The contest is over, and we have a winner. The choice was tough, though. We read so many wonderful descriptions of men who epitomize the idea of a cowboy - fathers, friends, uncles, grandfathers, and even sons. The publicist who coordinated the contest suggested that everyone get a book! Unfortunately that wasn't possible, so we had to pick one winner. I'm pleased to announce the winner of the Kindle Fire is ... Janet Martin!
Janet wrote about her ideal cowboy at heart, her great uncle Anderson. Here's what she had to say:
A cowboy represents a certain value system: honest, honorable, good to children and animals, independent, trustworthy, gentle, hardworking, and kind. In my rural farm community, there were many farm folk who fit that definition, including my father, and more that didn't. My great uncle Anderson was the quintessential example. A baby when his family emigrated from Scotland in 1891, he grew up with hard work. He was a genius with horses. When he went off to France in WWI, his way with them was noticed by his superiors, and he was put in charge of stables. That didn't mean that he wasn't in the front lines, however, and although he never spoke of his war experiences, we heard tales of his heroism from others who knew him. His neighbors consistently came to him first when they needed help of any kind, and at his funeral, many told of kindnesses and debts he forgave. A master farmer, he acquired land, raised cattle, and prospered. When tractors took over, his gentle draft animals were not sent off to be butchered, but lived out their retirement years delighting all of us—they were hitched up to take us for bob sled rides when I was very young. I once watched him treat an injured cow, tears in his eyes. He taught all of his grandchildren, great nieces and nephews to ride, patiently guiding us and making sure we learned to care for the horses. His children got into the usual mischief, and laughingly related stories of his humor in dealing with them, never lifting a hand at a time when physical chastisement was the norm. Taken from school himself after 6th grade, he sent his children to college. He married his childhood sweetheart, a sharp-tongued woman with a great sense of humor—and he, possessing a wonderful sense of timing, could relate a funny story better than anyone. Not physically demonstrative, his enduring affection for her was apparent to all. To know him was to admire him, and those of us blessed to know him a little better, loved him.
Both Lori Copeland and I loved this description of a man who would touch anyone's heart. Congratulations, Janet! And congratulations to the 9 people who won a copy of A Cowboy at Heart! Lori and I really appreciate you for entering.
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Sunday
Today's The Day - Win a Kindle Fire!
Today's the day! This afternoon we will draw the name of the lucky recipient of a Kindle Fire and electronic copies of all three books in the Amish of Apple Grove series, co-authored by me and Lori Copeland. We've seen some terrific descriptions of real cowboys. Selecting a winner is going to be tough!
But we'd love to read a few more stories. Have you entered? If not, do it now! Click here for details.
But we'd love to read a few more stories. Have you entered? If not, do it now! Click here for details.
Saturday
A Romantic Cowboy
Only 2 days left beore the release of A Cowboy at Heart is dwindling! And onlye ONE DAY let before the drawing for a Kindle Fire (along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland! The drawing takes place on March 31. Have you entered? Click here for details on entering.
Cowboys KNOW romance! Thank you, Jacquelyn F!
“My dad was my cowboy at heart. We had a small herd of cattle and a flock of sheep, which was unheard of back in the ‘50s. You just didn't mix the two. But he did the sweetest things for his 'girls' as he called my mom, my sis and me. Because of length, I can't describe his romantic proposal or the midnight wedding they had, but he never stopped showing his love for our mother with simple acts of tenderness. He gave her yellow roses on special occasions or for no reason except to say 'I love you.' Mother had told him the story of the first car she saw as a little girl, a model T, and how she had always hoped the owners would invite her to ride in it when they crossed the creek where she often played. My father, called Dado by us children, found out that the car still existed and went after it to bring it home as a surprise for Mother. We had more fun with that old car, driving it in parades and around our little farm community.
Dado surprised Mother one evening when they'd been married about six years. After a long day of work at a wholesale where mother also worked alongside Dado, he didn't come home until late and Mother had kept supper warm, although she wasn't happy about the delay. And she was even more upset when he didn't explain why he was late. As they sat down to eat, he asked her if she'd get the ketchup, which also infuriated her because she thought he could get it himself! But she got up, went to the refrigerator and opened the door to find a gift wrapped box. Inside was a watch she had admired in a store window when they had made a trip to Clovis, 30 miles from their little community of Friona. He had driven over after work to get the watch. My Dado was a big man, 6'2", broad shouldered and big hands that completely enveloped my own big hands for a girl. He was gentle, kind, soft spoken and admired and respected in our community. A man's man, a cowboy at heart, that was my 'Dado.'”
