Category: Shalom Talk

Long before Hollywood met Miss Tillie, the camp cook was the main focus of his energy in the afternoons. There was only one thing more important than telling tall tales in the evening to his friends – that most important thing was — a full tummy.

Well, I remember once when Hollywood was working on the Box Elder Ranch and he was out there all by himself with a big old wagon full of barbed wire, fence posts, shovels, and all kinds of things that he needed to repair or install fences. All day long he would roll that big old wagon up close to a fence, then pull out a fence post, dig a hole, and drive a new fence post into the ground. Then he moved that old wagon about 15 feet, pulled the old fence post out of the ground, dug a new hole in the ground, and put another fence post into that new hole. Hollywood continued this process, he would go along the trail, replacing about 20 or 25 fence posts at a time.

He would circle the wagon back around to the beginning point, hook up a single lead of wire, and stretch it from the first post all the way to the last post. After he loosely tacked the wire to each post, he stretched that wire real tight. Then, from there, he would string two more runs of wire on the set of new posts and he would have himself a new segment of fence. Finally, he would go a little bit further down and start all over, put in about 20 or 25 posts and then string the three wires across the posts. Some days, this was all he would do, replacing fence from sunup to sundown.   So, you can imagine he was pretty hungry by the end of the day.

On one of those fence days, he returned to camp after a difficult day of stringing fence in the foothills. The camp cook was not done with dinner like he usually was. Goodness, his tummy was grumbling, grumbling, and grumbling. He worked really hard to keep his mouth shut because he did not want to rile up that cook and make him work even slower than he already was. He began to think on scripture about patience and he was reminded of a song that his mother used to sing. He could hear her voice right now. Here is what she would sing —

I was working on the Box Elder, stringing fence wire like thread.

Spent a long time in Dakota, when drifting was part of the day.

Nothing was too good for the cowboys, least that was what the boss would say.

I think he was an old-time rancher, known for how well he kept his crew fed.

Well, you know, Hollywood knew his boss was a good man and he had hired the best cook in the county. But today it has been a hard day and Hollywood was very, very hungry. So Hollywood was trying hard to be patient, but it was not easy. He could smell the vittles cooking slowly. He could hear the noise they make as they are gradually becoming crispy. The aroma was delectably tasty. But the cook said not yet — we are not ready to eat.

Hollywood was working hard to be patient, but it was not going well. He had to leave the kitchen area. He walked out where the cattle were. They were at peace. Hollywood knew trouble was brewing in his mind. He needed to get control. Goodness, it took a while to tell Lucifer to leave, the negative thoughts from Lucifer were not helping.  Hollywood was not willing to give into his temper, he told Lucifer to get lost – Hollywood was clear in his thoughts as he prayed – I am resisting you Lucifer, God tells me you must flee. Hollywood knew if he got mad, Cookie would move even slower than he already was. So, Hollywood put Lucifer on notice, God was not going to tolerate the noise from Lucifer.

Hollywood stayed patient and he stayed quiet. The time passed, his mind was still. God had pushed Lucifer away, and then you know what happened?

He finally heard what he wanted to hear. Hollywood could hear that clanging iron… He heard that triangle sing out with that beautiful ring, calling all of the cattle hands in to the kitchen to pick up their plate and come get some food so they could eat.

But Hollywood’s struggle was not over, by the time Hollywood got there, the line was pretty long. You know, Hollywood went too far away with his wandering while he was trying to hold his temper. And now, there he was, at the end of the line. Wait, and wait, and more waiting. But Hollywood knew God would leave enough food for him. There was always going to be enough food for every person on the crew because that is the kind of boss that he worked for. So, he just started praying about the good things that God gives you. And gradually, bit by bit, the line moved. Hollywood was able to get his meal and sit down. And once again he heard words from his mother. She sang this beautiful song. It seemed like she had written this song just for today. And here is what she had to say —

Fried potatoes, soft beans, flapjacks; good ole bread made of sour dough,

Maple syrup, Jam, and Jelly all over the place, Mountain Oysters cooked just so.

Hollywood reached for that cup of coffee that Cookie gave him, sat down, sipped on that coffee, and started working on his plate. He looked over and noted Cookie’s face. Cookie was beaming.

Cookie says direct to Hollywood – You know, you were the last guy in line. So, guess what! You are the first one to get seconds. Why don’t you come on up here and fill your plate up a second time because you look really hungry. Besides, I know I was late. I am deeply sorry, my friend. I had to find those potatoes. I had to go all the way back into the city. I did not have any. I needed to get potatoes and that pushed all of the meal preparation back. When I finally got back with the potatoes, I knew that I was going to have a lot of men waiting. Hollywood, I saw your patience. I knew you were hungry, but you were patient and you did not say a word. You just waited. You made my day, Hollywood. You made my day. Thank you.

And once again, Hollywood heard his mother singing in his mind. She sang to him —

It seemed they knew our tummy; they knew how to keep us at work.

Thus, when the going got really tough, not one of us was ever called a shirk.

