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Roxanne Rustand Posted on August 25, 2009 by RoxanneAugust 25, 2009


MEMORIES OF ROY ROGERS and TRIGGER

Do you remember the 1930s and 40s, the glory decades of silver screen westerns, when our heroes were cowboys and simple justice always prevailed? Or, if you’re a bit younger, do you remember hours spent in front of an old black and white TV, following the adventures of Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, the Lone Ranger, Hopalong Cassidy, and all the others who thundered across the prairies in weekly pursuit of the latest desperados? Maybe you’re younger yet, and remember the old re-runs.

Many a holster-clad young fan of that era would have traded his (or her) favorite six-shooter for the privilege of meeting one of those stars. Most would have been green with envy had they known of the friendship between Verne Upmier and Roy Rogers.

During the early 1940s, Rogers, accompanied by Trigger’s trainer Glenn Randall, traveled throughout the country performing at rodeos, state fairs, and major expositions. Often, the distances between performances were too great to manage in a single day, so Roy established various locations for overnight stabling. Iowa was an ideal midpoint for both his east-west and north-south routes.

Rogers and Randall contacted a friend of Verne’s, Roy Gaddis, for stabling in Cedar Rapids, and the men usually went out for a “night on the town” whenever Rogers came through the area. Verne remembers several times when Trigger was brought out to entertain the foursome with a sampling of his amazing number of tricks, after they returned from late-night dinners.

In 1944, there was a 65-mile competitive trail ride through Iowa. Roy was in town at the time, so Verne took him to the trail ride dinner. Roy politely declined when asked to sing, saying that his contract prevented him from singing in public unless he was backed by The Sons of the Pioneers. Instead, he entertained the audience with a long and colorful talk about his experiences in the movie industry.

“Rogers said he wasn’t an experienced horsemen before becoming a movie star,” Vern recalls. “He had grown up on a farm, and went to Hollywood to try to break into the movies. His agent recommended that he become a singing cowboy, since this was very popular at the time, but for that he needed a horse. So, he found a well-broke palomino and then hired Glenn Randall to continue the horse’s training.”

During the early years, Randall would cue the horse from beyond camera range. Verne is quick to note, however, that Roy eventually became an excellent rider, and also learned to give the trick cues himself. There were a lot of cues to learn, for the horse had been trained to do to dozens of tricks.

Some of the tricks were quite dramatic. Those who watched the 1950s television series may remember how Trigger often “rescued” Roy from the bad guys by racing a considerable distance with his ears pinned and teeth bared. He would appear to bite and stomp the hoodlums he caught, but of course he never actually touched them.

One of Trigger’s more unusual abilities was that, prior to performances on stage, he could be cued to eliminate, thereby avoiding any awkward moments during the show.

Trigger occasionally appeared on stage with a flaxen-maned pony owned by a distant relative of Verne’s. The pony appeared as a diminutive sidekick of Trigger’s, and would mimic Trigger’s act. “He knew at least 30 or 40 tricks,” Verne says. “Cued by a subtle hand movements, he could pull the correctly numbered card from a rack to ‘answer’ math problems, he would lay motionless on his back, with all four feet in the air until cued to get up, and could do just about any trick you could think of.”

Though children of that era repeated and pondered the incredible rumor that Trigger was–gasp!–a mare, the horse was indeed a stallion. There were, however, five “Triggers” who were used for filming. The original, who traveled with Roy to all the rodeos and fairs, was the horse who had the vast repertoire of tricks.

This Trigger was used for all of the close-up shots in the movies and TV shows, and was the one mounted for display in the Roy Rogers Museum after the end of his long life of stardom. He was a Tennessee Walker, but his gaits were never seen on the screen because his stand-ins were used for the action shots such as running, falling, and racing down steep slopes. It wasn’t easy for Rogers to find the other four palominos, Verne says, because horses with the necessary wide blaze often have glass eyes, and the blue color wouldn’t photograph well.

Even at the height of his stardom, Roy was a very likable guy, according to Verne, and never seem to let his fame affect his easy-going nature. One year, Verne and a number of friends took a trip to Mexico. En route, they noticed a show bill announcing a performance by a world champion cutting horse at a State Fair, and decided to stop. They didn’t have advance tickets, and the show was sold out, so they decided to wander through the fairgrounds before continuing their trip.

They hadn’t walked far before noticing Roy Roger’s large trailer. “Let’s see if he remembers us,” joked Verne.

Roy did remember, and when he heard that the Iowa group couldn’t get tickets, he promptly arranged for a set of the best seats in the house, then offered seats for the next show as well.

