Sunday, May 22, 2016

Get along with your fellow man - it pays!


Andrew Carnegie started off as a very poor young man whose first job paid him only two cents per hour. Although he only attended school four years, later in life, he became very successful and gave away over 350 million in charitable contributions during his own lifetime (that being 100-year-ago dollars). In an interview he once attributed his success to the fact he, "...learned how to handle people."

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Growing up COUNTRY!

You may not know it, but I grew up country. Not “country” like, my family tree does not “fork,” kind of country. LOL! Not a house-per-acre in a subdivision kind of country (although there are a lot of great rural folk from those areas). But a down-home, proud-to-be-an-American, from the heartland, own a pickup truck (because a car won’t make it down your road), don’t need any bureaucrat telling you what to do, raise your own food, cowboy hat wearing (to keep the sun off), raising cows, horses, chickens, goats, hogs, dogs and even a little “Cain” kind of country! You know what I mean – COUNTRY!

The half-horse town nearest to where I grew up was about two-miles distant. It consisted of a Church, under a dozen homes, an old store, a cotton gin and a feed yard. I caught the school bus there. At various times I arrived at said bus stop by means of walking, bicycle, a-horseback, or driving—depending upon what was available and general weather conditions.

The next town of any significance was another ten miles and consisted of a school, three churches, a store/post office combination and about a couple-dozen homes (this is where I went to school). I rode the bus for an hour, traveling from farm to ranch, in order to pick up enough kids to make a load. FFA was required curriculum. There were only about eight to ten kids in my grade each year.

Because of my upbringing, I gained useful knowledge, such as what it’s like to milk a cow by hand twice-a-day (taught me about regularity and responsibility). I know how to butcher my own meat, what it’s like to mend fences, assist an animal with birthing, tromp in muck up to your knees to doctor a sick animal during a storm, get bucked off in a sticker patch, be kicked by a horse or cow protecting their “personal space,” hooked by a bull (whose “personal space” is usually much larger), how to entertain yourself without the aide of “electronic gadgets,” dress in layers so you can bear being outside in a day that starts off in the 30s at daybreak and winds up in the 80’s by afternoon, be both wind-burned and sunburned from working outside all day. I know all that and more—and I love it.

I love it because I also know what it’s like to see mountain views ten, twenty or even fifty miles off on a clear day. I know what it’s like to stare up at the stars with an unobstructed view while hearing crickets chirping on a clear, still night. I know what it’s like to have a special bond with animals—even if you plan to eat them later. The sight of a colt taking its first suckle, what it’s like to actually know your neighbors, the feeling of independence you get surviving in the country, the pride of raising your own food and yes, me being a male, the freedom to “do my business” outdoors, with worrying about neighbors being around.

Things weren’t always easy growing up this way. Being poor and rural, you had to be tough to survive. If you have ever chopped your own wood because it’s your only source of heat, had to gather a meal before eating it, lived in a house where you could see your breath in un-heated bedrooms during winter, chopped weeds in a field for minimum wage (daylight till dark on a hot summer day), spent a full day in the saddle (working – not pleasure riding), had blisters on your hands (and butt), or had to choose between buying gas or groceries with your last twenty-dollars because the “harvest check” is not in yet, then you know what I’m talking about.

Growing up country taught me many things. It’s a way of life like no other and I’m glad for it. I learned to respect God and country, the true value of a dollar (one you earned yourself), how to be responsible (not only for yourself but for animals and others), how to be independent, to really appreciate and respect nature, to work hard, to speak another language (Spanish), to change my own tires, fix a vehicle good enough to get back home with bailing wire and duct tape, basic veterinary skills, to be diplomatic when dealing with animals (and people), horticulture and the difference between beast of burden, meat animals and pets (and know they all have their own special place in the world), the value of a friend you could count on when you really need a hand, and, well, you get the picture.

I have a lot of fond memories of grow up this way. If you have ever “bobbed for apples” at a “Country Jamboree,” rolled your bedroll out and slept under the stars, known the satisfaction of doing a job few others could, watched an animal being born, smelled fresh-cut hay, danced a jig in the high school gymnasium at the yearly social, seen a sunrise or sunset a-horseback with no obstructions around, eaten “rocky mountain oysters” over a branding fire or a ripe tomato fresh off the vine, spent a Saturday night riding around in a four-wheel drive with a twelve pack and a spot light and thought it was the time of your life, listened to the same Chris Ledoux tape over and over on the way to a rodeo in the middle of nowhere, ate the best food ever at a “potluck” gathering, or if you have ever tasted home-made ice cream, made with cream you personally strained from milk, gotten from your own cow, then you know what I’m talking about.

