Happy Thanksgiving to one and all. I am blessed to have memorabilia from my grandparents and great aunt including these wonderful black and white photos – some are a real hoot. The tall guy on the left is one of the Jones boys – not sure which one and the fellow on the right is my great Uncle, Joe Edwards – both home grown boys from Almo.
Joe and two of his sisters were out in the hills east of Almo rounding up stray cattle when a storm came up. It had been a beautiful sunny day for a ride on our horses but when the sky clouded up, you could see a storm moving in from the west. Joe said we had better head home and leave the cattle. It began to rain before we got home and by the time we made it, we were drenched. Lightening and thunder were all around and they could hear the telephone wires singing as the crackling of electricity in the air. They had just hung on and let the horses find their way home.
The next day the men folk went to bring the stray cattle in and when they got there, five of the cattle were found dead along side the road. They had been killed by lightening. Clarissa said, “we thanked our lucky stars for getting home alive that day.”