Martha Kennedy posted: " I grew up with cowboy songs and while "coulee" and "draw" figure prominently in my favorite cowboy song, the word "gulch" is nowhere to be herd (ha ha ha I'm so funny). BUT the word shows up in titles to cowboy stories and songs, usually, "dry gulch" whi" "Summer is the season of inferior sledding" - Inuit proverb (Women's Wilderness Legend)
I grew up with cowboy songs and while "coulee" and "draw" figure prominently in my favorite cowboy song, the word "gulch" is nowhere to be herd (ha ha ha I'm so funny). BUT the word shows up in titles to cowboy stories and songs, usually, "dry gulch" which is meant to evoke a dusty trail ride north from Texas or a bunch of outlaws hiding from the good guys, "I reckon they're waiting down in that dry gulch. Be careful Lamont. I think they're holding that eastern Dude hostage."
Sadly, Lamont WASN'T careful and that explains how he became momentarily extinct back in the 19th century and Dude was dragged across the cactus flats for a good ten miles, not that good for HIM, of course. It's an idiomatic use of "good."(for disambiguation type "Lamont and Dude" in the search bar of this blog).
I never got all that interested in TV or movie westerns and I only read one Zane Grey novel, Wyoming, which, as it happens, has a protagonist with MY very name -- Martha Ann. I thought that was pretty cool, but the story didn't grab me. It was just a fiction dry gulch to me.
The "old west" was too close to fascinate me as a subject for fiction. At dinners of the extended family, I listened to stories of the "old west." Maybe less old than the gold rush(es) but still pretty rough and woolly. I was interested in the settlers and REAL cowboys -- like my uncles were when necessity put them out there working cattle. But other times they were working in wheat fields. Other times? I don't even know. All work was gig work -- seasonal labor. The family didn't own any property to speak of. I've wondered sometimes who they might have been if it hadn't been for WW II. WW II took one of my aunts to Washington state to work on ships. Another aunt became a nurse. Another aunt was already a teacher. It sent my mom to "normal school" and to the reservation to teach. My Aunt Martha went to DC to work for the OSS. It sent my uncles to war. Really, how DO you keep them down on the farm after they've seen Paree?
But... the nostalgia was passed down to me. I loved my family and I loved their stories, and, obviously, I love the Big Empty. In 2014 (as they would say) my "chips were down", I gathered up my "winnings," and came home to a world where men in cowboy hats drive trucks and there are more cows than people. I believe the heart carries within it images of home, and it might even be a place a person has never seen. The featured photo is one of my first photos of the San Luis Valley near Monte Vista.
I sang this song for my 6th grade choir grade at the private school I attended in Omaha, Nebraska. My teacher, who'd been in Mitch Miller's choir, stopped me before I could finish. "There's more to music than cowboy songs." Well, maybe, but it's a beautiful song.
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