Country Lifestyle
June 2017 Profile: Wayne Cornish
Son of Mr. Rodeo
By Laci Jones
Eighty-two-year-old Wayne Cornish walked through his home in Enid, Okla., that is filled with old memorabilia and talked as if the photos were taken yesterday. He pointed to a large black and white photo of two men jumping over a fence while standing atop two Roman riding teams. The two men in the photo happen to be Cornish and his father, Cecil Cornish.
“I’m going to tell you a story,” Cornish began.
A man came to their farm near Waukomis, Okla., requesting to take a picture of the father-son duo. Cecil told the photographer, “We are going to have to get them ready, but I guess we will get a picture.” They took their Roman riding teams—Cornish’s “The Flying White Clouds” and Cecil’s “The Golden Eagles” to the pasture and the picture was taken.
“It was the first and only time they jumped together,” said Jackie Cornish, Wayne Cornish’s wife of 22 years.
Formerly known as Mr. Rodeo among his friends, Cecil was born in 1909 in Waukomis, Okla. He began his rodeo performance career in the 1930s. As an animal lover, he began training a six-month-old colt named Smokey to perform tricks, later becoming one of his favorite acts. The pioneer performer taught Smokey how to dance, shake hands and play dead, among other entertaining tricks.
While he initially took to the rodeo circuit competing as a bronc rider and roper, he later began performing. Arguably, his most famous acts included Smokey, his Brahma bull named Danger, six Palomino liberty horses and his Roman riding team. Throughout his career, there were three Danger bulls, which he taught to jump over a car as well as other tricks.
Throughout his career, Cecil performed with other legends including Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, Red Ryder and Little Beaver. He was a member of the Cowboys Turtle Association, the predecessor of the Rodeo Cowboys Association, later becoming the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association.
He performed across the United States and Canada including Madison Square Garden in New York and the Cow Palace in San Francisco. The pioneer performer once estimated he performed in more than 800 rodeos, according to an article written by Randy Witte in the December 2000 issue of “Western Horseman.”
In the prime of his performance career, Cecil and Juanita were married in 1933. With Juanita making his fancy show attire, the couple often traveled together for performances. His outfits were as memorable as they were colorful and elaborate, according to his biography in the ProRodeo Hall of Fame.
Two years after Cecil and Juanita were married, their only child was born in Waukomis, Okla., on Feb. 2. Following in his father’s footsteps, Cornish began performing at a young age. His rodeo debut was at the age of five when barrel men John Lindsay and Hoyt Heifner put Cornish on a calf in Ponca City, Okla.
“I rode him plum across the arena,” Cornish said with a laugh. “I remember my boots fell off, but I rode that bull.”
The bullfighters laughed about the performance and gave the young bull rider $4 for his rodeo debut. During this time, Cornish also performed in Cecil’s act where Danger would jump over a car.
“I would lay down in the back seat, the bull would jump over us and I would crawl out and act like I had been sleeping,” Cornish laughed.
The Cornish family traveled from coast to coast together throughout his childhood. In fact, he spent more time on the road with his parents than in school. The family was at a rodeo across the United States when Juanita said Cornish needed to get back to school. Cecil said the experience would not hurt the young performer, but Juanita insisted.
“They got Wayne back to school, but Cecil wasn’t happy about driving all the way back here and all the way back to the rodeo,” Jackie explained.
Cornish was later expelled from school because of his absences, after working a rodeo in east Texas. Cecil visited the school board to get Cornish back in school.
“Cecil said, ‘He probably learned more from going to the rodeo than he would’ve in school,’” Jackie added.
The school allowed the student to return to school, but he continued to travel the rodeo circuit. The rodeo clown got his Rodeo Cowboys Association Card in 1953 and graduated from high school a year later.
It wasn’t long before commentators referred to Cornish as “a chip off the old block who is rapidly becoming a block of his own.” Like his father, many of Cornish’s acts included animals—six golden liberty horses, a pig Cornish referred to as a garbage disposal and The Flying White Clouds.
