@@jere4352if he lives in America he doesn't. No one does, not completely. I'm a nomad who lives on the road but even I don't have complete freedom. Uncle Sam is always gonna get involved
@@jere4352 Outdoor has it right there.. Our Freedom is being whittled away piece by piece, and usually at the hand of progressive democrat tyrants.. I miss President Donald J. Trump....
I was hoping to find more videos of this gentleman to watch. I could sit for days listening to his wise words of knowledge that all of us need to hear! May God bless his soul and his family.
I lived in a farming community for about a decade. I've never met harder working folks than farmers. Kindness is a backbone of farmers. Shirt off their back to help another kind of people. I'm grateful that life carried me where it has.
Them old boys were tough as boot leather. I knew an old cowboy that in his 70s was one a the best rompers I ever saw. One day he was working a green horse, trying to make a roping pony out of it. He roped a calf and the horse let some slack in the rope and it spooked the horse. That old cowboy rode him good for awhile but being in his mid - late 70s he wasn’t a bronc rider anymore. He got tossed head first into the 2x10 top rail of the corral. He was bleeding when he got up and my grandpa and some others tried to get him to rest a bit. He wouldn’t have anything to do with that. He said he had to get back on that horse or it would forever fight him and anyone else. He got back on and continued roping for a bought a half hour. When he dismounted he was a bit groggy , but he finished out the day. His personal horse which he never let anyone ride, was a great cow pony. Roping, cutting, herding , it didn’t matter that buckskin did everything good. After the old cowboy died I got told to use his horse. I was a teen and that was the best trained horse I’ve ever been on when it come to cutting he did all the work. I just sat in the saddle and polished the seat. When we were moving them a few miles I got the drag being the youngest. The bull was back there with me and he was a real SOB. He turned on us and lunged at the horse. That horse jumped sideways so fast I nearly left the saddle. I just got my mind in the middle again and he jumped back right beside the bull which had turned back towards the herd. That was one fine horse. Would have loved to own him. That old cowboy new his job and did it right. He trained that horse just the way he wanted him.
I can't help but to be overwhelmed by thoughts and memories of my Grandfather's own stories of growing up ranching in Texas, to serving Uncle Sam, all the freedom they'd experienced in their lives.. thank you for this. R.I.P Poppy.. I miss you and love you each day.
I was raised on a Ranch in Idaho. My dad and his boss would tell me theses kind of stories. The good old days where a lot better then what we have going on now. I always have said I was born to late. Yes life was hard but a lot better.
My Daddy was born on the family ranch in Scurry County, Texas on December 22, 1921. Some of the best men I've had the pleasure of knowing were from that generation.
My dad was born on the Four Sixes and raised on the Pitchfork,my aunt Jackie managed the Dairy Queen there in Snyder back in the mid 80's. Hell of a life they had.
@@stevesmith2171 After his ranching days were over, Granddad lived in Snyder until his passing in 1969. He's buried in the family plot in the Snyder cemetery along with Grandma who lived several years longer. Uncle Edger and Aunt Emma, Aunt Shug (short for Suger), and Aunt Sis (the little sister) also lived in Snyder until the last of them died in the 1970's. I truly miss sitting with them, drinking iced tea, and talking about the way things were 100+ years ago.
They are too busy trying to watch the world burn, to be bothered with something like respect. Of course, they will blame older generations for the world collapsing when it happens
I am glad I discovered these videos. I enjoy hearing peoples country life stories. Makes me miss my grandparents because I wish I was old enough to ask and hear their stories when they were around. My dad is good at sharing his story and what he remembers what his parents told him.
Really enjoyed this. Had a Grandfather in law live to be 101. I have some video of him telling stories of prohibition, Bonnie and Clyde, etc...we need to listen to our elders...
These youngsters inheriting farms and ranches from their folks, they don’t want to work … Developers buy the land and build neighborhoods and strip malls …. So incredibly heartbreaking
I could listen to him all day. Love to hear his thoughts on how technology has changed and what things we have or use that he could never have imagined would he here.
They truly don’t make em like they used to. Although I never experienced it I long for the days that a men worked hard no matter the job and earned there living and living was simple and life was simple and people didn’t take for granted the greatness of this beautiful world we were given. See you further up the road Norman.