Cowboys KNOW romance! Thank you, Jacquelyn F!
“My dad was my cowboy at heart. We had a small herd of cattle and a flock of sheep, which was unheard of back in the ‘50s. You just didn't mix the two. But he did the sweetest things for his 'girls' as he called my mom, my sis and me. Because of length, I can't describe his romantic proposal or the midnight wedding they had, but he never stopped showing his love for our mother with simple acts of tenderness. He gave her yellow roses on special occasions or for no reason except to say 'I love you.' Mother had told him the story of the first car she saw as a little girl, a model T, and how she had always hoped the owners would invite her to ride in it when they crossed the creek where she often played. My father, called Dado by us children, found out that the car still existed and went after it to bring it home as a surprise for Mother. We had more fun with that old car, driving it in parades and around our little farm community.
Dado surprised Mother one evening when they'd been married about six years. After a long day of work at a wholesale where mother also worked alongside Dado, he didn't come home until late and Mother had kept supper warm, although she wasn't happy about the delay. And she was even more upset when he didn't explain why he was late. As they sat down to eat, he asked her if she'd get the ketchup, which also infuriated her because she thought he could get it himself! But she got up, went to the refrigerator and opened the door to find a gift wrapped box. Inside was a watch she had admired in a store window when they had made a trip to Clovis, 30 miles from their little community of Friona. He had driven over after work to get the watch. My Dado was a big man, 6'2", broad shouldered and big hands that completely enveloped my own big hands for a girl. He was gentle, kind, soft spoken and admired and respected in our community. A man's man, a cowboy at heart, that was my 'Dado.'”
Friday
Cowboys Impress Subtly
The time before the April 1 release of A Cowboy at Heart is dwindling! And your time to enter to win a Kindle Fire (along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland) is almost over! The drawing takes place on March 31. Have you entered? Click here for details on entering.
Some cowboys impress subtly, like Diane P.’s grandfather.
“My grandfather was a man in tune with nature, quiet and steadfast.”
Some cowboys impress subtly, like Diane P.’s grandfather.
“My grandfather was a man in tune with nature, quiet and steadfast.”
Thursday
A Cowboy with Jesus in His Heart
The time before the April 1 release of A Cowboy at Heart is dwindling! And your time to enter to win a Kindle Fire (along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland) is almost over! The drawing takes place on March 31. Have you entered? Click here for details on entering.
Congratulations on your very own Cowboy at Heart, Janet E.
“My ‘cowboy at heart’ grew up around horses, but on a 40-acre farm. He has the same personality as a cowboy; Hard-working, thrifty, conscientious, respects the law, loves his family & friends, has never met a stranger, and I could go on and on. My ‘cowboy at heart’ has Jesus in his heart, and I love him with all my heart.
Congratulations on your very own Cowboy at Heart, Janet E.
“My ‘cowboy at heart’ grew up around horses, but on a 40-acre farm. He has the same personality as a cowboy; Hard-working, thrifty, conscientious, respects the law, loves his family & friends, has never met a stranger, and I could go on and on. My ‘cowboy at heart’ has Jesus in his heart, and I love him with all my heart.
Wednesday
A Famous Cowboy
The time before the April 1 release of A Cowboy at Heart is dwindling! And your time to enter to win a Kindle Fire (along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland) is almost over! The drawing takes place on March 31. Have you entered? Click here for details on entering.
Ruth L. honors her Cowboy at Heart!
“My most favorite cowboy is ‘THE DUKE.’ My entire bedroom is done in John Wayne and Southwestern. Even my grandkids give me John Wayne things.”
Ruth L. honors her Cowboy at Heart!
“My most favorite cowboy is ‘THE DUKE.’ My entire bedroom is done in John Wayne and Southwestern. Even my grandkids give me John Wayne things.”