He started working with The Flying White Clouds in 1953, performing many tricks which included jumping through rings of fire. Cornish said his dad helped him train Susie and Sallie, sisters in The Flying White Clouds, but Ed Curtis helped the performer at an event in Kansas. He said they had a light show and one of the horses fell over backwards during the jump, throwing Cornish. Curtis helped get the horses under control, he added.
“To this day, they always jump perfectly,” Cornish beamed. “They were a perfect, perfect act and they were never hurt again.”
While he continued his specialty acts, Cornish preferred clowning and being a barrel man. Cornish has more than 20 years of stories while wearing the clown suit and painted face.
“We didn’t know we was rodeoing,” Cornish explained. “We worked hard.”
He performed with some of the best rodeo clowns including Oklahoma natives Dixie Mosley, Junior Meek and Jim Hill, describing them as “some of the best in the world.” Performing was not always work as many of the rodeo clowns enjoyed pulling practical pranks on one another.
It once snowed the night before a scheduled rodeo in Utah, and Cornish said there were maybe three or four people in the stands watching the rodeo. He came out with his old suit on because he did not want to get muddy for only a few people.
“[Jim Hill] moved over behind me and shoved me down in the mud, but I got him,” he recalled. “He said, ‘We need a picture,’ so I hit him. He was a funny act.”
Cornish once performed in front of then-President Harry S. Truman at a rodeo in his hometown of Independence, M.O. Margaret Truman accidentally stepped on her dog’s tail, making the dog yelp.
The yelp sounded like the nickname for former president, Dwight Eisenhower, “Ike.” Cornish told the former First Lady that he would have to shoot the dog for yelping “Ike, Ike, Ike.” The rodeo clown said President Truman just laughed.
Cornish worked as a rodeo clown in many of the rodeos his father performed in, and they often traveled together from coast to coast. Together, they worked in large rodeos as well as the small, local rodeos.
Being a rodeo clown and performer does not come without risks. Like many rodeo cowboys, Cornish suffered from many injuries including broken ribs to broken shoulders. A broken neck in 1962 prevented him from working in the National Finals Rodeo in Oklahoma City.
The injuries he sustained throughout his career was one of the reasons Cornish put away his clown outfit. Another reason for quitting was because of Cecil. By 1971, Cornish said the animals were getting older, which lead Cecil to decide on retiring after returning from a rodeo in Evanston, Wyo.
“He said, ‘Son, I want to tell you something. Smokey is getting a lot of miles on him, and I had pretty good luck for all them years that he had,’” Cornish recalled. “Some people really thought they were a good act and they were.”
While he no longer performed as a rodeo clown or performer, Cornish remained invested in the rodeo circuit by hauling horses. Traveling across the United States and Canada, he hauled horses for Ashland, Neb., Hull and Smith; Walter Merrick, race horse breeder from Sayre, Okla.; and Betty and Dee Raper, Belle Mere Farm in Norman, Okla. Cornish said he was always on the road, and he once got a call from Raper who was checking in on him.
“He said, ‘Wayne, are you all right?’” Cornish recalled. “I said, ‘Yes sir, I’m working and busy. I got things to do.’”
Jackie said the Rapers said they have never had anyone before or since Cornish who was as responsible. He hauled racing horses and roping horses. Among those horses included Genuine Risk, one of three fillies that won the Kentucky Derby.
“I hauled a lot of horses—good horses from Florida to California,” Cornish added.
Cornish said he later started hauling livestock but quit because of his daughters. When asked if he missed being on the road, he said “I do” without hesitating.
Since then, he has attended many rodeo clown reunions. One reunion was held at Oklahoma City. Donning his clown suit, he and nine other rodeo clowns raced donkeys and mules in Remington Park. Cornish laughed and said he wanted to prove to the other clowns that he could win the first mule race held at Remington Park, and Cornish succeeded. He was awarded a belt buckle for the achievement.
Among his many achievements includes a lifetime member of the PRCA. The former rodeo clown has received the Andy Womack Memorial Award, named after a rodeo clown from the ‘30s to ‘40s. The memorial award is the highest award a rodeo clown can receive.
