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Keeping You Advised – Gary England
Long before the Thunder rumbled into Oklahoma, there was Gary England.
Whether or not you were born and raised in the Sooner State, there is a great chance you’ve heard of the famed weatherman. His skill and accuracy at predicting severe weather seemed at times omnipotent; more like a shaman than someone simply reading and reporting data.
Gary was, and still is, a household name in the Sooner state. Even if a person was more apt to turn to a different channel than KWTV News 9, the station he worked at for 41 years as the chief meteorologist, for entertainment, when it came to bad weather everyone wanted to hear what Gary had to say. The tagline “Stay with Channel 9 – We’ll keep you advised,” was as familiar to Oklahomans as the BC Clark jingle.
He became known for an off-beat sense of humor and a personality that’s genuinely country, peppering his weather reports with exclamations of “gosh”, “good gracious”, and “great God almighty!”
While people may familiar with his on-air persona, they likely do not know how his upbringing paved the way for his passion for weather or what a jokester he was as a young man, or how long he struggled unsuccessfully to find employment.
They also might not realize the depth of responsibility he felt for his fellow Oklahomans when severe weather struck, or the grief he feels remembering the bad days. “Everyone saw me on the television for all these years. They think I’m just some scientific guy; that I don’t have a past. They don’t realize I’m a normal person,” he shared.
Growing Up
Born in October 1939, Gary grew up in the northwestern Oklahoma town of Seiling. He was raised in a time when a television set was a luxury, so once each week, he and his family went to his grandmother’s house. There, with rapt attention, he’d watch legendary weatherman Harry Volkman.
“He was someone I really liked, and before all the fancy stuff. He had a 15 to 20 minute program on Sundays and I remember I would get right up to the TV, on my knees, to watch. One time when Harry came on, I pointed at him and said, ‘Daddy, I want to be one of those!’ My dad asked, ‘So what is he?’ I said, ‘I don’t know, but I want to be one,’” England recalled.
Winter weather was particularly exciting for the young man. “When Harry would forecast snow, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night. I’d watch the yard light by the window. We didn’t have too much money, and my breath would freeze on the window on the inside, but I didn’t care. I was waiting for snow,” he said.
The town of Seiling only had one siren, and advance warning only came from deputies and other spotters. “During severe weather season, it seemed like if we went to the movies on a Saturday night, we’d hear the storm noise increase to our southwest, and they’d turn on the lights and talk about a tornado coming that way. Everyone would run out of that place, jump in the cars, go home, and jump in the cellars; all for a tornado that never came.” He added, “We always had those abrupt things. We had a lot of tornado warnings, but very few tornados.”
Once, while cleaning out a chicken house, Gary and his father were caught in a storm. “I got in the middle of the place, which wasn’t too smart, and Lord, it went on a long time. I looked outside and it was ripping the roof off. It looked like there were chicken bullets going by,” he recalled. He remembered that his father wondered if people were ever going to be able to get a warning for the storms.
Many times, Gary and his family took shelter in his grandmother’s cellar. Once it was only the kids and his grandmother at home. “I’ll never forget it. The sirens go off, and we ran down to the cellar. All we had was a little candle, and we piled in there, and there was a damn snake in there! Boy did we jump out. It was like a covey of quail flying out of there,” he said. “I had so many experiences when I was younger that would shape who I became.”
While most of his tales are amusing, including one of his grandfather and uncle refusing to go in the cellar and getting pelted by mud, a few were more sobering.
He recalled the day of the Woodward tornado in 1947. His family was living in Enid at the time, but he and his father walked outside and looked at the clouds. His father predicted, “It’s going to be a bad storm tonight somewhere.”
That storm, the deadliest in Oklahoma’s history, killed more than 100 people. All night long, the sounds of ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars flying towards Woodward kept residents awake. It wasn’t until the next day that the tragedy became public knowledge. “We moved back to Seiling right after that. There were a lot of men in Seiling that had helped Woodward people, and they had so many stories that, to a young boy, were so interesting. That influenced me a lot,” he said.
