[ADDENDUM: Then again, if you don’t want to buy Scenic, there’s always this.
It’s scenic.]
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Iris is simply wonderful. We attended a John Prine – Iris Dement concert in Davenport a few weeks ago. If you have a chance to catch them together, do it.
Great song, but her song that speaks to me is “In Spite of Ourselves.” The two songs together cover marriage and home just about as well as can be done.
That song always makes me cry, and hate myself for it.
Strangely enough I was in Scenic, SD last September. It didn’t look like it was worth $799,000.
Always had hopes I might own a spread in Jackson Hole. Nothing quite as grand as the one promoted. Somehow the heavens never opend up and rained down the necessary lucre. Drat! At least I managed to fish the Snake, Gros Ventre, Hoback, Salt Fork, Green and other delightful trout streams while basking in that gorgeous scenery. Memories to relish in the twilight of life.
Scenic. I expect someone could write a book on all the hopeful, eager names of towns across this country. Like when Erick the Red named his discovery ‘Greenland.’
I don’t know about Scenic. I’ve always been pretty sure Iris wrote this song about my hometown, Uniontown, PA. It’s exactly like the town in her song in every way, and it always makes a lump in my throat when I hear her sing it.
“Scenic. I expect someone could write a book on all the hopeful, eager names of towns across this country. Like when Erick the Red named his discovery ‘Greenland.’ ”
There is a little town, with an old intact opera house, in Iowa named What Cheer. It remains an optimistic little piece of America to this very day. Folks in What Cheer are more than glad to cheer you up.
It’s been that way for a while and has been getting worse, but people who grew up in Jackson Hole can’t afford to live in Jackson Hole. I’ve been there ten or twelve times over the years and enjoyed every trip through there. It’s one of the most beautiful places in the world.
“It’s one of the most beautiful places in the world.”
Beautiful indeed but in WYO nothing is more beautiful (IMO) than standing at 9,000+ feet ringed by the Cirque de Towers in the Wind River Range. You can hear the little trout in tiny alpine ‘lakes’ jump at the merest whine of a mosquito, smell the pines and spruces on below the timberline of the continental divide drenching the wind with an aphrodisiac more potent than fables can inspire, and ponder your sorrows and joys as mere spectators for a brief moment as the geology of the planet slowly morphs. Beyond the imaginary wonders of heaven nothing compares to summer in the Rockies of WYO.
Like everyone here, I tear up when I hear this. I’ve never been to the Rockies, but on every trip home, I remember the long-gone drugstore where my best friend and I stopped for nickel cokes on the way home from school, the long-gone dress shop where I bought my first womens’ (actually junior size five) dress, the classmate’s barn where we had the best Halloween party ever, the restaurant my uncle owned, and the little diner where my dad met my mom.
And everytime I see Obama, I know he just doesn’t get it. I may have moved on in the world, but I am who I am because of my town. I want future generations to share that experience of community, even as the shops, and buildings, and people change. It is the foundation of who we are, and it is far more valuable than any social brainstorming session at the Ivies.
Re: Jackson Hole Ranch
In the 80s’ I worked on a ranch in Montana((the east face). The cattle and horses there I pushed, punched , drove, roped, doctored, and much more. But I never hosted, seated or waited on them!
In the mid 1950’s I worked on a ranch in Oregon and loved it. But I couldn’t get my mind away from Wyoming & Montana. I’ve ridden in both states and think about them often.
You are right Parker, the Wind River Range is special. I can remember stopping to give the horses a blow and thinking “It’s so beautiful it takes your breath away.”
James I think I rode some of those horses you mentioned. They would have been laughed out of a horse show but they would work all day to get the job done. Then kick you in the butt after you gave them a rub down.
I don’t know this guy and don’t sell his paintings, but he does a good job with the brushes and the story behind the pictures.
Neo, Ms. Dement paints a great picture with her lyrics.
John,
“Then kick you in the butt after you gave them a rub down.” Quite true. Their accuracy was uncanny.
I’ve loved Iris, her song writing and distinctive voice for years. “Our Town” always makes me misty eyed. For those of us who grew up in small town America, this town is our childhood.