God bless you sir , thank you for your service fiorst off , ......thank you for uploading this interveiw and what yopu lived through , im 64 but , im willing to listen to you all your stories , been cow folk most all my life ......thank you for reminding us what it use to be like .......marcvus in west texas
Tough times in the 30s. Great grandpa shipped a cow that ended up costing more for freight than the cow was worth. If it wasn't for my grandpa selling his homestead to bail out his folks, they would have lost everything. We still have the farm today. 109 years and still going.
HOW A COW PUNCHER RODE ----------------------------------------- I have often been asked by the people I knowed, To tell ‘em the way that a cow puncher rode. Now them cow hands they didn’t all ride jest the same. They rode a’most every old style you could name. Of course, most of the hands that was workin’ around, Would ride with long stirrups, and straight up and down. Some rode with ‘em medium, some rode with ‘em short. In fact there was stirrups, and len’ths of all sorts. I know of one feller that quarreled with his brother, Because he rode with one stirrup longer than t’other. Some stuck their laigs foreward and held their heels low. Some held their laigs back and turned down their toe. Some held their feet still, but some figity cuss Would keep kickin’ his feet and makin’ a fuss. There was some that set straight, but there’s others that humped Till they set on their hoss as a sort of a lump. There was some of them riders kep’ close to their seat. While others was half of the time on their feet. Some bogged on the cantel and rode away back, While others would jig like they rode on a tack. There was some kep’ their elbows down close to their side. And others ag’in that would let ‘em spread wide. While some of ‘em flopped up their elbows so high, You would think mebbyso they was tryin’ to fly. There was them that would ride with their hand on the horn. Some looked plum contented and some looked forlorn. There was them, fer some reason I couldn’t explain, Whirled a piece of their rope or the end of a rein. There was some of them fellers set off to one side. In fact I can’t tell how a cow boy did ride. When I figger it out, there is only one guess. They rode like they thought they could do it the best.
Memories are sublime but the reality stings, bites and stomps you. A disease or bad storm can wipe you out in a heartbeat then you are living in a shack in town.
Im 15 years old am done day my friends will be gone my mom and dad will be old I’ll be grown and one I’ll I’ll be on my own cuz if them 😣thank you mom and dad all you had to do was bring life an ill take care of you for the rest I promise
I didn't know for sure how much the gov't offered to pay to kill cattle in the 20s & 30s, but according to this gentleman it was $8 a pair. He's a treasure chest of information. I've seen copies in the abstracts on our family land records of my grandpa borrowing several thousand dollars at a time to buy cowfeed through the same period gov't was paying ranchers to kill cattle. Cattle were gonna starve anyway so they just as well shoot them. The aim was to save a few seedstock animals. A few years before this drought began grandpa had ventured into owning a herd of registered Herefords and wouldn't let them be put down. He had kept all the bull calves (50) betting the drought would break. He borrowed so much money hauling feed to those bulls he almost went bankrupt. By the time the drought broke and he had some grass growin on his pastures he owed close to $100K. He began selling off land farthest from his home HQ and got some breathing room from his bankers in about 1935. My parents got married in Oct that year. Mom was 19, dad was 21. Two years later grandpa gave them a wedding gift of 30 head of heifers from his herd. My dad had helped him build low boy trailers to haul bundles of feed from out in NM ( maybe around Hagerman) a 200 mile round trip, every couple of weeks. They talked most about the hardships of winter and breakdowns on those trips out to NM. The old trucks didnt have heaters or they werent any good. They talked about how they expected to get frostbite on their feet and hands which went numb. A few of the trailers they pulled have been parked down in our equipment graveyard all my life. The wood parts rotted away, but the runnin gears are still there. My dad built a mobile self-feeder on top of one of them. Central TX Panhandle pastures had no brush for cattle to browse. They're grass and dirt. I've seen pictures of those hygear bundles stacked up 15 ft tall on the trailers which were pulled with 1920s and 30s trucks. Those ole boys would have loved a ratchet strap. They had chains or ropes to tie those slick bundles down. I imagine it was quite a sight seeing a wagon train of 10 or 15 of those loaded trailers creeping through the country, trying to keep those bundles on the stack around curves and up and down across hills.