Hollywood finished that second plate of food and his tummy was full. He drifted off to the bunkhouse to sit with all of his friends and tell tall tales as the sun disappeared over the horizon. He could hear the cattle in the background calling, and later that evening Hollywood went out on watch and started singing to the cattle. He sang his mother’s songs over and over and over again as the evening passed, and the cattle were quiet — at peace. Everything was at peace for Hollywood in the Wyoming foothills of the Wind River Range.

Ephesians 4:2 — Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love

Please note: In 1956 a cowboy poet, Jim Jennings, published a short book about his experience working at ‘dude’ ranches in the west. My Great grandmother, Goldie Livingston, obtained a first edition copy of Jim’s self-published book in the fall of 1956. The poetry in this story is adapted from Jim’s book.

In his early days, Hollywood spent his time working on ranches. He made friends with everything around him, not just people. He made friends with his horses; he made friends with all the critters that he looked after. He made friends with the people that came to the ranch. He had friends from all over Eastern Wyoming and western South Dakota.

He learned many, many songs from his mother. These songs were about all different kinds of things. Sometimes she taught him songs about riding on the range. Sometimes she taught him songs about storm clouds and about the power of the river. Sometimes she taught him songs about how it felt when people came by to visit. She used the songs to teach him truth and life lessons.

On this day he walked way out onto the backside of the ranch. Drifting up into the foothills of the Wind River Range; he sat down in a deep crevice to ponder. Hollywood watched the clouds drift by as his mind wandered. He thought of one of those songs from his mom. In his mind he could hear her voice singing –

Laying in a narrow, daydreaming on life,

Looking at a cleft between tall walls.

heard a deep rumble of old boot heels,

They were coming down the draw.

Been a while since I put eyes on them,

I would guess three or four months.

This clatter could not be mistaken,

If you had ever heard it once.

His mind drifted once again. Watching the clouds come by, observing the formations with an imagination, you started guessing what he was seeing. Sometimes he could see the head of a coyote. As it drifted by another time, he thought he was seeing a turtle floating across the sky. Then a long, narrow snake moving across the sky; then that snake transformed and it became the round dot with another dot and another dot and it looked almost like a music note. But that seemed a little too strange for him. Then his mother’s voice came back to him again.

She often wondered about people and how they thought about the things of God. She was very willing to listen to their thoughts and pray for them and help them understand the things about Jesus that would change their lives. Hollywood knew that.

His relationship with God happened because of his mother talking to him over and over as he wrestled with the things of life. Hollywood wondered what his life would have been like if he had not paid attention to her thoughts. He was eternally grateful for her willingness to keep talking with him and keep praying with him until finally he understood that there was a God out there that loved him in spite of all the things he had done. This God really loved him in spite of himself. Hollywood struggled with a lot of things in his younger years, but he never forgot the words of his mother.

He ran away from home when he was a young man. He was convinced that he was going to find his own way and that he knew better than anybody else what was going to be good for him. Ohh my, the troubles he got himself into. He started running with the wrong crowd. This crowd was not a good influence. Because of his mother’s prayer and Fathers influence, he was truly fortunate to isolate himself before they started robbing banks.

He found a very loving and gentle sheriff that picked him up and put him in jail for a couple of weeks and talked with him about the path that he was on. That sheriff then reached out to his mother and determined that she was a woman of God. So, he released Hollywood into his mother and father’s hands.

Boy did she scold him. ‘Hollywood’ she sternly blurted out as she grabbed his ear and twisted. But she also showed him great mercy when the time came for him to sit down and take account of his life. So, as he slowed down in this small valley on this day; He heard her voice once again. — She was singing —

Started thinking about God’s grace.

I wondered if this was their today.

Told them about the goodness of God.

Turned out Jesus was the right play.

Their hearts renewed by mercy.

The wild horse in them put to rest.

They did not expect this blessing.

God gave them grace and his cleft.

Hollywood was at peace with himself now. He had Miss Tillie (his wife and best friend) at his side. And he had responsibilities. He worked for a good man on a ranch that needed his help. He felt like he had a purpose.

His boss said — You’ve come a long way since that little boy who ran away. It was clear, you were running from life, from your parents, from your friends, and from everything else. Anyone could see you were trying to figure out what this life is all about.

Today, out on the range, Hollywood just thinks about the songs his mother used to sing to him to help calm him down when the day was hard. On those days, his mother’s voice, and the God that he serves brought him peace.

And then, there is Miss Tillie, his wife. She was a gift from God. She made him feel needed and wanted. Life does not get much better. And with that, the sun started to drift down. Hollywood hopped back up from his resting place and headed home. His workday was done, his thinking was done, he was ready to go home and spend time with his wife. It was a good day….

Proverbs 31:10-12 – A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.

Please note: In 1956 a cowboy poet, Jim Jennings, published a short book about his experience working at ‘dude’ ranches in the west. My Great grandmother, Goldie Livingston, obtained a first edition copy of Jim’s self-published book in the fall of 1956.  The poetry in this story is adapted from Jim’s book.