In 1991, Cecil was inducted into the National Cowboy Hall of Fame, and was inducted into the ProRodeo Hall of Fame in 2003. He died later that year in Enid, Okla.
The Cornishes collected many years’ worth of rodeo memorabilia. In 2010, a storm caused them to pack the memorabilia including photos belt buckles, medallions and other irreplaceable items into a large suitcase and other bags.
They took the items to Jackie’s mother’s storm shelter to keep them safe. They did not tell anyone where they put the memorabilia, but Jackie was apprehensive about leaving the precious items. She suggested putting a padlock on the storm shelter, but Cornish and her mother believed the items were safe.
“We go over to get [the memorabilia] and this one big suit case that would’ve taken two people to get it out of there is gone,” Jackie recalled. “We searched everywhere, and I know nobody would have just taken them and thrown them away.”
The irreplaceable items have yet to be returned. Some memorabilia, including the barrel Cornish used in his rodeo clown days, is on display at the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City.
Two years later in August, Cornish had a brain aneurysm. When they arrived at the hospital, the neurosurgeon showed Jackie a picture showing the blood clot in Cornish’s cranium and told her he was likely going to die. The neurosurgeon presented the option of surgery, but the chances of the former rodeo performer surviving were minimal.
“I went up to the chapel and said a lot of prayers,” Jackie recalled. “I said, ‘If he can’t be himself, then take him, but if he can, leave him here because I need him.’”
Cornish survived the surgery and was taken to the intensive care unit. While many still believed Cornish would not survive, Jackie knew he would. The aneurysm affected his central nervous system on the left side, impacting his vision and speech, she added. Five years later, Jackie supports Cornish by serving as his eyes and helping tell many stories of his career in the rodeo circuit.
“There’s not much I can do without her,” Cornish added.
Cornish and Jackie met when they were teenagers and were high school sweethearts. Their families were good friends, but Jackie’s parents thought Cornish was too old to date her.
“I always liked her,” he explained. “I really did like her.”
They went on to marry other people, but they were reunited 30 years later. The couple married in 1995. The couple has six daughters from previous marriages: Donna Kay, Shawna, Jacquetta, Kelly Ann, Kimberly and Karen.
“I am so blessed that he is still here,” Jackie said and she laughed. “He is just so funny.”
While the Cornishes only attend a few local rodeos each year, Cornish enjoys making people laugh and reminiscing on the days when he wore the clown suit.
This article originally appeared in the June 2017 issue of Oklahoma Farm & Ranch.
Country Lifestyle
The Almanac: Old Wisdom, New Uses
By Savannah Magoteaux
It may seem old-fashioned in today’s world of instant weather apps and precision farming tools, but for generations, farmers and ranchers have kept something tucked alongside their feed store receipts and fencing pliers: the almanac.
If you’ve ever wondered what makes an almanac different from a regular calendar—or how you can actually use one on the farm today—you’re not alone. The truth is, there’s a reason the almanac has stuck around for more than two centuries. It’s part tradition, part practical guide, and part good old country common sense.
What Exactly Is an Almanac?
At its simplest, an almanac is an annual publication that contains a wide variety of information:
- Weather forecasts (both short-term and long-range)
- Moon phases and sunrise/sunset times
- Best days for planting, harvesting, and other chores
- Tide tables
- Astronomical data (eclipses, meteor showers)
- Farming advice
- Home and garden tips
- Folk wisdom and humor
The Old Farmer’s Almanac, founded in 1792, is probably the most famous, but there are many versions today—including regional editions designed for specific areas of the country.
What sets an almanac apart is that it doesn’t just tell you what is happening; it often tells you when and how to do things based on seasonal rhythms, tradition, and long-standing patterns of nature.
How Are Almanac Predictions Made?
One of the most famous parts of the almanac is its weather forecast section.