To childhood fans of that smiling, singing cowboy on the flashy Palomino, it must be gratifying to hear that Roy was just as congenial in real-life as he appeared on television so many years ago, and that even in real-life, he deserved to wear a white hat.

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THE OLD HORSE TRADER #3….AND THE SHOTGUN GRAY

Roxanne Rustand Posted on August 16, 2009 by RoxanneAugust 16, 2009

We’ve all seen pickup trucks going down the road with a faithful dog sitting nonchalantly next to the driver. Perhaps you have one of those heart-and-soul companions who happily rides with you to your every destination.

Verne fondly recalls the years when he had a horse that rode shotgun in his pickup–though he admits with a grin that the horse didn’t quite fit in the cab.

“He was a gray, part-quarter horse,” Verne says. “I needed weight in the back of the truck if the roads were bad or if I had to be in and out of the fields, and every now and then it was handy to have a horse available. So on those days, I just loaded that gelding in the morning and he rode around with me all day.”

Verne had more horses than stalls at the time, so each night he parked his truck in the barn. After the little gelding was fed and watered, Vern would untie him and the horse would trot back to the pickup, jump in, and settle down for the night, content to use the straw-filled bed of the pickup in the most literal sense. In the morning, the gelding would jump out at feeding time and then be ready to go down the road once again.

A horse buyer from Chicago stopped at the stable early one Sunday morning. He bought a few horses, and then lingered to shoot the breeze for awhile. The man told Verne that he enjoyed showing his horse, a pretty palomino, but he sometimes missed a horse show because the horse was so difficult to load.

Verne couldn’t resist.

“I reached over, unsnapped the gray’s lead rope, and gave him a swat on the rear,” Vernon recalls with a grin. “Then I told him to go get in the trailer. He trotted clear across the barn and hopped in the truck, and waited for me to shut the gate.”

The visitor was stunned. “How did you do that?” he asked in disbelief.

“I told him to,” Vern replied, and then added thoughtfully, “Maybe your horse doesn’t load because you forget to tell him to get in.”

Vern offered to demonstrate on the man’s horse if he would bring it to Iowa, but the guy never did show up. And for all we know, Verne says, the guy is still in Chicago, and still can’t get that horse to load.

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If you like animals….

Roxanne Rustand Posted on August 15, 2009 by RoxanneAugust 15, 2009


Save the Last Dance, my August book release (for the Everlasting line, shelved with the Superromances) is in the stores now–Barnes and Noble, Walmart, Target, KMart, you name it! Or, you can find it online at www.eharlequin.com by simply typing “Rustand” in the search box. Actually, all three of my 2009 books are available there…and you can read the back cover blurbs to see what you think.

This story involves a veterinarian, a romance, suspense, and the most…unusual…hero I’ve ever done. 🙂 If someone here reads it, I would love to hear what you think!

I just helped unload a hundred-twenty bales of hay into our barn tonight–and tomorrow, get to clean stalls. Ahhh, the glamorous life of a writer!! 🙂 Animals are a big part of my life, along with the writing, and a love for our four-footed family members made writing this book, involving a veterinarian’s life, a lot of fun!

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The Old Horse Trader #2: A Trail Ride to Remember

Roxanne Rustand Posted on August 14, 2009 by RoxanneAugust 14, 2009

Verne Upmier was in the business of training and trading horses long before many of us were born. He was one of the early distance trail riders, too–he rode on many of the first 65 -100 mile rides held in Iowa back in the 1940s. You’d think those rides would be memorable mainly for the sore muscles afterwards, but Verne says that some of them proved unforgettable in unexpected ways.

In 1944, fifty-two riders came out to his stables and saddled up for a sixty-five mile round trip ride between Cedar Rapids and Marengo. The day was pleasant and all went according to plan–until the final leg of the trip. The fateful moment came when the tired riders were served a nice trailside lunch near the Amanas before continuing their jaunt back to Cedar Rapids.

Vern was in the back third of the group. “It got to be kind of strange,” he recalls. “We kept coming across horses tied to trees and fence lines, with no riders in sight. The closer we got to home, the more of these horses we saw. We figured the riders were just worn out and had quit.”

When Vern finally got home, he discovered that the missing riders were suffering from problems far more acute than saddle sores. “There were people laying all over the yard, and cars were taking load after load of them off to the hospital,” he says. “The riders had tried to get as close to home as they could on horseback, but once the illness hit they were soon too miserable to continue.”