A lot of folks think that growing up country is a handicap, but pardner, I’m here to tell you, it’s not! Great men like Abraham Lincoln grew up very country (and poor). Dale Carnegie, arguably one of the greatest writers and speakers of the 20th century grew up on a farm in Missouri. Canadian songstress, Shania Twain, grew up poor, in the rugged wilderness near Timmins, Ontario. As a boy, Johnny Cash worked along side his family in an Arkansas cotton field. Writer, Max Evans, once trailed a herd of horses from Jal, New Mexico to Guymon, Oklahoma when he was a young boy. They later made movies from books he’d written about his experiences! There are thousands of other examples. I could go on and on about great folk (well-known and unknown) who were raised “country.”

Personally, I wear “growing up country,” like a badge of honor. I would not have had it any other way!

Jim Olson © 2016
www.TotallyWestern.com

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Happiness

     Happiness is something humankind has sought since the dawning of time. Thousands of games and other forms of entertainment have been invented to stimulate it. What most never realize however is all happiness is fleeting unless you first bring it with you. Happiness is not a destination. It must come from a place inside of you. True happiness is never external. 
Happiness is sought in many ways. Some look for it in the form of shopping, or roping, others in the form of a buddy or partner. Many sit around, saying they are bored, looking for something to do.  Something to entertain them. Something to make them happy. They are hoping something “out there” will come along and magically make them happy.
People play games, watch sports, take a trip to Vegas, on and on, in search of the elusive “happiness.” And generally, they find it—for a little while. Soon enough however, the euphoria fades away and they are bored once again. Then they continue looking for the next form of entertainment to make them “happy.” Most think happiness could be theirs, “if only.” 
It has been proven, time and again, having “this” or “that” does not fulfill your deep-down need for happiness. Most of us never realize that all external forms of happiness are merely ephemeral. True happiness is something you must bring with you.
There are many ways to get, and remain, happy. Just remember, it is always an inside job. Each has their own specific triggers that work for them. Personally, I love to read inspirational material. I also constantly dwell on things I am thankful for. These things help my state of mine stay right. One lesson I learned long ago was to be happy with what you have and where you are at, regardless. Make the most of each and every situation and moment. This does not mean you should not aspire to reach greater heights, but your state of happiness should not depend upon reaching those heights.
Remember, when you bring happiness with you—happiness which comes from within—then, and only then, will it not matter what you are doing. You will be happy no matter what is happening externally. This is a trait of most positive thinkers and optimists. People who look for the bright spot in every situation and remember to be thankful for what they have. The happiest people I have ever met were eternal optimist and always positive! Most also had a strong belief in God.
So the next time you are headed somewhere just to have a little fun, remember to bring happiness with you—inside. This is the only true way it will last.

Jim Olson ©2015


Thursday, October 9, 2014

Free Feel Good...

Offer someone a friendly smile or a kind word today. It'll make you both feel better, and it doesn't cost a thing!

Friday, September 19, 2014

The Rat Race..

One thing I've learned about the rat race―the winner is still a rat!

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Jim Olson is a ranch-raised cowboy, author and entrepreneur. Growing up on the high plains of eastern New Mexico he learned to ride young colts, tend to cattle and drive heavy farm equipment at an early age. 

Jim spent a few years competing in the calf roping event at the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association level, qualifying for the circuit finals a few times. He lives on and operates a ranch near Stanfield, Arizona, once a part of John Wayne’s Red River Ranch, and also owns Western Trading Post, dealing in Cowboy and Indian collectibles. 

These great life experiences Jim now uses in his writing career. He writes stories about interesting and extraordinary people of the west including short stories of both fiction and nonfiction. He has a monthly column titled “Cowboy Heroes,” published by several Southwestern and national magazines. Jim has written three books and is working on other projects as well. He can be reached via the web: www.JimOlsonAuthor.com 

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