland as a young lass. But my favorite Irish lady, was my mom...half Irish i suppose. She loved life and she made sure that this day and every day was special. This photo was taken by Canyon Lake around the time that my mom and dad (Tige and Vicky Reinhold) were married. She loved her family and she loved Jesus.

St. Patrick’s Day brings special memories for me and not just the celebration of the holiday. For on March 17th as an eight year I received the precious gift of salvation through Jesus Christ. I remember the evening very well. Mom was washing dishes in the kitchen and my heart was quite troubled with unanswered questions. I squeezed into the corner near where she stood. It was between the old refrigerator and the flour bin. I told Mom of my concerns and she immediately dried her hands off and called to Dad. We then went into the back bedroom and visited and they shared Scriptures with me and then we prayed together. I am grateful for my parents and I am oh so grateful for my Great God and Savior, Jesus Christ.

HUNGARY HORSE PROJECT

The Hungary Horse Project has been in the works for several years and is now in it's final steps of completion. A project involving a number of fine people, RAINBOW BIBLE RANCN, OPEN BOX RAFTER RANCH and the Lonetree Ranch to enhance the horse program of the Morning Star Ranch Ministry is nearing the end stages. Tomorrow these horses head to Huston, where they will be in quarantine for a month and then will be transported by plane to Europe. The Morning Star Ranch under the guidance of Gábor Győri and his family, has been a sister camp of Rainbow for the past several years. Together, our desire is that the Good News of Jesus will be furthered by using horses in reaching young people and their families.

PRIDE AND JOY


Danny Reinhold is shown bringing in a couple of stragglers on the good big horse, "Rooster" this morning. The forecast calls for 12"-24" of snow with strong winds. We have the livestock pretty much where we want them, but we realize that this is shaping up to be a dangerous storm. We are pleased to receive the moisture. Snow brings nitrogen into the soil. We sure can use the runoff...however on days such as this, one's memory bank is certainly tapped. I recall another Mother's Day Blizzard in, I believe, 1967. There was significant livestock loss. I do remember riding with Dad after the storm accounting for loss and as well the living. As Dad and I rode then, near where Danny is in this photo, we came across a pretty Hereford heifer calf. Dad smiled big and said, "Well you rascal...you made it." This heifer was out of the 67 cow and when it came time to register this little heifer, Dad named her "LT (Lonetree) Pride and Joy. A good memory indeed

"Ca Boss"

The Reinhold Kids enjoy having the calves come and get their feed. It has been interesting over the years to hear how different families call their calves or cows or bulls. In fact you probably do it the way your Dad did, which means it is fairly similar to the way your Grandfather did it as well. "Here Caaalff, Here Calf, Here Calfie," Ca Boss, Ca boss, Ca boss", "Come bossy", works for the milk cow...or is it milch cow? And "Here bully, bully, bully."

Robin's Dad..."Come Cooowww, Come Coooww, Come Cow."

For those of you that don't have the foggiest notion what I am talking about...

Nice Coat

Hey Colleen Brunner, remember those coats that you sent down to Danny and Caleb that had belonged to your parents years ago? Caleb wore his during the Black Hills Stock Show & Rodeo and he received more compliments. One lady even asked to to take his photo. The best one though is even Trevor Brazile - said that he liked the coat when Caleb was getting his autograph. Although, those big brown eyes and striking smile may have had something to do with all the attention.

Rock Hounding

It was such a lovely Sunday Afternoon, we had a difficult time heading back to the house. Danny stayed with Grandpa after we had dinner. And after looking over the horses, we took on one of our most relaxing activities...rock hunting. This extended "January Thaw" provided for great conditions and it was really quite beautiful. The kids are actually very capable at finding fine specimens. In fact, Julia has earned the nickname of "Old Agate Eye". Enjoying the plains and hills of the Lonetree Ranch.

Of course on this Sunday Afternoon, Robin had the camera. She could not resist taking this shot of the youngest "Reinhold Rock Hound".

Of course with Sunday Afternoon being a day of rest. I find the rocks...And I let Caleb "pack" the larger ones. "Such Great Kids!

Country School on the Ranch

The Morse Creek School located on the Lonetree Ranch where all the Emanuel and Hazel Reinhold Childern attended. This was 1942. Pictured l-r: Tige Reinhold, Dorothy Reinhold Gapp, The Martinson kids from over on Antelope Creek and Ruth Reinhold Humke.

The school was originally built over west between the Reinholds and the Fredolph Johnson family. It was later moved south to the top of the breaks along the winter passage of the Old Fort Pierre Deadwood Trail.