Nearly all of the fifty-two riders were sick to some degree with food poisoning, and twenty-four were hospitalized. The ham served for lunch was later identified as the cause. “There weren’t too many of us who weren’t sick, so it took quite a while to fetch all those horses tied along the trail route,” Vern remembers. “I didn’t mind a bit, though, because the alternative was so much worse. I was just happy that I hadn’t felt like eating lunch!”

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The Old Horse Trader…..

Roxanne Rustand Posted on August 12, 2009 by RoxanneAugust 12, 2009

I got my first horse at the age of six, and have never been without one since. I first had an ancient bay mare, and then as time went on, I would ride down three miles of Minnesota gravel roads to visit the local horse trader. He and I would dicker, and I gradually “traded up” to younger and better horses. He was an honest horse trader, but when I got into my teens and could earn money from part-time jobs, I got into registered quarter horses… and then I started to encounter people who were not quite as honest as old George. “Buyer beware” was certainly a phrase to take to heart!

So when I eventually got married and moved to another state, I wasn’t nearly as trusting as I’d been in grade school…but then I met a busy horse trader in the area. Verne Upmier was one of those rare, good souls who was truly honest, and who stood behind every deal he made.

If a match between horse and new owner didn’t work out, he would go out with his trailer to pick up that horse, give a refund, and take the horse. Not many old time horse traders were like Vern! And going to his farm was exciting business, to be sure. In his heyday, he had horses coming and going in a constant stream, because everyone knew about him. And if you went out there, saw a good horse and thought you wanted it, you had to be quick! If you didn’t take it, you could bet that it would be gone in a day or two to someone else.

Verne was not only an experienced horseman, but he was a wonderful storyteller with a wry wit and a delightful twinkle in his eye. Back in the mid 1990’s I wrote a series of articles about him for The Horse Show Times, a Midwest regional horse magazine, and never ceased to be charmed by the stories he told. He died a few years ago, and his passing was a true loss to the horse community in our part of the state.

I was cleaning out my office closet this afternoon and came across a stack of those old magazines, and found myself caught up in his stories once again. They were written on a Packard Bell computer–a wonderful gift from my friend Judy, who owned the magazine–and on with Wordstar (anyone here remember that one?) Those computer files on the giant floppies are long gone. I’m going to start posting some of his stories here, as I get them re-typed, so those of you who are horse lovers can enjoy a taste of an old-timer’s recollections of days gone by as a horse trader. So stay tuned!

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Horses, kids, and hot summer days….

Roxanne Rustand Posted on June 28, 2009 by RoxanneJune 28, 2009


Down memory lane….

It’s been hot here. Hot and humid and stormy. I am really, really looking forward to a cool spell! The weather got me thinking about those long, endless days of summer during childhood…when the span of time between the last day of school and September seemed too long to even imagine. Now, I seem to be in an alternate universe, where Memorial Day and Labor Day are just a breath apart.

What are your favorite summer memories?

I got my first horse when I was six years old. What an exciting summer that was! Jeannie seemed tall as an elephant to me. She was supposedly part Welsh, part quarter horse and around fifteen years old. I’m guessing she was closer to thirty, but she’d basically “been around the world” and was the perfect first horse.

My dad talked to George Boyd, the local horse trader, who said I shouldn’t have a saddle until I’d ridden for a couple years so that I’d really learn to stay on, so I rode her bareback everywhere. It was like giving the keys of a car to a six (almost seven)-year-old. Ah, the freedom! Especially after I started meeting up with other kids who had horses in a several mile radius, and started tagging along with them.

Have you seen those westerns where the cowboys leap up on a horse from the rear? That never worked for anyone I knew! In fact, most of my riding buddies had to mount by grabbing a chunk of mane and swinging up. Didn’t work for me, though, because I was too little. I basically had to grab some mane and shinny up her leg…until I learned to just let her graze. Then I’d sit on her neck, just behind her ears, tug a rein, her head would come up, and I’d slide into place…backwards. (smile) That helped until I was a year or so older, and could swing up like everyone else.

My mom would be quite perturbed when I was supposed to be practicing the piano and had eight faces peering through the window at me–four friends sitting on their horses–waiting for me to join them. It wasn’t conducive for concentration!

I look back and think it’s a wonder I survived some of the adventures that came along, often far from home. If my parents had only known!

Being a little pipsqueak had disadvantages other than mounting–it was mighty hard to reach things up high.

My old horse had trouble with dry, cracked hooves, and the farrier recommended an economical alternative to hoof dressing through the winter: plain ole lard, slathered on the hooves right up along the coronary band (where the pastern stops and the hoof begins.) My dad brought home several gallon pails of it.