Sun Set That sun still sets in the west But that old trail is asphalt now Baked by the sun hot and dry The sounds of hoofs have passed Herds of buffalo graze no more Barbwire strung along The fence post passed like a picket fence As the truck tires whine on The sweetgrass has all but gone The mesquite is tall and thick Prickly Pear covers the prairie The Longhorns have gone A saddle all covered in dust The moth-riddled blanket flaps Riding quirt amiss Old spurs hung on a wall On a post hangs a leather belt With a holster cracked and rotting That old hogleg turned brown Brass all green The lassoing cowboy is no more That broad hat tipped back His shirt sleeves rolled high Jeans rolled double His hair thinned and gray High cheekbones darken Bull hide tough Hand scars a many With eyes squinting A straw chair leaned back Daydreaming No more round ups That last ride was long ago With a rolled cigarette on his lip His words in a low key That sun still sets in the west Barry 4/3/2023
And they are doing it again with Theileria. Its the disease that Bill Gates invented and spreads it via the Texas Longhorn Tick. It causes cattle to abort their calves.
Not only does L&E have superior feed & product.. but it’s their people that make it.. these stories, the fact they take the time to do these, well.. this is the life I chose, I want to be a part of, & my local L&E in George West.. I consider family. Thank ya’ L&E.. David . Just awesome 👍
Life was hard but freedom was actually freedom in his day. Even with life being hard there’s so much joy in his spirit. What a blessed life and man.
Did he say he aint got freedom anymore? No.
@@jere4352if he lives in America he doesn't. No one does, not completely.
I'm a nomad who lives on the road but even I don't have complete freedom. Uncle Sam is always gonna get involved
@@jere4352 Outdoor has it right there.. Our Freedom is being whittled away piece by piece, and usually at the hand of progressive democrat tyrants.. I miss President Donald J. Trump....
@@terrygarvin1980 all politicians are corrupt. Fuck the government in general
Yeah if you were white…
So sad to see the younger generations not understanding what American freedom is and not listening to men and his words of wisdom like this.
Probably because American freedom only exists for some of us
My grandma was born in 1911. Life was so incredibly different back then.
I cherish the times I got to chat with, but mostly listen to, Mr. Norman
I was hoping to find more videos of this gentleman to watch. I could sit for days listening to his wise words of knowledge that all of us need to hear! May God bless his soul and his family.
God bless old Texas cowboys.
Simple folks, from a simpler time, that is sorely missed.
I lived in a farming community for about a decade.
I've never met harder working folks than farmers.
Kindness is a backbone of farmers.
Shirt off their back to help another kind of people.
I'm grateful that life carried me where it has.
Those eyes saw it all, a humble man with wonderful insight. The laugh at 6:55 said it all!!!
Them old boys were tough as boot leather. I knew an old cowboy that in his 70s was one a the best rompers I ever saw. One day he was working a green horse, trying to make a roping pony out of it. He roped a calf and the horse let some slack in the rope and it spooked the horse. That old cowboy rode him good for awhile but being in his mid - late 70s he wasn’t a bronc rider anymore. He got tossed head first into the 2x10 top rail of the corral. He was bleeding when he got up and my grandpa and some others tried to get him to rest a bit. He wouldn’t have anything to do with that. He said he had to get back on that horse or it would forever fight him and anyone else. He got back on and continued roping for a bought a half hour. When he dismounted he was a bit groggy , but he finished out the day. His personal horse which he never let anyone ride, was a great cow pony. Roping, cutting, herding , it didn’t matter that buckskin did everything good. After the old cowboy died I got told to use his horse. I was a teen and that was the best trained horse I’ve ever been on when it come to cutting he did all the work. I just sat in the saddle and polished the seat. When we were moving them a few miles I got the drag being the youngest. The bull was back there with me and he was a real SOB. He turned on us and lunged at the horse. That horse jumped sideways so fast I nearly left the saddle. I just got my mind in the middle again and he jumped back right beside the bull which had turned back towards the herd. That was one fine horse. Would have loved to own him. That old cowboy new his job and did it right. He trained that horse just the way he wanted him.