While the exact methods are often kept secret, most almanacs combine:
- Historical weather patterns
- Solar cycles (like sunspots)
- Lunar phases
- Meteorological data
They aren’t as precise as modern radar forecasts, but they’re designed to give a general idea of what to expect for an upcoming season. Many readers use them more for planning and tradition than strict prediction.
Interestingly, some almanacs claim accuracy rates of around 80%, though independent studies suggest they’re closer to 50–60%. Still, for long-range planning—like when to schedule planting, hay cutting, or even branding days—many farmers find them helpful.
How to Use an Almanac Today
If you flip open an almanac today, you’ll find it offers much more than weather. Here are a few practical ways to use one on your farm or ranch:
- Planting by the Moon: Many people still plant certain crops according to the waxing and waning of the moon, believing that different phases influence root growth, fruit production, or hardiness.
- Scheduling Hay or Harvest: Long-range dry or wet forecasts can help you pick safer windows for cutting and baling hay.
- Livestock Planning: Some ranchers time breeding, calving, or vaccinations according to signs in the almanac (or at least avoid unlucky dates!).
- Gardening Tips: Almanacs are packed with advice on companion planting, pest control, and organic practices.
- Household Projects: Need to set fence posts or pour concrete? Some almanacs recommend the best days for setting things in the ground to “set stronger.”
Even if you don’t follow it to the letter, it can still offer a broader way of thinking seasonally—something that technology sometimes encourages us to forget.
Tradition Meets Technology
Many almanacs now have companion websites and apps, offering digital versions of their classic wisdom.
Still, there’s something satisfying about flipping through a paperback almanac, circling dates, and marking notes in the margins just like the generations before us.
It’s a reminder that even in a high-tech world, farming and ranching are still closely tied to the rhythms of nature—and a little old-school wisdom never hurts.
References:
- The Old Farmer’s Almanac – https://www.almanac.com
- Farmers’ Almanac – https://www.farmersalmanac.com
- University of Illinois Extension – Understanding the Farmer’s Almanac Weather Predictions
- National Weather Service – Historical Weather Patterns
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5 Fun Facts About the Almanac
1. It’s Older Than the U.S. Constitution.
The Old Farmer’s Almanac was first published in 1792—one year after George Washington was elected President.
2. There’s a “Secret Formula” for Weather Predictions.
The Old Farmer’s Almanac claims it uses a top-secret mathematical formula, created by its founder Robert B. Thomas, that factors in sunspots, tidal action, and planetary positions.
3. It’s Not Just One Almanac.
There are actually several famous almanacs, including the Old Farmer’s Almanac and the Farmers’ Almanac, and they’re produced by different companies with slightly different forecasting methods.
4. Moon Phases Matter.
Many planting and farming guides in the almanac are based on the waxing and waning of the moon. According to tradition, above-ground crops do better when planted during a waxing moon, and root crops thrive during a waning moon.
5. It Once Had a Hole in the Corner.
Early editions of the almanac were printed with a hole punched through the corner. Why? So farmers could hang them on a nail in the barn or outhouse for easy reading (and sometimes, as a backup to toilet paper)!
Country Lifestyle
The Sounds of the Country
Daylight in the country is busy. There are engines, gates, dogs, birds, wind, and people moving with purpose. Even when it feels quiet, there is usually something making noise. It is familiar noise, the kind you stop noticing because it belongs there.
Night is different.
When the sun drops and the work winds down, the sounds change. Some disappear entirely. Others step forward like they were waiting their turn. It is only then that you realize how much the land talks after dark.
The first thing most people notice is how far sound carries at night. Voices travel farther. A truck door slams a half mile away and still feels close. Coyotes sound like they are just beyond the fence, even when they are scattered across an entire section.
There are reasons for that. Cooler nighttime air is denser, allowing sound waves to move more efficiently. During the day, sunlight heats the ground unevenly, creating air layers that bend and scatter sound. At night, temperatures even out, and sound travels straighter and farther. The land does not get louder. You just hear more of it.
Coyotes are often the headliners. Their howls, yips, and barks are not random noise. They are communication. A single howl can be a location check. Group yipping can signal territory or reunite scattered pack members. What sounds like chaos is often a coordinated conversation that carries for miles.