Tuesday
Cowboys Face Challenges
The time before the April 1 release of A Cowboy at Heart is dwindling! And your time to enter to win a Kindle Fire (along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland) is almost over! The drawing takes place on March 31. Have you entered? Click here for details on entering.
Cowboys face challenges—even health challenges—with God in their hearts and a loving mate by their side. Thank you, Jennifer T.
“My husband of twenty-one years rode off with my heart almost as soon as I met him. He became my best friend long before we were married. Then he became a step parent and a Papa Goo. He gives me the desires of my heart just because he wants me to be happy. Having him by my side is all I need. He is facing leukemia head on. I plan on riding happy trails with him every step of the way with God as our pilot. My cowboy has the best laugh and the most gentle spirit. God gave us each other, and He saw that it was good. He cared for his parents by going to spend every Friday night and Saturday for almost three years with them. He helped when my sister was sick. He's a friend to many!”
Cowboys face challenges—even health challenges—with God in their hearts and a loving mate by their side. Thank you, Jennifer T.
“My husband of twenty-one years rode off with my heart almost as soon as I met him. He became my best friend long before we were married. Then he became a step parent and a Papa Goo. He gives me the desires of my heart just because he wants me to be happy. Having him by my side is all I need. He is facing leukemia head on. I plan on riding happy trails with him every step of the way with God as our pilot. My cowboy has the best laugh and the most gentle spirit. God gave us each other, and He saw that it was good. He cared for his parents by going to spend every Friday night and Saturday for almost three years with them. He helped when my sister was sick. He's a friend to many!”
Monday
Cowboys aren't Pretty Boys
The time before the April 1 release of A Cowboy at Heart is dwindling! And your time to enter to win a Kindle Fire (along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland) is almost over! The drawing takes place on March 31. Have you entered? Click here for details on entering.
Gigi has a fine picture of a Cowboy at Heart!
“When I think of a cowboy at heart, I picture a strong, rugged man. Not a pretty boy, but a guy that you can actually see what he has experienced in life written in his face and in his eyes. I believe a true cowboy has a heart of gold. They were born knowing the difference between right and wrong, and no matter how hard 'right' might be, that is always the best choice. Also, when a cowboy gives you his word, he will do whatever it is he promises. A true cowboy is like a knight of old; he lives by a certain code of values and sticks to that code.”
Gigi has a fine picture of a Cowboy at Heart!
“When I think of a cowboy at heart, I picture a strong, rugged man. Not a pretty boy, but a guy that you can actually see what he has experienced in life written in his face and in his eyes. I believe a true cowboy has a heart of gold. They were born knowing the difference between right and wrong, and no matter how hard 'right' might be, that is always the best choice. Also, when a cowboy gives you his word, he will do whatever it is he promises. A true cowboy is like a knight of old; he lives by a certain code of values and sticks to that code.”
Sunday
Cowboys are Caring but Firm
The time before the April 1 release of A Cowboy at Heart is dwindling! And your time to enter to win a Kindle Fire (along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland) is almost over! The drawing takes place on March 31. Have you entered? Click here for details on entering.
Kim H. pointed out that cowboys tend to be rough on the outside, but their insides are all heart.
“ . . . My grandpa was a big man at six feet, four inches and had a very deep voice, but was the most caring guy. Was always there when you needed him. Always knew how to pick on you and have fun, but was firm at the same time. You don't find people like that in the world anymore. Most people are out for themselves only…sure miss him…To look at him, he was ruff on the outside, but gentle as a teddy bear inside.”
Kim H. pointed out that cowboys tend to be rough on the outside, but their insides are all heart.
“ . . . My grandpa was a big man at six feet, four inches and had a very deep voice, but was the most caring guy. Was always there when you needed him. Always knew how to pick on you and have fun, but was firm at the same time. You don't find people like that in the world anymore. Most people are out for themselves only…sure miss him…To look at him, he was ruff on the outside, but gentle as a teddy bear inside.”
Saturday
My Cowboy is My Rock
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
Loving and being loved by a cowboy makes your heart a bigger and fuller. Thank you, Kelly B.