I can't help but to be overwhelmed by thoughts and memories of my Grandfather's own stories of growing up ranching in Texas, to serving Uncle Sam, all the freedom they'd experienced in their lives.. thank you for this.
R.I.P Poppy.. I miss you and love you each day.
Grateful for his service!
They sure don't make 'm like him no more.... a true national treasure no doubt about it.... God bless 🕊🕊🕊
I was raised on a Ranch in Idaho. My dad and his boss would tell me theses kind of stories. The good old days where a lot better then what we have going on now. I always have said I was born to late. Yes life was hard but a lot better.
This cowboy is STRAIGHT out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Very cool.
My Daddy was born on the family ranch in Scurry County, Texas on December 22, 1921. Some of the best men I've had the pleasure of knowing were from that generation.
Amen
My dad was born on the Four Sixes and raised on the Pitchfork,my aunt Jackie managed the Dairy Queen there in Snyder back in the mid 80's. Hell of a life they had.
@@stevesmith2171 After his ranching days were over, Granddad lived in Snyder until his passing in 1969. He's buried in the family plot in the Snyder cemetery along with Grandma who lived several years longer. Uncle Edger and Aunt Emma, Aunt Shug (short for Suger), and Aunt Sis (the little sister) also lived in Snyder until the last of them died in the 1970's. I truly miss sitting with them, drinking iced tea, and talking about the way things were 100+ years ago.
I’m a Scotsman, but even I know that’s a true American right there. Old school. They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.
Tough as nails, pity today's generation does not look up to a great man like this
They are too busy trying to watch the world burn, to be bothered with something like respect. Of course, they will blame older generations for the world collapsing when it happens
Love these guys! They have true grit! Listen to older people, they know more than you! You may learn something!
That's why we are sharing their stories!
I am glad I discovered these videos. I enjoy hearing peoples country life stories. Makes me miss my grandparents because I wish I was old enough to ask and hear their stories when they were around. My dad is good at sharing his story and what he remembers what his parents told him.
Your dad is a treasure. When he talks capture as much as you can.
This is a true American in every way. Also proof that your ears and nose never stop growing.
My father is 75 and still going 100 miles an hour. They just don't make em like that anymore. God bless our old generation.
So much knowledge in him you could write a book on him
we have the same birthday, October 8th! I could listen to this man tell stories all day.
Really enjoyed this. Had a Grandfather in law live to be 101. I have some video of him telling stories of prohibition, Bonnie and Clyde, etc...we need to listen to our elders...
Thank your for stopping by to listen to Mr. Norman's stories!
These youngsters inheriting farms and ranches from their folks, they don’t want to work … Developers buy the land and build neighborhoods and strip malls …. So incredibly heartbreaking
Our living history is his memories. Need to get as much recorded as possible before it's lost for ever.
I could listen to him all day. Love to hear his thoughts on how technology has changed and what things we have or use that he could never have imagined would he here.
That's why we are sitting down with our elders. These stories are priceless.
The amount of stories under that ole hat could fill the entire dictionary. Y’all stay safe out there.
His laugh at the end..... genuine, priceless, warming
Thanks for sharing these stories.. Brings the memories of the past back to life!
What a laugh for 95, that's fantastic!
They truly don’t make em like they used to. Although I never experienced it I long for the days that a men worked hard no matter the job and earned there living and living was simple and life was simple and people didn’t take for granted the greatness of this beautiful world we were given. See you further up the road Norman.
Thank you for this!
My Dad has the same birthday 1936
God rest his soul Thanksgiving day 2005
That was so cool thank you for posting
1921! Wow😍🥰 bless him.
God bless you sir , thank you for your service fiorst off , ......thank you for uploading this interveiw and what yopu lived through , im 64 but , im willing to listen to you all your stories , been cow folk most all my life ......thank you for reminding us what it use to be like .......marcvus in west texas
I wish i live like a cowboy
Tough times in the 30s. Great grandpa shipped a cow that ended up costing more for freight than the cow was worth. If it wasn't for my grandpa selling his homestead to bail out his folks, they would have lost everything. We still have the farm today. 109 years and still going.