Also impacting Gary was a documentary television series called Victory at Sea, which detailed how the Navy helped win World War II. He loved the ships and the uniforms, and, one other factor of Navy life. “There would always be a couple sailors walking down the street with a girl in each arm,” he said with a chuckle. “I found out that it didn’t happen like that!” But somehow the combination of watching Harry Volkman and Victory at Sea created his future. “That’s all I could think about.”
That future began quickly. “I got out of school when I was 17. Not because I was overly smart, but because I started really early. Momma signed the papers, and I joined the Navy,” he said.
In the Navy, Gary went into the weather service. He said, “All the things I had been dreaming about all those years happened in the Navy.”
After his stint in the Navy, he spent a year at Southwestern Oklahoma State University in Weatherford, Okla., a choice that would shape the rest of his life. While there, he met “the cutest red-headed girl you’ve ever seen. Her name was Mary.”
At first Mary was less than impressed. Undeterred, he pursued her. He even resorted to throwing rocks at the second story window of her dormitory room to get her attention. Then he tried climbing up on a ladder and tapping on the window, still to no avail. Once, when he was using a friend’s shoulders as a ladder to reach the second floor, the campus police came by. “My friend ran out and left me hanging onto the ledge,” Gary shared. “I left pretty quickly after that.”
Eventually his tenacity paid off, and Mary and Gary were wed a year later. “I don’t know what I’d do if I hadn’t met her. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. She was trying to change me into the person she wanted me to be, and I didn’t even know it was happening,” he said. “She gradually changed my clothes, got my language under control, and I didn’t drink quite as much beer. She morphed me into the person she thought I should be, which was a lot better than I was.”
After Southwestern, Gary went to the University of Oklahoma, where he earned a mathematics/meteorology degree. He graduated in 1965, and because he’d already been in the Navy, he didn’t have to worry about being drafted to go to Vietnam.
Eager to pursue his dream of being a television weatherman, he sent letters to weather stations in Oklahoma and surrounding states. He received responses, but not the ones he wanted. “They’d send me a letter back to say they’d keep my letter ‘on file,’ which is code for, ‘Don’t contact us anymore.’” he shared.
In the meantime, Gary and a friend started a forecasting business for agriculture and aviation, setting up shop at the Wiley Post Airport. Unfortunately, the business did not flourish. “It wasn’t the smartest thing I’d done, but a great part of my life,” he said.
Once again, Gary sent out a round of letters across the country, this time asking for a job forecasting. “Only one person responded. His name was A.H. Glenn, and he was from New Orleans. Thank God he called. By that time Mary was pregnant with Molly, and I needed a job!”
In New Orleans, Gary spent his time forecasting oceanographic and meteorological conditions for Glenn’s private weather service. “It was a learning experience. He was the greatest teacher I’ve ever had in my life. Even though I didn’t’ like him, I learned so darn much from that guy. It was the first time I learned discipline, because he didn’t put up with any crap. If it hadn’t been for him, I would not have succeeded in life,” he shared. “He taught me about science I’d never dreamed of. We did hurricanes, tornados, floods, (ocean rig tows) – a little bit of everything.”
But England still longed for a television career, and for his home state, where tornadoes ravaged the state and people had little warning. So, he, Mary, and their daughter Molly went back to Oklahoma even though he had no employment prospects.
He continued to look for a weather job, but knowing he had to make a living, did a stint selling typewriters; something he was woefully unsuccessful at. That was followed by a job selling advertisements. “I couldn’t sell anything. The only thing I sold was bad debts. Someone would buy a big, beautiful two page full color spread, and then wouldn’t pay for it.”
Luckily Mary got a job with the radio station KTOK. One day he noticed the station was putting in a weather radar, so he tracked down the general manager. “I told him he’d need me when they finished it, but he didn’t believe me,” Gary said.
