Sunday, September 26, 2004
LA PLATA MOUNTAINS
PICTURE OF LA PLATA MOUNTAINS
PICTURE OF BALDY AND LIZARD HEAD WHERE THE LA PLATA COUNTY CHARACTERS SPENT MANY AN EVENING ENJOYING THE VIEW. SON WILKERSON WENT WITH HIS BROTHERS TO SUMMER PASTURE.
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The sun sets and illuminates the clouds over Durango as a storm passes through
WOLF CREEK PASS which played a part in La Plata County Series. The Wilkersons came over this pass when coming from Texas. The cattle drivers brought their herds from Texas through here.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
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La Plata County Series, Book One http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=1%2D58348%2D365%2D9
County Dublin and Blood on the Moon
by Luther Butler
County Dublin is the first of ten novels in the La Plata County Series. The reader meets James Butler (alias James Wilkerson) was destined to rule the House of Ormonde in Dublin, Ireland. County Dublin has blood-seeking sharks, slavers, slaves and Irishmen who kill and mutilate to keep James Butler from his destiny. These obstacles drive him to Louisa County, Virginia. It is here he fathers two sons who are destined to travel across the South, until one homesteads in La Plata County, Colorado.
La Plata County Series, Book Two
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Amite County and Mississippi Woman
by Luther Butler
Luther Butler continues his La Plata County Series. James Butler's (alias James Wilkerson) descendents find themselves caught up in the great American Civil War. Nat who dreams of becoming a soldier in the Southern Army narrates AMITE COUNTY. Eleven year old Nat is engaged in a conflict that tears him and his Black comrade, Charles Ray, from the Amite County farm to a dangerous Yankee prisoner of war camp.
La Plata County Series, Book Three
Indian & Soldiers and Ranchers & Rustlers
by Luther Butler
From Dublin, Ireland to Barbados, to Virginia, to Georgia, to Mississippi, James Wilkerson's lineage marches westward. Son Wilkerson continues to trace the roots of the people who settle La Plata County, Colorado. Two exciting novels make up La Plata County Series III. INDIANS AND SOLDIERS portrays the Cavalry's role in clearing La Plata County of the Ute Indians. RANCHERS AND RUSTLERS brings two retired Indian fighters into the County and into D.H. and Melinda Wilkerson's life. Privation follows the early settlers, but the beauty of the mountains compensates them.
La Plata County Series, Book Four
Homesteaders & Sheepherders and D.H.
by Luther Butler
Son Wilkerson continues the saga of La Plata County Serieswith HOMESTEADERS AND SHEEPHERDERS and D.H. In HOMESTEADERS AND SHEEPHERDERS, the Wilkersons struggle to make ends meet. The Utes are gone, but the sagebrush, pinyon, and cedar still remain to be cleared from the Dryside land. Suddenly, D.H. Wilkerson realizes he cannot make a living on the land he has accumulated so he turns to a large herd of sheep for money. Along with the sheep, death stalks the Dryside land in the form of angry Mormons, Diphtheria, Wallis Yonger, and Swamper, a child molester. Son Wilkerson steps in to help drive the sheep to the beloved La Plata Mountains.
D.H., is the continuation of the story of D.H. Wilkerson as told by Son. Driven from La Plata County by sickness, Son and D.H. wander the badlands of New Mexico and Arizona. Son returns to La Plata County to help his brother, Frank, run the ranch during World War II. Son is forced to grow up during a time when the world is coming unglued. While trying to cope with an insane father, he finds friendship with Duane and love with Dorothy Tuttle.
La Plata County Series, Book Five
I knew a Man Who had Six Sons and Squash Blossom
by Luther Butler
La Plata County Series beloved characters are involved in a tragic crash while flying over Korea! The end of an era is marked with a fire that brings a catastrophic end to the son of the Mississippi woman. The saga that began in a castle in Ireland where James Butler (alias James Wilkerson) was born ends on Son's beloved La Plata River. All is not lost; for out of the wreckage comes the return of a Ute Indian, Squash Blossom's descendent, who hopes to return a piece of the raped land to its native glory
Luther Butler Bibliography
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Alma's poems about growing up in La Plata County
LAPLATA COUNTY SERIES is ten exciting novels published in five books. LaPlata County is in the southwest corner of Colorado. The author spent some of the best years of his life growing up on land between Hay Gulch and Alkali Canyon where the last six novels in this series take place.
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Alma's poems about growing up in La Plata County.
A BOY AND HIS DOG Alma L. Greer Mar. 24, 2005
He can hear their hoofs, smell the dust,Along the cow drive at the close of day.He can feel the dust in his throat,And hear the critters pushing along the way.
He can feel the tiredness in his bones,As the day winds down towards home place.He can see the poor dog, tongue hanging low,From wandering cows, giving them a chase.
Yet, the dog never, ever wanders from his job,He’d watch his master’s signals with care.Showing him if a cow had left the herd,Were they over here, or over there.
The boy can hear the cow mooing for her calf,That was tired and lagging behind. But the faithful dog never let it stray,He’d quickly drive it back, and make it mind.