“I think the person that has been in my life that most reminds me of a cowboy would be my Grandpa. He passed away back in 1996, but he and my Grandma were my rocks. They lived on a small farm (where I now live) and over the years had cows and horses. There are so many stories that I remember of things that happened around the farm. There is a pond behind the barn and I remember him and my uncle cleaning it out one year with the tractor. My dad and another uncle had to help pull the tractor out of the pond. I guess it got hung up on some of the gunk at the bottom. What a sight! But he did not let it bother him. He got the tractor cleaned up and had the boys help him with their Jeeps to finish cleaning it out. There was also one year one of the Shetland ponies got stuck back in the swamp (the back corner of the field) and was frozen there one winter. Some friends of ours saw him. Once again the boys headed out to get him. They took the Jeeps and my uncle's truck to get him out. The poor thing had been there for a day or so. They got him back in the barn, and my Grandpa sat in the pony's stall with the heat lamp on to warm him. He was a Jack of all trades, but master of none (his motto). He was a whiz with numbers; he learned new things all the time. If something needed done, it got done. He worked around the farm doing different things, but his honest, hard work ethic and trusting nature is what I remember the most. I miss them very much, but cherish the great memories that I have with them.”
Loving and being loved by a cowboy makes your heart a bigger and fuller. Thank you, Kelly B.
“I think the person that has been in my life that most reminds me of a cowboy would be my Grandpa. He passed away back in 1996, but he and my Grandma were my rocks. They lived on a small farm (where I now live) and over the years had cows and horses. There are so many stories that I remember of things that happened around the farm. There is a pond behind the barn and I remember him and my uncle cleaning it out one year with the tractor. My dad and another uncle had to help pull the tractor out of the pond. I guess it got hung up on some of the gunk at the bottom. What a sight! But he did not let it bother him. He got the tractor cleaned up and had the boys help him with their Jeeps to finish cleaning it out. There was also one year one of the Shetland ponies got stuck back in the swamp (the back corner of the field) and was frozen there one winter. Some friends of ours saw him. Once again the boys headed out to get him. They took the Jeeps and my uncle's truck to get him out. The poor thing had been there for a day or so. They got him back in the barn, and my Grandpa sat in the pony's stall with the heat lamp on to warm him. He was a Jack of all trades, but master of none (his motto). He was a whiz with numbers; he learned new things all the time. If something needed done, it got done. He worked around the farm doing different things, but his honest, hard work ethic and trusting nature is what I remember the most. I miss them very much, but cherish the great memories that I have with them.”
Friday
Embrace Your Inner Cowboy!
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
Sometimes you have to embrace your inner cowboy . . . or cowgirl, just like Velma G.
“When my husband suggested that we move to rural West Virginia, I thought he was crazy. We have always lived in an urban city and enjoyed the night life -- Washington DC, Maryland, Virginia Beach. But I could see the compassion in his face -- his eyes when he spoke of moving. So I thought, ‘What do I have to lose?’ We have been here for seven years, and now I know why my husband loves this life. I see why he loves riding the neighbor’s horses, why he loves roasting marshmallows outside on an autumn night -- why he loves going on a camping trip with a moment’s notice. I also know why he has purchased our retirement home and trailer. Until he was seven, he lived on a farm/ranch. He says he has never lost that love. He is now reliving all those memories, and I love being with him while he does it. I love my Stetson-hat-jean-and-boot-wearing hubby and I wouldn't have it any other way.”
Sometimes you have to embrace your inner cowboy . . . or cowgirl, just like Velma G.
“When my husband suggested that we move to rural West Virginia, I thought he was crazy. We have always lived in an urban city and enjoyed the night life -- Washington DC, Maryland, Virginia Beach. But I could see the compassion in his face -- his eyes when he spoke of moving. So I thought, ‘What do I have to lose?’ We have been here for seven years, and now I know why my husband loves this life. I see why he loves riding the neighbor’s horses, why he loves roasting marshmallows outside on an autumn night -- why he loves going on a camping trip with a moment’s notice. I also know why he has purchased our retirement home and trailer. Until he was seven, he lived on a farm/ranch. He says he has never lost that love. He is now reliving all those memories, and I love being with him while he does it. I love my Stetson-hat-jean-and-boot-wearing hubby and I wouldn't have it any other way.”