Keeping the stable clean (really, our “stable” was an addition added to our garage, with a box stall and a tack area) was like playing house. I loved to pound nails for hanging things and keeping things “just so.” The following summer, while I was cleaning out there, I reached up for a forgotten container well above my head.

I still remember that hot summer day.

The way that heavy, nearly full gallon pail slowly, slowly, slowly rotated within my grasp.

How I teetered precariously on a step stool.

My surprise when I realized the lid was gone…

And a millisecond later, the horror of feeling warm, melted, rancid lard dump over my head. Complete, mind you, with an ample supply of flies that had drowned in it through the summer months. The slime in Ghost Busters has nothing on melted lard!

My clothes had to be thrown away.
Shampoo couldn’t cut through that thick grease.
We tried vinegar, and lemon juice, and more shampoo.
My hair hung in dark, limp, stinky strings for a good week.

Maybe it didn’t look quite as bad as the Jell-O incident….but that’s another story!

So…have any good summer memories to tell from your childhood?! We’d love to hear them!

Incidentally, thanks to everyone who has been stopping by. The visitor numbers have been increasing a lot, and it’s great to have you here!

Blessings to all,
Roxanne

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Lazy, hazy summer days…death for kids and pets

Roxanne Rustand Posted on June 23, 2009 by RoxanneJune 23, 2009

How much do you love your pets…and your children? Beware!! Your car is no place for them, on a summer day.

We all know that, of course, but it can seem like “only a few minutes” when you have to run into the drugstore or a fast food place, or to pick up dry cleaning. But add in the patrons ahead of you, a slow cashier or other small delays, and those “few minutes” can be deadly. The heat of the sun can turn your car into an oven–and the windows act as an insulator to help it build.

“On a warm, sunny day, the temperature in a parked car can reach dangerous levels, 120Âş in minutes, even with the car window partially open. A pet can quickly suffer brain damage or die from heatstroke when trapped in these high temperatures, ” according to the Humane Society of the United States. Learn more at: http://www.hsus.org

The temperature in a car can rise to 200 degrees, depending on the outside temp, angle of the sun, and how long it sits there, and even parking in shady spot with the windows cracked isn’t safe. NEVER leave pets and small kids in the car. Passers-by probably won’t hear signs of distress, either…as the child or pet is likely to be quiet while being overcome and slipping toward death. Call 911 if you see a child or pet in this deadly situation!

And this is no time of the year to leave pets outside without shade and plenty of water, either. Today, the heat index is 100-105 where we live…which can also be deadly for a pet left tied out in the sun without the relief of shade and fresh water.

On nice days, our dogs often have the run of the deck that runs the length of our house, and though it offers shady spots, soft rugs–their “sleeping bags”, my husband says 🙂 –and I keep water out there for them, that deck is no place for them on a day like today, due to the “urban heat island effect.” Just step out there in late morning through late afternoon, and the intense, radiating heat rising off the deck is evident.

The heat island effect refers to hard, modern surfaces like asphalt, shingles–and the dark wood of our deck–which absorb heat and can create an island of temperature 50-90 degrees hotter the current temperature that day. In contrast, damp earth and grass under shady places will be far cooler.

Hope you and your pets are all keeping cool!

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Author LENORA WORTH…..and Cujo!

Roxanne Rustand Posted on June 17, 2009 by RoxanneJune 17, 2009

WIN A FREE BOOK!! Lenora will draw the winner from those who leave comments here. Stop back next Tuesday, to see if you won!

If you ever watch a cat in action, you can learn how to write suspense. Cats are notorious for lurking about, missing in action, or just hiding for hours on end.

I have a black cat named Cujo. Yes, Cujo. She is thirteen years old this year. Cujo got her name because she has never liked humans very much so she buddies up to them then hisses and scratches at them–a bit rabid at times! But we love her anyway (and we named her that because my daughter is a Stephen King fan.) But being around Cujo
has taught me a lot about plotting.

She loves to chase me up the stairs, attacking my feet and legs much in the same way a panther might be chasing me through the jungle. So I know what it feels like to know a bad guy or vicious animal is after me. She likes to hide behind the chair and jump out and scare me, so I know what it might be like to think a prowler was in my house. She also likes to wake me up in the middle of the night with a mournful wail, because she wants water out of the bathroom sink. So I know the feeling of hearing something sinister howling in the dark. She also knows how to alert when she hears a noise, so I can understand being alert in a tense situation.

