It is hard not to be overwhelmed by the events going on in the world. Natural disasters, political disasters, and human tragedy on personal levels surround us.
I was tempted not to write a column again this week because I let every thing get to me. I didn't know where to start. Now I do.
Forget about the world outside the area it will go on for a week without our attention. I would like to talk about old timers and the Cimarron Valley.
In the ten years I have been home I have seen the loss of so many of the old-timers here. The latest being Everett Like. I have known him all my life, his wife Dorothy was my Sunday School teacher. I have seen him in many places and many situations and have never seen him that he didn't smile. He was a man full of joy and caring.
He wrote to my father when my father was dying. In the letter he put this phrase “There is no shadow on the trail.” I know my father was comforted by Everett's letters. This was typical of the man. At his wife's funeral he was doing more comforting of others than being comforted.
I always enjoyed talking to him. He told me things about my family I didn't know. My grandfather died long before I was born. He told me a lot about him. He never said anything I know of that was negative. My sister Jean said when I told her of his passing, “I am so sorry, there wasn't a mean bone in his body.”
There may be no shadow on the trail but Everett cast a very long shadow on the Cimarron Valley. He will be sorely missed.
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