Oh the memory of a boy and his dog,Is a thought to have and to hold. Though time and years have drifted by, Memories still linger, like they were gold.
Thoughts of Bob, told by sister Alma.
THE BEST OF FRIENDS Alma L. Greer Mar. 24, 2005
My brother Bob jostled my memory,Of our long ago yesteryear.Things I had never heard before,Yet, I can see them, oh, so clear.
He spoke of the Cross Over Road,Up near Pine River Dam, it seems.A time when I was so young,It all appears to be in my dreams.
Yet, the picture Bob gave me too see,Was only in his own memory.A story, our Daddy told him about,Now Bob is telling it to me.
It seems grass pasture was real good,So it seemed the best thing for us to do.When we moved our trailer house to Pine River,Daddy decided to take Bessie our horse too.
Now Bob stayed home and batched,After all, he was nearly grown.Why, he was all of fourteen years old,So for sure, he could live all alone.
I can just see that boy in my thoughts,At the beginning of each lonely day.Slop the pigs, feed and milk the cows,Water and feed the chickens, no time for play.
It looks so clear in my foggy mind,But wait one minute, I’m drifting off course,This story isn’t about brother Bob,But Blackie the dog, and Bessie the horse.
It seems like I recall what good friends,-Blackie and Bessie had grown to be.But, since I thought they were both perfect,For sure that’s the way, I would see.
Bob said our Daddy told him, Pasture was luscious and green of course.So he tethered Bessie in the finest grazing,Told Blackie to stay with the horse.
Since they were the best friends ever,It was no job for Bessie’s doggy friend.All day long he guarded his charge,Never, ever letting up on his end.
People drove by the two, and gazed,The tethered Bessie and the dog Blackie. And he stood a strong guard on his horse,So all passing by, could easily see.
Warning anyone, who would do more than look,He was his best friend’s protector and guide.No one had better try to steal his friend,Or, he’d take a hunk right out of their hide. Bob didn’t say how long this lasted,But he did say people would stop by and say.Better not try and bother that horse,Or get in that watch dog’s way.
Their friendship stayed steadfast and strong.All the years we had Blackie and
Bessie.For sure they were the best of friends,My, such a beautiful, fond memory
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Alma's poems about growing up in La Plata County.
A BOY AND HIS DOG Alma L. Greer Mar. 24, 2005
He can hear their hoofs, smell the dust,Along the cow drive at the close of day.He can feel the dust in his throat,And hear the critters pushing along the way.
He can feel the tiredness in his bones,As the day winds down towards home place.He can see the poor dog, tongue hanging low,From wandering cows, giving them a chase.
Yet, the dog never, ever wanders from his job,He’d watch his master’s signals with care.Showing him if a cow had left the herd,Were they over here, or over there.
The boy can hear the cow mooing for her calf,That was tired and lagging behind. But the faithful dog never let it stray,He’d quickly drive it back, and make it mind.
Oh the memory of a boy and his dog,Is a thought to have and to hold. Though time and years have drifted by, Memories still linger, like they were gold.
Thoughts of Bob, told by sister Alma.
THE BEST OF FRIENDS Alma L. Greer Mar. 24, 2005
My brother Bob jostled my memory,Of our long ago yesteryear.Things I had never heard before,Yet, I can see them, oh, so clear.
He spoke of the Cross Over Road,Up near Pine River Dam, it seems.A time when I was so young,It all appears to be in my dreams.
Yet, the picture Bob gave me too see,Was only in his own memory.A story, our Daddy told him about,Now Bob is telling it to me.
It seems grass pasture was real good,So it seemed the best thing for us to do.When we moved our trailer house to Pine River,Daddy decided to take Bessie our horse too.
Now Bob stayed home and batched,After all, he was nearly grown.Why, he was all of fourteen years old,So for sure, he could live all alone.
I can just see that boy in my thoughts,At the beginning of each lonely day.Slop the pigs, feed and milk the cows,Water and feed the chickens, no time for play.
It looks so clear in my foggy mind,But wait one minute, I’m drifting off course,This story isn’t about brother Bob,But Blackie the dog, and Bessie the horse.
It seems like I recall what good friends,-Blackie and Bessie had grown to be.But, since I thought they were both perfect,For sure that’s the way, I would see.
Bob said our Daddy told him, Pasture was luscious and green of course.So he tethered Bessie in the finest grazing,Told Blackie to stay with the horse.
Since they were the best friends ever,It was no job for Bessie’s doggy friend.All day long he guarded his charge,Never, ever letting up on his end.
People drove by the two, and gazed,The tethered Bessie and the dog Blackie. And he stood a strong guard on his horse,So all passing by, could easily see.
Warning anyone, who would do more than look,He was his best friend’s protector and guide.No one had better try to steal his friend,Or, he’d take a hunk right out of their hide. Bob didn’t say how long this lasted,But he did say people would stop by and say.Better not try and bother that horse,Or get in that watch dog’s way.
Their friendship stayed steadfast and strong.All the years we had Blackie and
Bessie.For sure they were the best of friends,My, such a beautiful, fond memory
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