The young couple was very poor at the time, and Gary, with nothing else to do, would stop by the station regularly to help himself to free coffee. “So, I’m there one morning drinking my coffee after they’d finished the radar, and a storm came up. They had an engineer there to run it, but he didn’t know how to read it, so they hired me on the spot. When you’ve been hanging around a job so much, they don’t have to pay you much, but they gave me a little office upstairs. It was tiny, but I had a microphone and a lightbulb – I thought it was great!” he shared.
While on air, Gary would do segments on the “thunder lizard,” which he described as an 805-pound creature that changed color with the weather. It was completely fictitious, and viewers, in on the joke, called in with tongue-in-cheek reports about run-ins with the beast. “You’d be surprised how many people would call me and tell me they saw it. It was great stuff,” he said. “I was there a year, and they fired me four times. After the storm season they thought they wouldn’t need me, but I reminded them about the people fishing, so they kept me. The same thing happened when they tried to fire me in the fall, when people would be going to football games. I made sure they kept me around.”
Gary grew in popularity, so much that he got a call from the KWTV Channel 9 general manager asking him to come in for an interview. “He said, ‘You sound a little crazy, but I’d like to talk to you.’ I had to do an audition two days later, and I didn’t have a suit. I went out and got myself a pair of powder blue bell bottoms. Oh, they looked good! And a maroon jacket, with a white shirt, and a multi-color tie and boots. I was stylin’, baby. I went to that darn audition and they hired me, and the rest is history.”
On Oct. 16, 1972, Gary England finally became a television weatherman.
Four Decades in The Big Town
A few months after hiring Gary, KWTV introduced a radar system specifically designed for television. On May 24, 1973, he did a live cut-in to warn Channel 9 viewers of a devastating F4 tornado near Union City. It was the first time viewers got to see the radar image of a tornado.
Technology has come a long way since the early days of his career. He shared how his original weather maps were painted on a metal-backed plate. There were four sides and painted on it were maps of the United States and Oklahoma. “We had magnetic numbers and letters and we put current conditions and forecasts on the maps. If you had to change it, you’d rotate it around,” he shared.
According to England, it was a gradual progression of creating better equipment and systems. “We started with basically nothing, and gradually people came up with concepts and it grew. We were always asking how we could do better,” he said.
Gary is credited as initiating the development of the first commercial Doppler radar, along with the firm Enterprise Electronics. Although the National Weather Service is the only entity legally responsible for issuing warnings in the United States, he is credited with issuing the first televised Doppler weather radar bulletin for a tornado, which happened in March, 1982. “That was one of the biggest things that happened in television in many years, having the Doppler radar. We saved some lives, and some very smart people continued to develop great radars and tracking equipment,” he said.
One of the big innovations of Gary’s time was First Warning, the state map that appears in the corner of the TV screen, with counties colored to indicate storm watches and warnings. “The first time we put a map on to show where the tornado was, do you know what we used? It was a piece of red cardboard – a big piece. We’d slap a map of Oklahoma on it, and if there were a tornado warning, we’d take an X-acto knife and cut out that county, and then put a camera on it. It was wild,” he said. “We were lucky we never cut ourselves.”
Similarly, he also helped create Storm Tracker, a computer program that gave the audience the arrival time of severe weather. “When we got our first radar, you’d take a Number 2 pencil, look at that eraser, and that would be 30 miles on the radar, so you’d have to count it out. Desk computers were coming out, so I found a boy from OU. I told him I could tell him where the tornado was, where it was going, and how fast it was moving, and that it would have an umbrella coming out, and I’d like to be able to tell what times it would reach various towns,” h said. “It was really good. We created that, just by asking how we could do better.”
“Better radars and computer programs are the biggest reasons that more lives have been saved. Some very smart people put them together,” he added.
The Final Year
Gary held his post as Chief Meteorologist at Channel 9 in Oklahoma City for nearly 42 years, and while his contract gave him the option to work longer, he decided on retirement in 2013. “Things change. We had the storms in 2013, and all the death, suffering, and destruction had built up over the years,” he said.