Thursday
Not All Cowboys Wear Boots and Hats
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
Not all Cowboys at Heart wear boots and hats. Donna H. sees the cowboy in her husband.
“My hubby is a diehard rock-and roll-fan to most of the world, but to me he will always be a cowboy at heart. He's honest, hard-working, committed, soft-hearted (even though he tries to act like he's not). Though he's not outwardly romantic, it's the little things he does to show me he loves me that make me see the romance in him - like going to the store today to buy tissues with lotion in them (in spite of the fact that we have regular tissues in the pantry), because I've got a sinus infection with bronchitis and the regular tissues are hurting my nose. He's a big-bad oil refinery worker who rides a motorcycle (his personal horse?), yet will snuggle with our 4 lb. rescued MinPin for hours on a night when there is thunder and lightning - of which she is TERRIFIED! Yes, he's definitely a cowboy at heart!”
Not all Cowboys at Heart wear boots and hats. Donna H. sees the cowboy in her husband.
“My hubby is a diehard rock-and roll-fan to most of the world, but to me he will always be a cowboy at heart. He's honest, hard-working, committed, soft-hearted (even though he tries to act like he's not). Though he's not outwardly romantic, it's the little things he does to show me he loves me that make me see the romance in him - like going to the store today to buy tissues with lotion in them (in spite of the fact that we have regular tissues in the pantry), because I've got a sinus infection with bronchitis and the regular tissues are hurting my nose. He's a big-bad oil refinery worker who rides a motorcycle (his personal horse?), yet will snuggle with our 4 lb. rescued MinPin for hours on a night when there is thunder and lightning - of which she is TERRIFIED! Yes, he's definitely a cowboy at heart!”
Wednesday
The Epitome of a Cowboy
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
Cowboys can be the best dads! Thanks, Wanda N.
“My dad was the epitome of cowboy. He never spoke a lie, that I know of. He could fix anything you gave him, and he spent many hours repairing things for family or friends. He was married for over 50 years to the love of his life, and raised three daughters. He lost his mother when he was barely 11, and helped raise both of his younger sisters (one of whom was only a toddler). He then raised two of his grandchildren, and was the only father his youngest grandson ever knew. He loved his family and believed in God with a sincerity not many know. If there ever was a "cowboy at heart," it was my dad. His grandson has even stated that if he could be 1/2 the man his grandfather was that would be all he could want.”
Cowboys can be the best dads! Thanks, Wanda N.
“My dad was the epitome of cowboy. He never spoke a lie, that I know of. He could fix anything you gave him, and he spent many hours repairing things for family or friends. He was married for over 50 years to the love of his life, and raised three daughters. He lost his mother when he was barely 11, and helped raise both of his younger sisters (one of whom was only a toddler). He then raised two of his grandchildren, and was the only father his youngest grandson ever knew. He loved his family and believed in God with a sincerity not many know. If there ever was a "cowboy at heart," it was my dad. His grandson has even stated that if he could be 1/2 the man his grandfather was that would be all he could want.”
Tuesday
A Wife Who Loves her Cowboy!
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
Kudos to the wife who loves her Cowboy! Thank you, Peggy C., for sharing.
“Wow, when I sit down and think of a cowboy, I think of a man that rises at 5 a.m. and grabs a cup of coffee. Then he peeks his head in the bedroom to see if I am awake to join him. Then he just smiles as he knows that I am a true Californian at heart and don't rise before 8 a.m. on a good day.
He also is very nice to his horses and makes sure that any that need special attention, such as the pregnant ones, those that are limping or those not up to par. He keep them in the barn in separate stalls so that his foreman can keep a special eye on them. Plus by having them in the barn, a stallhand can spend the night with each horse just in case there is any problems during the night. That way he can come wake up the cowboy. After a hard day out on the ranch of riding the horses, fixing fences, getting a load of hay and negotiating another load of cattle from the sale barn, he can come in at night, eat and then read the latest magazine that came in the mail with the newest of supplies for his animals. He is down right tired, so he often dozes in his chair and is snoring at 9 p.m. as he has done so much and his belly is full.
