By Mary Clearman Blew
In language comparable to the wild fantastic thing about significant Sky nation, Mary Clearman Blew offers us a glimpse into the lives of her relatives as she strains their connection to Montana’s common and human panorama. starting together with her great-grandparents’ arrival in 1882 in Montana--still a territory then--Blew relates the tales that make up her life.
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From late February he would be in the saddle from first light until long after dark, checking on his calving cows. The first sign of spring would be the night he rode in with the pale wet lavender of the first wild crocus, the pasqueflower, in his hatband. A picture taken about this time shows the family on horseback in the big meadow below the ranch buildings. My father wears a light shirt, a dark vest, and chaps. His hat, characteristically, shades his face, obscuring it, but a cigarette juts white from the shadow, and the tilt of his shoulders, the angle of his stirrups, his seat on his big strawberry roan mare Sandy, are lines I would recognize instantly, anywhere, in my sleep.
It was gradually disintegrating into a wad. I I I I I I I The years following my father's death were harrowed by further losses. Drought and a depressed agricultural economy had eroded Montana's tax base and drained the state's support of its institutions, and Northern Montana College, which had been a part of me for so long, could no longer afford me. "Institutions thrive on people like you," a friend had warned me. " Sometimes at night I lay awake listening to the wind ripping off the birch leaves outside my window and heard my father's words, like an unwanted legacy, censorious, deluded, deaf to any answer: Somewhere you got the idea in your head that you know something, but you don't know a goddamned thing.
One of Albert's younger brothers, my uncle Theo, still ranched a quarter of a mile away, across the Judith River. A visit to him meant the breathless splashing trip across the current in the wagon behind one of the work teams. Occasionally Duff and Alec Weir drove down in their spring wagon. Otherwise it was my father and mother, Grammy and Bill Hafer, my little sister and me for months on end. I learned to read at home and, my nose an inch from the page, read everything in sight. Even the strange old textbooks with nineteenth-century illustrations accumulated by my mother's mother from one-room schools all over Fergus County.