Owls tend to follow. Great horned owls announce themselves with deep, rhythmic calls that sound older than fences and roads. Barred owls ask their unmistakable questions from creek bottoms and timber. These calls serve the same basic purpose as the coyotes’. Territory, presence, and pair bonding, all broadcast into the dark.
Insects fill the gaps. Crickets and katydids create a steady background hum that changes with temperature and season. In late summer, their calls are loud enough to drown out distant traffic. In early fall, the rhythm slows. By winter, silence settles in where that sound once lived.
Frogs take over after rain. Stock tanks, ditches, and low spots become stages. Each species has its own call, its own timing, its own volume. To someone unfamiliar with rural nights, it can sound overwhelming. To those who live with it, it becomes reassurance that water is present and life is moving.
Livestock contribute their own nighttime sounds. A cow bawling for a calf. Horses shifting and blowing softly in the dark. The occasional thump of hooves when something unseen moves through the pasture. These noises are usually brief, but they catch your attention because they break the expected rhythm.
Some sounds are seasonal. In the fall, migrating birds pass overhead, calling to one another in the dark as they navigate by stars and landmarks. In spring, night birds return, filling the air with calls that have been absent for months. The land sounds different when life is arriving versus when it is leaving.
What surprises many people is how much quieter the country can be without human interference. With fewer buildings, less traffic, and minimal artificial lighting, natural sounds are not masked the way they are in towns and cities. Even distant highways fade into the background, leaving space for subtler noises to emerge.
That quiet can feel uncomfortable at first. Silence magnifies small sounds. A branch snapping or leaves shifting can sound larger than it is. Over time, you learn what belongs and what does not. The land teaches you what is normal.
Nighttime sounds also slow you down. There is less pressure to move, to fix, to finish. Sitting on a porch or leaning against a fence, you start to listen instead of scanning. The dark removes visual distractions, leaving only sound to tell the story.
Those sounds carry information. Weather is changing. Animals are moving. Seasons are turning. Without realizing it, you begin to recognize patterns. You notice when the coyotes are quieter than usual, or when frogs call earlier than expected. The land speaks in small signals long before anything obvious happens.
Most of these sounds go unnoticed unless you stop and listen. They are not dramatic on their own. They do not demand attention. But together, they form the soundtrack of rural life after dark.
In a world that rarely slows down, nighttime in the country offers something increasingly rare. A chance to listen without interruption. To notice what has always been there. To understand that even when the lights are off and the work is done, the land never really rests.
Country Lifestyle
Growing Something Better
By Beth Watkins
There’s something about springtime that makes folks want to open windows, clean out closets, and maybe even peek out the front door to see if the neighbors are still alive and ready for a cookout. After a long winter of confusing, seesawing temperatures—where you needed shorts one day and a parka the next—March just rolls in with her own mysterious mood swings. Will she bring warm breezes and wild daffodils, or will she slap us with a late snowstorm and the flu for good measure?
March is the season of new growth. The earth starts greening up, baby calves find their legs, and every hardware store in the county sells out of tomato plants. Folks start making ambitious garden plans, fueled by equal parts hope, memory loss about last year’s weeds, and the siren song of heirloom seed catalogs. You find yourself petting baby chicks at Atwoods, thinking, “How hard can it be?” while conveniently forgetting you once killed a cactus.
But maybe this year, along with our gardens and yards, it’s time we put a little effort into growing something else: personal responsibility. And maybe even—brace yourself—neighborly love.
Now, I’m not talking about the kind of neighborly love where you let someone move in with their three untrained dogs, six boxes of drama, and a Wi-Fi password they never stop using. I mean the kind where we treat folks with basic kindness and decency, without expecting them to carry our groceries, fix our fences, or raise our children.
Somewhere along the way, it seems like society forgot that love and enabling are two different things. The Bible says to love your neighbor as yourself. It does not say to take your neighbor on as a dependent. Yet more and more, we’re seeing an attitude of entitlement blooming like crabgrass in what used to be tight-knit, self-reliant communities.
