Mad Jack Hanks: Tales From the O-No Ranch 6-25-12 | TheFencePost.com

Mad Jack Hanks: Tales From the O-No Ranch 6-25-12

Mad Jack Hanks
Wellington, Colo.

Gentle readers, one of my favorite people of all times was Art Linkletter and if you are over 50 you have at least heard of him. He was a television personality long ago and far away. He loved to interview little kids because as we all know, “kids say the darndest things.”

In one segment he was observing a little girl about three or four years of age as she was drawing a picture.

“What are you drawing there honey?” asked Art.

“I’m drawing a picture of God!” she quietly responded.

“That’s nice, but did you know that no one has ever seen God so we don’t know what he looks like?” he prodded.

“She never looked up from her masterpiece and responded with, “well, they do now!”

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Is that not the best or what? I have friends that live up in the Red Feather Lakes area of Colorado just west of the O-NO and they are subject to this huge fire that is burning up so much of our forest and family homes. They brought their motor home and cargo trailer loaded with personal items down here to a safer place. We were talking about our grandkids yesterday and Rosemary told me about the time she was driving through the Nebraska country side with one of her little grandsons.

“Hey Grandma, look at all those new cows out in the field.”

“They are pretty, but what makes you think that they are new cows?” she asked.

“They still got their price tags in their ears!” he blurted out.

Funny stuff, I have to tell ya Charlie Brown, little kids are so precious in their little uncluttered minds.

Years ago at the Denver Stock Show a grandma was telling me that she and her husband were showing cattle there and she needed to run an errand in a poor part of Denver. She had her little grandson with her and they stopped at a red light in front of a rescue mission. On the corner was an old dirty guy holding up a sign that read, “Jesus heals.” After they had driven a block or two in silence the lad pops up with, “Grandma, what did that sign say that old man was holding up?” 

“Well, sweetheart, it said Jesus heals.”

“Grandma, if Jesus is a heeler, who heads for Him?” (The boy’s dad and Grandpa must have been team ropers?)

When son Andy was a mere lad of three I took him into Amarillo with me to the feed store. On the way we passed a ravine off to the side of the road that had a big cottonwood tree in it. Underneath the tree a couple was makin’ love in broad day light! I ain’t makin’ this up.

Andy was standing up beside me in the seat (before seatbelt laws) and offered, “Daddy, why is that man fightin’ with that lady? Why Daddy? Will she be okay?”

“I think she will be fine,” I mumbled as I pushed the pedal to the metal in order to escape as fast as possible.

They grow up way too fast and I relish those memories of the past with my kids and grandkids and too often wish I could have “do-overs” so I could relive those special times. They have to grow up and have kids of their own so they too can enjoy what you and I have enjoyed, right? You betcha!

If you are a person of prayer, remember our firefighters and all that are involved in these terrible days and of course all those families that have lost all.

Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and keep your ears open for cute comments from the little ones and I’ll c y’all, all y’all.