The first of the two major tornados came on May 20, when an EF-5 ravaged Moore and killed 42 people. The second major storm was an EF3 just 11 days later. On May 31, the tornado set the record as the widest in history at 2.6 miles wide with the second-highest recorded wind gusts at 301 miles per hour (barely second to the May 3, 1999 tornado). “Four people lost their lives in that storm, but if it had crossed a residential area, it would have been much worse,” he shared. “All three of those storms, the May 3 tornado in 1999, and the two in 2013, were monsters.”
When the storms died down, Gary knew it was time to leave. “I called my wife that night and asked her to come get me. When she got there, I got in the car, and I told her, “Mary, that’s it. No more. It’s over.’”
He announced his intention to retire just days later, and officially retired in August.
“It accumulated over the years. We started getting the live video of what was going on and seeing it up close. I know one or two of the guys I worked with had trouble later. I was tired. I hated to leave the people, but I didn’t want any part of it anymore,” he shared. “Also, no matter how good you might do during a storm, there are always some people after it who have a problem, and they get mean and nasty, and you hear it so much these days. They don’t have an address on that computer and can send anything they want to you.”
Still, he admits he misses the day-to-day job routine. “The thing I miss most is just the regular shows where I could make people laugh. I love practical jokes. I loved those slow days because we’d have time to have fun doing neat stuff or showing crazy pictures. So I’ll check the radar sometimes, but when I hear of storms intensifying in the southwest, I think better them than me,” he said. “I’m thankful to the Griffin family for what I was able to do. If they hadn’t hired me, who knows, I had a great 42 years.”
After his official retirement, he came back as the Vice President of Corporate Relations and Weather Development for Griffin Communications for a couple years. He followed that with a few years serving as the Consulting Meteorologist for the University of Oklahoma. He still does some consulting work for attorneys.
Gary and Mary live in Edmond, while daughter, Molly, married and moved to California. “I love Molly. I wish I could have had more just like her. She and her husband have two children, Cassidy and Chloe. They live too far away, but we spend a lot of time on the phone with them. That’s my family. It’s small, but it’s a good one,” he said.
SIDEBAR: May 3, 1999
A story about Gary England would be incomplete without recounting the storm he will never forget. May 3, 1999 is a date forever etched in his mind and that of most Oklahomans.
On May 2, the weather team was forecasting thunderstorms and a few tornados; typical of a severe weather day in Oklahoma. The morning of May 3, the forecast remained largely unchanged.
Around 1 p.m., Gary got a feeling. “I told Alan Mitchell we better go out and check it out. We went out the back door, and that’s when it hit me. I tell you, I can still smell it. It smelled like the Gulf of Mexico had moved up here. It was very wet, very damp and very warm. The low level winds were just screaming by, and the low level clouds were whipping by,” he recalled. He had only felt that once before, back in 1974 during a tornado outbreak.
He rushed back into the station, which at the time had a priority system of one through three, with priority one being the highest. “I went back, pointed at the director, and told them it was a priority one. When that happens, the weather team takes over the entire station. They gave us all the reporters and the people we needed,” he said. “We sent them out. I can’t tell you how many we sent out. I just knew it would be bad.”
Around 4 p.m., the first storm popped up on the radar. Storm chaser Val Castor was near Lawton, and captured images of the storm, which produced a few tornados before dissipating.
“Then it looked like a nuclear explosion on the radar. They were going up everywhere. There was one that came up in Chickasha. It produced some tornados, and they kept coming. I was watching it live as it went north, and we were part of it. You couldn’t separate yourself from it. It got just north of Chickasha and then it disappeared,” Gary shared.
That reprieve was short lived, and the monster came back with vengeance. “It seemed like in 60 seconds it came back and was a mile wide. It was obvious at that point it was going to keep coming,” he said.
Knowing Okies, Gary got stern with his warnings. “I know us. I said, ‘Look, folks. Don’t go outside and look at this because it will kill you.’ A few minutes later I said something along the lines of, ‘Most structures won’t survive this tornado,’” he recalled.