When you look at him asleep in the chair you realize what a good-looking cowboy you married as he has cute dimples and still looks like he is 20 when he is actually 67 and still going. He never thinks of quitting or retiring, as he has no one to take over the farm. Cowboys like him only do the same thing over and over and occasionally go out for dinner and never think of going to the mall, buying new clothes, or even the movies as cowboys like him aren't interested. If he needs anything he knows that he married you and that you always take care of that for him as when he does wake in the morning you have laid out all of his clothes--even his boxers. (When he was young he didn't wear anything for underwear--that way there was less to wash--but now that he is married, his wife wouldn't have it any other way!)”
Kudos to the wife who loves her Cowboy! Thank you, Peggy C., for sharing.
“Wow, when I sit down and think of a cowboy, I think of a man that rises at 5 a.m. and grabs a cup of coffee. Then he peeks his head in the bedroom to see if I am awake to join him. Then he just smiles as he knows that I am a true Californian at heart and don't rise before 8 a.m. on a good day.
He also is very nice to his horses and makes sure that any that need special attention, such as the pregnant ones, those that are limping or those not up to par. He keep them in the barn in separate stalls so that his foreman can keep a special eye on them. Plus by having them in the barn, a stallhand can spend the night with each horse just in case there is any problems during the night. That way he can come wake up the cowboy. After a hard day out on the ranch of riding the horses, fixing fences, getting a load of hay and negotiating another load of cattle from the sale barn, he can come in at night, eat and then read the latest magazine that came in the mail with the newest of supplies for his animals. He is down right tired, so he often dozes in his chair and is snoring at 9 p.m. as he has done so much and his belly is full.
When you look at him asleep in the chair you realize what a good-looking cowboy you married as he has cute dimples and still looks like he is 20 when he is actually 67 and still going. He never thinks of quitting or retiring, as he has no one to take over the farm. Cowboys like him only do the same thing over and over and occasionally go out for dinner and never think of going to the mall, buying new clothes, or even the movies as cowboys like him aren't interested. If he needs anything he knows that he married you and that you always take care of that for him as when he does wake in the morning you have laid out all of his clothes--even his boxers. (When he was young he didn't wear anything for underwear--that way there was less to wash--but now that he is married, his wife wouldn't have it any other way!)”
Monday
Those Who Teach Us About Being a Cowboy
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
Dean Y.’s uncles and great-uncles taught him about being a Cowboy at Heart!
“When I think of cowboys I think of my great uncles who were gentle men who taught us, their children, nieces, nephews, and grands, how to ride horses, how to milk cows and take care of the animals. I had 3 great uncles who all were born and raised on their family's ranch in central Montana, all but one stayed on the ranch, but they returned to ranching upon retiring from ‘city jobs.’ They taught me, by the way they lived, to love God's creatures, family, home, the land and how to take care of it. They are remembered for their love and care they provided to each of us and the impact they had on my life.”
Dean Y.’s uncles and great-uncles taught him about being a Cowboy at Heart!
“When I think of cowboys I think of my great uncles who were gentle men who taught us, their children, nieces, nephews, and grands, how to ride horses, how to milk cows and take care of the animals. I had 3 great uncles who all were born and raised on their family's ranch in central Montana, all but one stayed on the ranch, but they returned to ranching upon retiring from ‘city jobs.’ They taught me, by the way they lived, to love God's creatures, family, home, the land and how to take care of it. They are remembered for their love and care they provided to each of us and the impact they had on my life.”
Sunday
Real Cowboys are Worth the Wait!
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
For those of you still looking for YOUR Cowboy at Heart, take it from Ann K., it’s worth the wait!
“When we were in eighth grade, the teacher called her students up front and asked them what they wanted to be when they grew up. Girls didn't have much choice back in those day---secretary, nurse, or teacher. I told her I wanted to be a secretary. I remember we all laughed when Stan Knowles said he wanted to be a cowboy.
Stan has retired from a career in broadcasting, but the cowboy still exists in his heart. He loves classic country music and has been singing and playing the guitar since he was fourteen. I taught school for thirty-three years, and in 2003 I married that cowboy. After half a century, he still is a cowboy at heart. He plays several instruments (self-taught), has his own band, and plays weekly with friends. My Cowboy has a big heart, caring deeply about people---a wounded warrior, a handicapped child, or an elderly person with dementia, a hungry child---all brings a tear to his eye. Being married to a cowboy is a fun life, especially when he is as caring, honest, and trustworthy as my Stan.”