I had a good friend from Lance Creek Wyoming, Sturdy Sides, who could keep you entertained for hours. Loved that ole guy.
I could've help but laugh at the end.
Thank You for feeding America.... cheers from Pennsylvania 👍👍👍🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🎄🎄🎄...
Loved the jackrabbit story!
Tough Old Cod! God Love'em. I hope I'm still pokin around and puttin out cake at his age.
Thank you so much for putting this up.
Blessings for Normans soul
Now that's what you call a precious grandpa.
Gone but not forgotten......
Loved it 🙏❤️
HOW A COW PUNCHER RODE
-----------------------------------------
I have often been asked by the people I knowed,
To tell ‘em the way that a cow puncher rode.
Now them cow hands they didn’t all ride jest the same.
They rode a’most every old style you could name.
Of course, most of the hands that was workin’ around,
Would ride with long stirrups, and straight up and down.
Some rode with ‘em medium, some rode with ‘em short.
In fact there was stirrups, and len’ths of all sorts.
I know of one feller that quarreled with his brother,
Because he rode with one stirrup longer than t’other.
Some stuck their laigs foreward and held their heels low.
Some held their laigs back and turned down their toe.
Some held their feet still, but some figity cuss
Would keep kickin’ his feet and makin’ a fuss.
There was some that set straight,
but there’s others that humped
Till they set on their hoss as a sort of a lump.
There was some of them riders kep’ close to their seat.
While others was half of the time on their feet.
Some bogged on the cantel and rode away back,
While others would jig like they rode on a tack.
There was some kep’ their elbows down close to their side.
And others ag’in that would let ‘em spread wide.
While some of ‘em flopped up their elbows so high,
You would think mebbyso they was tryin’ to fly.
There was them that would ride with their hand on the horn.
Some looked plum contented and some looked forlorn.
There was them, fer some reason I couldn’t explain,
Whirled a piece of their rope or the end of a rein.
There was some of them fellers set off to one side.
In fact I can’t tell how a cow boy did ride.
When I figger it out, there is only one guess.
They rode like they thought they could do it the best.
Gonna miss the old timers they ain't to many left now days
Awesome!!! Thanks so very very very much for sharing this with me ❤️🇨🇱🙏 we some times go and vacation at Castell.
I bet that old Cattleman has more stories...
Excellent! Learn from them.. 👍
60000 thousand view only 930 ppl liked this? this is what all America should see RIP
We are building a custom home for a client in Castell.
Great video, love yalls stuff L&E!
It breaks my heart knowing he won't be around much longer😕
There's treasures in little unknown places. Castell is one such place. And good catfishin in the river too
great film
Thanks for sharing this!!!! I bet he never owned a "King Ranch" diamond Jim pickup.
Memories are sublime but the reality stings, bites and stomps you. A disease or bad storm can wipe you out in a heartbeat then you are living in a shack in town.
Cool
Old timer for sure 👍
Those are some good looking polled hereford's
Farmers got togather and talked about how the price of corn was so low. They agreed they would not grow corn. So, they all went home and grew corn.
Born 1921 and it´s 2023 now, He´s a tad more than 95yrs now, eh? Is he still alive?
Im 15 years old am done day my friends will be gone my mom and dad will be old I’ll be grown and one I’ll I’ll be on my own cuz if them 😣thank you mom and dad all you had to do was bring life an ill take care of you for the rest I promise
"hard times create strong men"
I didn't know for sure how much the gov't offered to pay to kill cattle in the 20s & 30s, but according to this gentleman it was $8 a pair. He's a treasure chest of information.
I've seen copies in the abstracts on our family land records of my grandpa borrowing several thousand dollars at a time to buy cowfeed through the same period gov't was paying ranchers to kill cattle. Cattle were gonna starve anyway so they just as well shoot them. The aim was to save a few seedstock animals.