As the tornado got closer to Moore, he continued his warnings. “I knew it would level whatever it hit. I told people that they needed to be below ground if they possibly could, and that they still had time to get out. I knew this storm would level whatever it hit. We were watching it and knew people were dying. I knew it was happening. I couldn’t talk about it for a long time.”
“One of the things that stuck with me was a dog that apparently had its back broken. I saw it on the video, but there’s nothing anyone could do because they’re trying to get to the storm. There were horses dead and dying all over the place. I had never seen anything like it in my whole life. We had 40 dead and 700 injured. We were lucky it wasn’t worse,” he said. “May 3 was a horrific experience.”
In the days following the storm, messages written on houses and in letters praised Gary for saving lives, but he didn’t mention the praise in this interview. He recalled a girl who lived near Bridge Creek, where several people were killed. “She was doing an interview on another program, and she had a broken back. She said, ‘Gary kept saying, ‘Get below ground or you won’t survive this,’ but we didn’t have any place to go.’” With his voice breaking, he added, “There were so many stories like that. You’re part of it when you’re in the weather.”
The sense of responsibility ingrained while in the military stuck with him throughout his career. “I took it really seriously. I know what can happen to people. It feels like you’re responsible, whether one person dies or 40 die. It’s a high responsibility. I was always in trouble with management for breaking into a program to warn a tornado,” he said.
This article was originally published in the May 2020 issue of Oklahoma Farm & Ranch.
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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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From Garden Novice to Pickle Pro
Dealing with a Very Abundant Harvest
When I first decided to start a small garden, it was more of a whimsical experiment than a serious endeavor. I had seen countless posts on social media of people proudly showing off their homegrown vegetables, and I thought, “Why not give it a try?” Armed with enthusiasm and a bit of research, I planted a variety of vegetables, including a few pickling cucumber plants. Little did I know that these cucumbers would thrive beyond my wildest expectations.
As the weeks passed, my garden became a green haven. Every morning, I would step outside with a cup of coffee, marveling at the progress of my plants. The cucumbers, in particular, seemed to have taken on a life of their own. Before I knew it, I was harvesting cucumbers by the basketful. While it was thrilling to see the fruits of my labor, I quickly realized that I needed a plan for this overabundance.
My first thought, naturally, was to make pickles. I had always loved the tangy crunch of a good dill pickle, and now I had the perfect opportunity to create my own. I started with classic dill pickles, using a simple brine of vinegar, water, salt, and fresh dill. The process was surprisingly straightforward, and the result was jars of delicious pickles that I could enjoy for months to come.
But why stop at dill pickles? I soon found myself experimenting with different flavors. Bread and butter pickles, with their sweet and tangy profile, became a household favorite. For a bit of a kick, I added chili flakes to some batches, creating spicy pickles that were perfect for snacking.
Expanding My Culinary Horizons
With so many cucumbers at my disposal, I began exploring other culinary possibilities. I discovered that chopped cucumbers make an excellent base for a pickled relish, which is fantastic on hot dogs and burgers. Another hit was pickled cucumbers and onions—a delightful combination that added a burst of flavor to sandwiches and salads.
Not all my cucumber creations were pickled. I fell in love with cucumber salad, a refreshing dish that quickly became a staple in our summer meals. A simple mix of cucumbers, vinegar, sugar, and dill made for a light and tasty side dish. I also experimented with an Asian-inspired version, using rice vinegar, sesame oil, and soy sauce for a tangy twist.
In my quest to use up every last cucumber, I ventured into making cucumber agua fresca. This refreshing drink, blended with water, lime juice, and a touch of sugar, was a hit with my family and friends. It was the perfect way to stay hydrated on hot summer days.
Sharing the Bounty
With so many cucumber creations, I found joy in sharing my bounty with friends and family. I prepared decorative jars of pickles as gifts. It was heartwarming to see how my small garden project had blossomed into something that could bring happiness to others.
Interestingly, my cucumbers found uses beyond the kitchen as well. I discovered that cucumbers make excellent ingredients for homemade face masks. Their cooling properties were soothing and refreshing, adding a touch of spa luxury to my skincare routine.