An interesting note... This was the Morse Creek School not to be confused with the Morris Creek School toward Tilford. The location of Morse Creek is not certain, but was probably a dry draw or ravine that would flood seasonally. The story goes that a well known Stockman named Corb Morse, whose ranch headquarters was in Rapid Valley went to look at some horses north of Rapid City. He set out into the gumbo in his old Ford and got stuck. A couple of cowboys on horseback were able to pull him out of what they dubbed Morse Creek... Who knows for sure. Corb Morse died in Rapid City in 1940 and is buried at the Mountain View Cemetery. You can go to the Journey Museum in Rapid City to learn more about this legendary cattleman of the late 1800's and early 1900's.

Barnyard Wonderland

"Robin, Happy Birthday!"

I was politely instructed to not put a picture of "her" on FB...so today I will just put some pictures of "hers" in this post. What a beautiful day on the prairie. What a wonderful day to have a birthday

THANK YOU ROBIN LEE

Last evening we watched "A Mom for Christmas" (1990 starring Olivia Newton John). I could not help but eye Robin with a little girl on her lap and agree to the importance of that. I also noticed that Robin's eyes closed once in awhile during the film. She has a right to be tired. Our next few days will be extremely busy. Surely not quite as we planned. But being in the ministry sets one up for outreach to the hurting. And we desire to faithful to the calling. I am certain that Robin is somewhat overwhelmed.."she told me so". And I can relate to an extent. But one thing for certain, "I am so thankful that my kids have a Mom for Christmas and year around that pours herself out for them." Thank you Robin Lee.

INSTEAD OF RUDOLPH

I put on my red felt Christmas hat,
And was dressed in my finest clothes.
Went out and caught me an antelope
He had the blackest nose.

He had only one speed you see,
And that was faster than the fastest fast.
I hooked him to my little runner sled
We could deliver gifts to the very last.

As a little cowboy in Dakota
Things were a mite different when the snowflakes fell.
Cause we didn't have any reindeer
Just antelope to wear the Christmas Bell.

Now here I am some fifty years later
And I still have some gifts to put under the tree
And yes if I had my druthers instead of Rudolph.
That little Buck antelope would be the one for me.

Larry B. Reinhold December 16, 2014

Bucky and Larry around 1960

Quite a Story

Great job Molly Reinhold. It is certainly a Dad's special moment to hunt with his children...and you did this one so well. I watched as you slipped up on this buck and doe as they hid in the elm trees. One shot with that little saddle gun, a 30-30 Winchester model 94. Of course, we all were whispering prayers in the endeavor and so it made sense to offer a prayer of thanks and appreciation after the successful hunt. Again as a Dad, I was certainly touched as I listened to Molly pray. She thanked the Lord for the opportunity to hunt, to be a steward of the land and God's creation and then she thanked God for the life of the deer as well. Outdoorsmen of integrity will understand this prayer of thanksgiving.

Quite a story behind that rifle. I was with my brother, Lyle, when he bought that gun in a little gun shop on Main Street in Rapid City about 40 years ago. He then sold it to me, when we were both at Montana Institute of the Bible in Lewistown. He wanted to buy a set of Bible commentaries as he was preparing to go into the camping ministry. Yes, I bought them as he needed the money to satisfy his love of books.

After my brother's death, Dad and Mom thought that I would benefit from having Lyle's collection of books. I have. And a couple of years ago, I thought that Molly Anne would benefit and appreciate a certain special rifle. Obviously she has. I am sure that my brothers, her uncles, would enjoy hearing and sharing hunting stories. Miss Molly,this one will be a good one to pass on.

Scouting For Deer

We have been busy and we finally went out and did a little scouting yesterday afternoon for deer. Saw quite a few mulies in the breaks. The best part is not pulling the trigger or even bagging the big buck...but rather the camaraderie of the family and friends sharing in the outdoors

In our time out on the ranch yesterday afternoon, we saw about 50 pronghorn antelope and about that many mule deer.

Garden Harvest

OK... I love the produce from the Garden, as well. Robin worked hard even though the spring worked against her. The tomatoes did excellent and we are still enjoying fresh sliced tomatoes.

And I may look a little smug here, but I am pondering all the good meals ahead. Robin has been roasting the beets...I don't think they can be beat (Ha). I enjoy parsnips sliced and sauteed in butter. Fresh glazed carrots could win over Dennis the Menace. And I have always savored the flavor of a turnip or two cooked and then mashed in with mashed potatoes. Mom would do that often. It makes for a rich full flavor.

Sure it is cold out today, but this was the scene the day before the snow started to blow and the temperatures started to plummet. We dug the last of the root crops from Robin's Garden. These are memory makers.

Filling the Hayloft

We purchased some small hay and straw bales for the hayloft from our good friend Tonya N Tanse Herrmann. The boys kept them flying on the outside..

And the girls stacked them nice and neat on the inside of the loft of the Lonetree Ranch barn.

A couple of the Reinhold sisters after a job well done. I must mention that Robin took the photos, but when she wasn't snapping pics, she was stacking hay. What a lady!

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