One Christmas, when my kids were little, I realized that I was spending all of Christmas Day in the kitchen and missing out on watching them enjoy their presents.  I…

Carol Jean remembers a time in Chewelah when she and Fred were cleaning the calf stalls. It was a horrible, stinky job, and Fred said to her, “If we have…

When we were growing up one of the highlights of our childhood was making homemade root beer as a family.  We had the whole shebang...bottles, capping machine (back in those…

Dad and Mom tell a story of 3 year old Gary riding the tractor with Dad.  Dad hit a bump; Gary fell off and was run over by the tractor. …

I wrote this story originally on December 18, 1983 for a grade in an English class at BYU. My professor gave me an A+ and included a nice note to me. I revised it for inclusion in our family's lybbertlegends.com/staging/4467/ project on July 28, 2024. I discovered I write much better when I’m not writing for a grade–just family.  This is a retelling of an incident that happened to my brother, Gary, in 1969. It was early Fall 1969 on our working ranch–working being the operative word in its most grueling sense. The end of grazing season approached and […]