I’ve learned a lot from my cat. She will chase anything, whether she can catch it or not. And she will run really fast when she is being chased.

Now that summer is here and we have May flowers, Cujo likes to lounge out on the patio and sneak drinks of water from the pool. She stalks birds, squirrels and even the rabbit that comes to visit each spring. She has taught me patience, how to be stealth and silent and how to attack without notice–all things I can use in my writing. But she’s also taught me to laugh, to cry, to run in the wind and to snuggle up in a cozy chair when it’s stormy outside. She’s shown me the coolness of a hero and the sassiness of a heroine.

I never know what to expect with Cujo. And that’s the way I want my readers to feel–as if they can’t wait to find out what’s around the corner. If you want to learn about suspense, just watch a cat. And think like a cat, too. That should do the trick.

Lenora 🙂

http://www.lenoraworth.com
http://craftieladiesofromance.blogspot.com
From Love Inspired Suspense:
The CHAIM series:
Heart of the Night (January 2009)
Code of Honor (April 2009)

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COOL CREATURES…AND WHY I HATE JELLYFISH!

Roxanne Rustand Posted on June 16, 2009 by RoxanneJune 16, 2009




Early this winter we went to Puerto Rico for the first time…just for a long weekend. Good timing–a nice trip before having shoulder surgery. I loved Old San Juan. The forts were just amazing–massive walls and such interesting structures, overlooking the ocean on a windy promontory.

That day there were hundreds of local families having picnics on the grounds and flying kites. Many of the kites were so high that you could barely see them. Beautiful kites in all shapes and sizes–red planes, intricate origami shapes, brilliantly colored butterflies, dragons.

The historic town was fun to visit, but the creatures on the island were interesting, too. 🙂 I loved the giant iguanas…one of which dropped from a high tree overhanging the hotel swimming pool, and landed with a huge belly flop amongst the swimmers. It was about four feet long from stem to stern, and f it had landed ON someone, it could have done some serious damage! It happily paddled around the pool for a while, then climbed out to sun itself amongst the sunbathers.

The beaches were beautiful…though the repercussions of enjoying them weren’t quite as lovely, as you can see! I love walking on beaches and wading in the waves. I was truly careful about watching out for trouble, but missed seeing a jellyfish in the waves. Above, you can see a photo of my lumpy, swollen feet five days later. Ouch! Jellyfish are now one of my least favorite creatures!

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Another author visitor–Ruth Axtell Morren!

Roxanne Rustand Posted on June 9, 2009 by RoxanneJune 9, 2009



Ruth is offering a FREE copy of her newest book—the winner will be drawn from the names of those who post a comment here!

Our local paper usually has an ad in the classified section for the animal shelter. Each week there’s a photo and write-up of one of their dogs or cats. I had resolved not to have any pets for a long while. We’d recently moved back to the U.S. from the Netherlands, and our two cats stayed behind where they enjoyed a good life.

But suddenly, I saw a photo of a cat whose doleful eyes just stared out at me, saying “Adopt me!” Creighton was a cream-point Siamese mix who’d been dropped off at the shelter along with his 4 brothers, due to the “uncertain economy.”

I tore out the ad and put it on my desk, deciding to do nothing rash. A few days later I showed it to my 15 yr-old daughter. She immediately said, “We’ve got to go visit the shelter.”
When we arrived there, there were so many cats that we no longer knew which one to choose. Creighton and his brothers were beautiful, with their creamy colored fur and their pale blue eyes. But there were other lovable cats who also needed a home and had been at the shelter a lot longer. One was named “Alley Anna,” a small 6 yr. old who’d been at the shelter the longest of all, about three years. She didn’t stand out from the other, more assertive or friendlier cats, but the staff assured me she was a dear cat.

We finally decided we had to take both her and Creighton home. They were both quite shy the first few days, hiding under my bed or in my walk-in closet. Little by little, they have ventured out. Alley Anna is the sweetest cat, and I feel bad how easily an animal can be overlooked at a shelter because its personality doesn’t shine in the few minutes one is there. Creighton, who’s only 1 1/2, and had never seen Alley Anna before we brought them home, since they were in different rooms at the shelter, immediately bonded with her. Wherever she found a hiding spot, he’d tag along after her, as if she was his mother.
Here they are on a shelf in my closet.

www.Ruth Axtell Morren.com
http://ruthaxtellmorren.blogspot.com
The Making of a Gentleman, Steeple Hill.,Aug.’08
A Bride of Honor, May ’09

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