Starting my garden was one of the best decisions I ever made. What began as a social media-inspired experiment turned into a journey of growth, both in my garden and in my culinary skills. The abundance of cucumbers challenged me to be creative and resourceful, resulting in a variety of delicious and useful products.
For anyone considering starting a garden, I say go for it. The rewards are plentiful, and you never know—you might just find yourself with an overabundance of something wonderful, just like I did. And when that happens, embrace it. Experiment, share, and most importantly, enjoy every moment of your gardening adventure.
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Tracks in the Sand
By Savannah Magoteaux
This morning, I walked out into my arena and noticed something that gave me pause. The roping steers had been in there the day before, and even though the ground was wide and level, the dirt carried their story. Hoofprints crossed every direction, but in several spots, the same trail was pressed deeper than the rest. Twelve steers had been turned out, yet more than a few chose the exact same path, wearing it down until it stood out from all the other tracks.
Cattle are creatures of habit. Anyone who has spent time around them knows this. They like routine: the same feed, the same water trough, the same shade tree in the pasture. When they are turned loose, they rarely wander without purpose. More often than not, they move together, following the same course as the steer in front of them. There are reasons for this: efficiency, safety, instinct. Walking a beaten path conserves energy, and following the herd is their natural defense. Even in an arena with no real destination, those instincts come through. By the end of a short turnout, you will see the evidence, lines where they have chosen the easiest way to travel and stuck with it.
Out on the range, those lines last longer. Before fences and highways, cattle drives cut deep paths across the land. The Chisholm Trail, which carried herds north from Texas through Oklahoma into Kansas, was walked by millions of cattle in the late 1800s. More than a century later, faint traces of those trails remain, worn so deep by hooves and wagon wheels that the land still carries the mark. On ranches today, you can see the same effect in pastures where cattle walk the same lines between water and grazing. From the ground, those trails might look like nothing more than dusty ruts, but from the air, they sometimes stand out as sharp lines winding through otherwise open fields. Cattle do not simply pass over the land; they shape it. Every step adds up.
That simple truth extends beyond livestock. We all make tracks. Our habits and routines are our trails, worn in by repetition, sometimes efficient, sometimes limiting. Like the cow paths, they can serve a purpose, keeping us steady and helping us move forward. But when repeated without thought, they risk becoming ruts, keeping us from stepping into new ground. History offers perspective here, too. The old cattle trails built towns and economies, but once railroads and fences changed the landscape, those paths were no longer helpful. Sticking to them would have meant going in circles. Progress required something new.
The Tracks We Leave
Standing in the arena, I thought about the kind of tracks I leave behind. Most of mine are not visible in the dirt. They are pressed into my daily life, how I work, the way I handle challenges, and the example I set. Some are helpful and worth keeping. Others may have outlived their purpose. The difference lies in knowing when to stay on the track and when to step off it.
Tomorrow I will drag the arena and smooth it all clean again. The next time the steers are turned in, they will make the same trails. That is their nature. But unlike them, I have a choice. I can decide which paths are worth walking, which ones to change, and what kind of tracks I want to leave for others who might follow.
Tracks tell a story. Sometimes they are only temporary, fading with the next rain. Other times, they last for generations, reminders of where herds and people once walked. This morning, the cattle showed me again that even the smallest things on the ranch carry meaning. Their tracks in the arena were not just marks in the dirt. They are a lesson showing that every step matters, and the paths we choose shape more than just the ground beneath our feet.
References
Jordan, T. G. Trails to Texas: Southern Roots of Western Cattle Ranching. University of Nebraska Press, 1981.
Frantz, J. B. “The Chisholm Trail.” Handbook of Texas Online, Texas State Historical Association.
Bailey, C. “Animal Behavior and Herd Dynamics in Cattle.” Oklahoma State University Extension, 2019.
National Park Service. “Chisholm Trail: Herding Cattle and History.” https://www.nps.gov
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