Tag: Fruit Of The Spirit

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.