There was a time when being called “self-sufficient” was a compliment. It meant you could patch a roof with tar and a prayer, make a pot of beans stretch a week, and wrangle your own problems without immediately calling the government, your mama, or Channel 5 News. You didn’t expect handouts—you offered a hand up when someone else truly needed it. But lately, some folks have gotten real comfortable hollering “help me!” before they’ve even tried standing up on their own two feet.
Case in point: a woman on social media said she needed her oil changed and a chicken coop built. She had the supplies but no funds to pay for help. Fair enough—times are tough. But the very next day, she posted photos of her estate sale haul, bragging about how she “only” spent $400. Not even a month later, she’s showing off her custom steel gate entryway. Clearly it’s not a money shortage—it’s a priority misplacement.
That kind of thinking doesn’t just stunt personal growth—it chokes the roots of the community. I know people need help, and we are called to love our neighbors, but let’s get real, folks. Last year’s gold medal for gall goes to the woman hosting her child’s backyard birthday party who posted: “Can anyone bring enough food for about twenty people? The child loves spaghetti with all the trimmings, and a cake. Please deliver it hot, at party time.” You think I’m kidding? I’m not. I’m still in shock.
We weren’t meant to live like hermits, but we weren’t meant to sponge off the folks who are doing the work either. There’s a balance somewhere between “do-it-all-yourself survivalist” and “the world owes me a living.” And that sweet spot is where real growth happens.
Spring is a perfect reminder of that. You can’t just toss seeds in the dirt and expect a harvest. You have to work the soil, pull the weeds, and show up every day—even when it’s hot, dry, or swarming with grasshoppers. Same goes for character. You’ve got to tend it. Cultivate it. And not just when people are watching.
If you want a better world, you’ve got to start in your own backyard. Literally and figuratively. Pick up the trash that blew into your fence line, and since it came from your poly cart, go grab your soda can out of your neighbor’s yard too. Wave at your neighbor, even if he insists on mowing in Crocs and tube socks and blowing his grass trimmings into the street. A little physical kindness can go a long way.
I grew up being taught that if someone was struggling, lost a loved one, or just got over an illness, you found a way to help—even if it was just sending over a casserole. Honestly, our first instinct should be to offer help, not because we want a parade in our honor, but because it’s the right thing to do. If you’re swamped with work or kids or life, send a food gift card. If you’re short on funds, offer to mow a lawn, babysit for an hour, or just check in.
We should teach our kids and grandkids that it’s natural to struggle. That hard work isn’t punishment—it’s how things get built. It’s how we move forward. Asking for help in a crisis is fine, but leaning on others indefinitely is no way to grow tall and strong. A goal shouldn’t be “how do I get the best handouts” but rather, “how do I build a life I’m proud of?”
We all need each other, but we also need to pull our own weight. Otherwise, this whole wagon’s going to tip. There are programs out there to help folks get back on their feet, but they aren’t just hangouts—they’re meant to be springboards. To break the cycle. To build something better.
So maybe this spring, as the world begins to thaw and bloom again, take a quiet moment to reflect on the life you’re growing—both inside and out. Ask yourself what kind of neighbor you are. Are you showing love, or just expecting it? Are you helping things bloom, or draining the rain barrel?
There’s still a lot of good in this world. I see it every day—in farmers helping neighbors fix fence after a storm, in church ladies who deliver meals without a fuss, in kids learning to shake hands and look folks in the eye. But good doesn’t grow on its own. It takes effort. It takes intention. And sometimes it takes a little tough love with a smile.
So here’s to spring: the season of new beginnings, fresh starts, and maybe, just maybe, a collective shift back to kindness, accountability, and old-fashioned neighborly grace.
Let’s roll up our sleeves, open the windows, clean out the cobwebs. Let’s go through our closets and our abundance, and donate to local places that help people get back on their feet—places that believe in a hand up, not just a handout. That’s how we grow something better.
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