My Grandparents' Ranch

Many cherished childhood memories involve my grandparents' ranch in Montana. Learning how to ride a horse (practically before I could walk), gathering eggs, milking the cow, the smell of horses and alfalfa dust and dew -- staying on the ranch in the summer was always a glorious adventure.

Though the ranch is different and my grandparents are in their eighties, it still felt the same -- their down-to-earth humor filled the house. There's still a freezer for meat and another just for ice cream. And there are still horses -- scads of beautiful, sweet-tempered horses. My grandpa Peary's dearest dream was to be a horse rancher. While their income, at least when I was younger, came from beef cattle, those horses have always been dear to his heart. Most of us Hannums caught that love of horses, too.

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