My working girl...

Each year after the hay is put into stacks it needs to be covered with tarps to protect it from the winter elements. This photo shows Alex working on top of the stack to help spread the tarp out. She worked hard with her uncle Dan to get the stacks covered. Ill do a blog showing the whole process.

Alex learned how to drive the semi to help haul the hay. She would drive around the field so that the hay could be stacked on the trailer. Of course Rooster the trusty dog had to go with her in the semi and supervise everything.

Here she is in the driver's seat.

Here she is taking a break from driving the semi while her uncle unloads the hay. It has given her time to catch up with her grandpa. They have had some real quality time and talks.

This shows the semi being loaded with hay. It is quite a process.
Alex has been an awesome helper for her uncle and grandpa with jumping in and being the semi truck driver. It made hauling the hay go quicker and more efficient.

Finding Family from long ago...

We were driving through a small town and my dad said he thought his Grandfather was buried in a cemetery there. So we decide to stop and see if we could find the headstone. We search for about 30 or 40 minutes and couldn't find it. My Dad kept saying that he thought it was some where near the Jones family headstones. Then my husband decided to say a prayer to find it. Within a few minutes his prayer was answered.

My Dad explaining to my husband who all of these people were and how they are related to us.

Not sure what they are saying... But these two are each others best friend. They have such an amazing relationship and love being together, visiting, and exploring.

This is my dad looking at the headstone and talking about his grandfather.

This is my Dad's grandfather's mothers grave.

This is a closeup .
I have always loved genealogy and search out information for years. It is really fun to see my dad getting excited about it.

My hero...a working man...

Here is my Dad. He is an amazing man. He never stops teaching, working, and loving his family. Here he is teaching the grandsons about getting too many cows into the holding pen and that by crowding them you get into a mess.

All of these years this has been my dad's way of walking. He has his hand on his hips. We have always been able to look around rather into the field, at the fairground, in a crowd and recognize him because he always has his hands on his hips.

He has been a rancher for over fifty years. He still enjoys to being a part of anything that is going on at the ranch and is always right in there helping with everything. He is watching the branding and preg testing of the cows in this photo.

We went to fix fence one day and he hiked up the hill, pounded nails, put the stretchers in his hand and walk a good couple of miles, repairing the fence where it needed it. Here was a gate that was broken and he rebuilt the gate.

Here he is on his trusty four wheeler with the weed killer container hooked up. He is on the dry farm killing thistle.

There is that stance again. He is such an amazing man.

He had a tractor get stuck which is a blog in and of itself. But he is carrying those chains through the field with his buddy Rooster to chain his stuck tractor to the other one to pull it out.

He is an incredible man. He has taught us so much through the years. He has been patient with us, given us good sound advise, loved us unconditionally, sacrificed for us, and been an incredible example through his life and ours. How blessed we have been to be Worton children and to have been under his watchful eye all of our lives.