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Iris is simply wonderful. We attended a John Prine – Iris Dement concert in Davenport a few weeks ago. If you have a chance to catch them together, do it.
Great song, but her song that speaks to me is “In Spite of Ourselves.” The two songs together cover marriage and home just about as well as can be done.
That song always makes me cry, and hate myself for it.
Strangely enough I was in Scenic, SD last September. It didn’t look like it was worth $799,000.
Always had hopes I might own a spread in Jackson Hole. Nothing quite as grand as the one promoted. Somehow the heavens never opend up and rained down the necessary lucre. Drat! At least I managed to fish the Snake, Gros Ventre, Hoback, Salt Fork, Green and other delightful trout streams while basking in that gorgeous scenery. Memories to relish in the twilight of life.
Scenic. I expect someone could write a book on all the hopeful, eager names of towns across this country. Like when Erick the Red named his discovery ‘Greenland.’
I don’t know about Scenic. I’ve always been pretty sure Iris wrote this song about my hometown, Uniontown, PA. It’s exactly like the town in her song in every way, and it always makes a lump in my throat when I hear her sing it.
“Scenic. I expect someone could write a book on all the hopeful, eager names of towns across this country. Like when Erick the Red named his discovery ‘Greenland.’ ”
There is a little town, with an old intact opera house, in Iowa named What Cheer. It remains an optimistic little piece of America to this very day. Folks in What Cheer are more than glad to cheer you up.
It’s been that way for a while and has been getting worse, but people who grew up in Jackson Hole can’t afford to live in Jackson Hole. I’ve been there ten or twelve times over the years and enjoyed every trip through there. It’s one of the most beautiful places in the world.
“It’s one of the most beautiful places in the world.”
Beautiful indeed but in WYO nothing is more beautiful (IMO) than standing at 9,000+ feet ringed by the Cirque de Towers in the Wind River Range. You can hear the little trout in tiny alpine ‘lakes’ jump at the merest whine of a mosquito, smell the pines and spruces on below the timberline of the continental divide drenching the wind with an aphrodisiac more potent than fables can inspire, and ponder your sorrows and joys as mere spectators for a brief moment as the geology of the planet slowly morphs. Beyond the imaginary wonders of heaven nothing compares to summer in the Rockies of WYO.
Like everyone here, I tear up when I hear this. I’ve never been to the Rockies, but on every trip home, I remember the long-gone drugstore where my best friend and I stopped for nickel cokes on the way home from school, the long-gone dress shop where I bought my first womens’ (actually junior size five) dress, the classmate’s barn where we had the best Halloween party ever, the restaurant my uncle owned, and the little diner where my dad met my mom.
And everytime I see Obama, I know he just doesn’t get it. I may have moved on in the world, but I am who I am because of my town. I want future generations to share that experience of community, even as the shops, and buildings, and people change. It is the foundation of who we are, and it is far more valuable than any social brainstorming session at the Ivies.
Re: Jackson Hole Ranch
In the 80s’ I worked on a ranch in Montana((the east face). The cattle and horses there I pushed, punched , drove, roped, doctored, and much more. But I never hosted, seated or waited on them!
In the mid 1950’s I worked on a ranch in Oregon and loved it. But I couldn’t get my mind away from Wyoming & Montana. I’ve ridden in both states and think about them often.
You are right Parker, the Wind River Range is special. I can remember stopping to give the horses a blow and thinking “It’s so beautiful it takes your breath away.”
James I think I rode some of those horses you mentioned. They would have been laughed out of a horse show but they would work all day to get the job done. Then kick you in the butt after you gave them a rub down.
I don’t know this guy and don’t sell his paintings, but he does a good job with the brushes and the story behind the pictures.
http://www.bobcoronato.com/pages/Paintings
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Neo, Ms. Dement paints a great picture with her lyrics.
John,
“Then kick you in the butt after you gave them a rub down.” Quite true. Their accuracy was uncanny.
I’ve loved Iris, her song writing and distinctive voice for years. “Our Town” always makes me misty eyed. For those of us who grew up in small town America, this town is our childhood.