The trip to Rodeo was an all day affair it seemed. Only about 50 or 60 miles. There was a picknic lunch packed and we stopped at Silver Creek about halfway and ate. Whatever kind of car our Dad had was one with sucicide doors. I remember opening the back door and falling out. Dan was more like an older brother than an uncle. He is about 6 years older than I am. I see him now (in our 70's) and wonder what the next 6 years have in store for me. As we entered the Love ranch it is about 1/4 mile from the highway to the ranch. As you enter there was a large cottonwood/willow park area on the left. A large cow pond which we swam in and played in. Full of cow poop and who knows what else. A barb wire fence went down the middle, so we played mostly on the side where the cattle didn't go. Under the cottonwood trees there was a huge swing about 20 ft. tall. We could really swing high. In front of the swing was a barrel slat hammock. Farther left was the water osmosis cooler for milk and such. I spent many hours in that park. Dan taught me how to make cars out of wood blocks and lids. We made roads and tunnels around and under the tree roots. Dan also made model airplanes from balsa kits. He was very paticular and protective of them, so I never got to play with them. They were hung in his bedroom from the cealing. I asked him about them this 2005 year and he doesn't know what happened to them. As you came in the back porch, a screen in area, you entered a large kitchen. Wood burning range, a room with a bathtub Grandpa made from concrete about 6ft long. No running water in the house, so all the water had to be carried from the windmill, maybe 50-60 feet away. In the front of the house was a living/bedroom where Grandma ans Grandpa slept. It seems that Dan's room was to the left of that, not sure. There was a radio in that room that Grandpa would dirve his pickup to the window and hook it up to the battery. As I remember it was there that I heard the news of Pearl Harbor and the start of WW11. Can't figure out why I would be there in December. But, as you know, memories are pretty failable. Last time Dan and I talked we looked back at the branding days. Eating mountain oysters. I got knocked out trying to hold a calfs legs as it got branded. I think I was about 11 or 12. Dan taught me how to saddle up and rein a horse. Puddin Foot was a work horse that was easy to saddle up, but a bumpy ride. He had one speed, the speed of a plow horse. We rode many miles on and around the ranch. There weren't any neighbors for at least 4 or 5 miles. Somewhere I read, maybe Bertha, how large that ranch and all of its leased land was. Dan was an expert rifleman as were all of the men of that time. I remember him hitting a running jackrabbit from horseback.