A few years before this drought began grandpa had ventured into owning a herd of registered Herefords and wouldn't let them be put down. He had kept all the bull calves (50) betting the drought would break. He borrowed so much money hauling feed to those bulls he almost went bankrupt. By the time the drought broke and he had some grass growin on his pastures he owed close to $100K. He began selling off land farthest from his home HQ and got some breathing room from his bankers in about 1935. My parents got married in Oct that year. Mom was 19, dad was 21. Two years later grandpa gave them a wedding gift of 30 head of heifers from his herd. My dad had helped him build low boy trailers to haul bundles of feed from out in NM ( maybe around Hagerman) a 200 mile round trip, every couple of weeks.
They talked most about the hardships of winter and breakdowns on those trips out to NM. The old trucks didnt have heaters or they werent any good. They talked about how they expected to get frostbite on their feet and hands which went numb. A few of the trailers they pulled have been parked down in our equipment graveyard all my life. The wood parts rotted away, but the runnin gears are still there. My dad built a mobile self-feeder on top of one of them.
Central TX Panhandle pastures had no brush for cattle to browse. They're grass and dirt. I've seen pictures of those hygear bundles stacked up 15 ft tall on the trailers which were pulled with 1920s and 30s trucks. Those ole boys would have loved a ratchet strap. They had chains or ropes to tie those slick bundles down. I imagine it was quite a sight seeing a wagon train of 10 or 15 of those loaded trailers creeping through the country, trying to keep those bundles on the stack around curves and up and down across hills.
1921=101 on October 8 🙌
Rest easy cowboy
A crying damn shame there's so few of these treasures left...
We are capturing as many stories as we can!
Sun Set
That sun still sets in the west
But that old trail is asphalt now
Baked by the sun hot and dry
The sounds of hoofs have passed
Herds of buffalo graze no more
Barbwire strung along
The fence post passed like a picket fence
As the truck tires whine on
The sweetgrass has all but gone
The mesquite is tall and thick
Prickly Pear covers the prairie
The Longhorns have gone
A saddle all covered in dust
The moth-riddled blanket flaps
Riding quirt amiss
Old spurs hung on a wall
On a post hangs a leather belt
With a holster cracked and rotting
That old hogleg turned brown
Brass all green
The lassoing cowboy is no more
That broad hat tipped back
His shirt sleeves rolled high
Jeans rolled double
His hair thinned and gray
High cheekbones darken
Bull hide tough
Hand scars a many
With eyes squinting
A straw chair leaned back
Daydreaming
No more round ups
That last ride was long ago
With a rolled cigarette on his lip
His words in a low key
That sun still sets in the west
Barry
4/3/2023
It's a better sign there's going to be little jack rabbits!!!😂😂😂😂😂😂
Cool birth day baby
I'm lonesome, but happy
Rich, but I'm broke
And the good Lord knows the reason
I'm just a cowpoke
One slick commercial
Where’s all the beef haters , this is what farming is all about and I refuse to eat a veggie so called burger. Good jack rabbit story too🤣
Turn down the music a bit. Hard to hear him
Dang he’s doin good to be 95 most people that age are in a nursing home.
IS he alive? If so, he would be 98 as of 10-13-2024
No. Mr. Moore passed away several years ago sadly. We are grateful to have been able to sit down with him.
Let’s be honest the government nerves helped you or anyone ever other than themselves.
GOD BLESS TEXAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF WE LOSE HER WE ARE DONE AS A COUNTRY.
Im 46 im his grandfather DAS Pima adam
1995
Gooden
What a shame! I couldn't hardly understand what this man was saying because the guitar was drowning his voice out.
Sad that murdering cows was the government way to "help".😔😭
And they are doing it again with Theileria. Its the disease that Bill Gates invented and spreads it via the Texas Longhorn Tick. It causes cattle to abort their calves.
8 BILLION ALIVE. 80 BILLION DEAD.
This you know homer Lewiston Doc William Simmons Pawnee messiah Samuel hu
When Messiah returns,he will destroy those that eat swine's flesh, Isaiah chapter 66, Ezekiel chapter 7
Not only does L&E have superior feed & product.. but it’s their people that make it.. these stories, the fact they take the time to do these, well.. this is the life I chose, I want to be a part of, & my local L&E in George West.. I consider family.
Thank ya’ L&E.. David .
Just awesome 👍