For those of you still looking for YOUR Cowboy at Heart, take it from Ann K., it’s worth the wait!
“When we were in eighth grade, the teacher called her students up front and asked them what they wanted to be when they grew up. Girls didn't have much choice back in those day---secretary, nurse, or teacher. I told her I wanted to be a secretary. I remember we all laughed when Stan Knowles said he wanted to be a cowboy.
Stan has retired from a career in broadcasting, but the cowboy still exists in his heart. He loves classic country music and has been singing and playing the guitar since he was fourteen. I taught school for thirty-three years, and in 2003 I married that cowboy. After half a century, he still is a cowboy at heart. He plays several instruments (self-taught), has his own band, and plays weekly with friends. My Cowboy has a big heart, caring deeply about people---a wounded warrior, a handicapped child, or an elderly person with dementia, a hungry child---all brings a tear to his eye. Being married to a cowboy is a fun life, especially when he is as caring, honest, and trustworthy as my Stan.”
Saturday
Cowboys are ALWAYS in our Hearts!
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
Sandra B. knows cowboys will ALWAYS be in our hearts:
“My dad may have actually been a Midwest farmer, but he was definitely a cowboy at heart (except that he really didn't care much for horses!). His language was sometimes a little rough, especially when his temper would get the best of him, but he was honest to the bone (would never lie or cheat anyone and didn't have much respect for people who did) and he was totally trustworthy. I really miss him!”
Sandra B. knows cowboys will ALWAYS be in our hearts:
“My dad may have actually been a Midwest farmer, but he was definitely a cowboy at heart (except that he really didn't care much for horses!). His language was sometimes a little rough, especially when his temper would get the best of him, but he was honest to the bone (would never lie or cheat anyone and didn't have much respect for people who did) and he was totally trustworthy. I really miss him!”
Friday
Cowboys Love to Dance!
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
Marge H. reminds us that cowboys LOVE to dance!
"Going out to listen to some country music with friends from my singles group, I was asked to dance by a tall fellow wearing a black Stetson. We danced to George Strait's “Amarillo by Morning,” then we danced to Merle Haggard songs and some Johnny Cash. Pretty soon we were going dancing at all the country music places around. We danced at Western Days in the city park. We two-stepped at a street dance in Wells, Nevada, during a classic car get together. We danced in a parking lot at Pine, Idaho, and at a country western bar in San Dimas. Whenever we heard there was country music, we went. Since we are in our sixties, some people seem surprised that we can do all that dancing. One time we requested a fast dance at a reception, and the DJ played five in a row. Since it was our request, we danced all five. I thought I would die, but we had to dance. I also stay trim with all this dancing. By the way, my cowboy is a truck driver, but always wears jeans and cowboy boots and his favorite hat."
Marge H. reminds us that cowboys LOVE to dance!
"Going out to listen to some country music with friends from my singles group, I was asked to dance by a tall fellow wearing a black Stetson. We danced to George Strait's “Amarillo by Morning,” then we danced to Merle Haggard songs and some Johnny Cash. Pretty soon we were going dancing at all the country music places around. We danced at Western Days in the city park. We two-stepped at a street dance in Wells, Nevada, during a classic car get together. We danced in a parking lot at Pine, Idaho, and at a country western bar in San Dimas. Whenever we heard there was country music, we went. Since we are in our sixties, some people seem surprised that we can do all that dancing. One time we requested a fast dance at a reception, and the DJ played five in a row. Since it was our request, we danced all five. I thought I would die, but we had to dance. I also stay trim with all this dancing. By the way, my cowboy is a truck driver, but always wears jeans and cowboy boots and his favorite hat."
Thursday
A True Cowboy at Heart
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
Janet M. fondly remembers her uncle, a true Cowboy at Heart:
"A cowboy represents a certain value system: honest, honorable, good to children and animals, independent, trustworthy, gentle, hardworking, and kind. In my rural farm community, there were many farm folk who fit that definition, including my father, and more that didn't. My great uncle Anderson was the quintessential example. A baby when his family emigrated from Scotland in 1891, he grew up with hard work. He was a genius with horses. When he went off to France in WWI, his way with them was noticed by his superiors, and he was put in charge of stables. That didn't mean that he wasn't in the front lines, however, and although he never spoke of his war experiences, we heard tales of his heroism from others who knew him.
