Barbara Grieb

Tall in the saddle he may stand, roping, riding or penning he’s quite a hand.

Those hands that hold those reigns have held a flashlight at dawn or at night to get in the cows or hold a coon in the light. His faithful dog make it turn out right.

Many a friend he’s helped when caught in a lurch.

Those same hands at home, in church have held your hand in prayer to acknowledge his Savior & Lord is there.

Seventy-Five years ago I held his hand and we took our vows and he’s been faithful ’til now, altho all you girls are special in your own way, we too have both been blessed….what can I say!

Are you getting close?

As a young man he held in those hands 3 daughters one by one and even a son…and now 6 Grandkids + 3 and 4 Greats…all 1st rate!

Some of you may be a part of our family by being a “son” or “daughter ” and our home your home, you felt like our own. Whether you call him Papa, Brother, Carl or friend , he’ll be true to the end.

This guy has don’t lots of things from milking, riding the range to running a crane. His word is his bond, you can count on that!

You’ve sat by his side at a campfire or two ’cause he’ll go camping or fishing with you…at any excuse. Give him a truck and a horse between his knees, he’s quite easy to please.

If this guy seems perfect you’ll have to admit …he’s got one fault we’d like to forget. If you’re gathering cattle and you ain’t in your place and you think you’re doing quite well …it may be possible you would hear him YELL! but don’t take it to heart…’cause he does treat us quite well.

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