His neighbors consistently came to him first when they needed help of any kind, and at his funeral, many told of kindnesses and debts he forgave. A master farmer, he acquired land, raised cattle, and prospered. When tractors took over, his gentle draft animals were not sent off to be butchered, but lived out their retirement years delighting all of us—they were hitched up to take us for bob sled rides when I was very young. I once watched him treat an injured cow, tears in his eyes. He taught all of his grandchildren, great nieces and nephews to ride, patiently guiding us and making sure we learned to care for the horses. His children got into the usual mischief, and laughingly related stories of his humor in dealing with them, never lifting a hand at a time when physical chastisement was the norm. Taken from school himself after 6th grade, he sent his children to college.
He married his childhood sweetheart, a sharp-tongued woman with a great sense of humor—and he, possessing a wonderful sense of timing, could relate a funny story better than anyone. Not physically demonstrative, his enduring affection for her was apparent to all. To know him was to admire him, and those of us blessed to know him a little better, loved him."
Janet M. fondly remembers her uncle, a true Cowboy at Heart:
"A cowboy represents a certain value system: honest, honorable, good to children and animals, independent, trustworthy, gentle, hardworking, and kind. In my rural farm community, there were many farm folk who fit that definition, including my father, and more that didn't. My great uncle Anderson was the quintessential example. A baby when his family emigrated from Scotland in 1891, he grew up with hard work. He was a genius with horses. When he went off to France in WWI, his way with them was noticed by his superiors, and he was put in charge of stables. That didn't mean that he wasn't in the front lines, however, and although he never spoke of his war experiences, we heard tales of his heroism from others who knew him.
His neighbors consistently came to him first when they needed help of any kind, and at his funeral, many told of kindnesses and debts he forgave. A master farmer, he acquired land, raised cattle, and prospered. When tractors took over, his gentle draft animals were not sent off to be butchered, but lived out their retirement years delighting all of us—they were hitched up to take us for bob sled rides when I was very young. I once watched him treat an injured cow, tears in his eyes. He taught all of his grandchildren, great nieces and nephews to ride, patiently guiding us and making sure we learned to care for the horses. His children got into the usual mischief, and laughingly related stories of his humor in dealing with them, never lifting a hand at a time when physical chastisement was the norm. Taken from school himself after 6th grade, he sent his children to college.
He married his childhood sweetheart, a sharp-tongued woman with a great sense of humor—and he, possessing a wonderful sense of timing, could relate a funny story better than anyone. Not physically demonstrative, his enduring affection for her was apparent to all. To know him was to admire him, and those of us blessed to know him a little better, loved him."
Wednesday
What Stirs Your Heart?
We're currently in the last few weeks before the official release of the third and final installment in the Amish of Apple Grove series, A Cowboy at Heart. To help celebrate, our publisher is giving away a Kindle Fire, along with copies of the books by me and Lori Copeland. Click here for details on entering.
A cowboy is equally masculine and sensitive. In A Cowboy at Heart, Jesse Montgomery watches Amish widow Katie Miller embroider a dressing gown for a baby. “Tiny white flowers surrounded the letter and circled the loose collar of the gown. Jesse had no idea about women things like stitching, but even he could admire the beauty of the intricate work.” Jesse also has a soft spot for orphaned teen Butch. “Something stirred in Jesse’s heart to witness the excitement that made the boy rise up on the toes of his boots.”
What stirs your heart?
A cowboy is equally masculine and sensitive. In A Cowboy at Heart, Jesse Montgomery watches Amish widow Katie Miller embroider a dressing gown for a baby. “Tiny white flowers surrounded the letter and circled the loose collar of the gown. Jesse had no idea about women things like stitching, but even he could admire the beauty of the intricate work.” Jesse also has a soft spot for orphaned teen Butch. “Something stirred in Jesse’s heart to witness the excitement that made the boy rise up on the toes of his boots.”
What stirs your heart?
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