Keeping You In The Loop — MHCP Newsletter January 2026 Edition

Howdy !!!

Everyone has a story! The songwriting workshop got me thinking how storytelling is very much central to what I think Cowboy Poetry is about. On cattle drives, cowboys took their stories and put them into poems and songs. That fulfilled some of their immediate needs: used up time during the boring days, entertained each other around the campfire after chuck, and it kept them awake and the cattle calm when they were on night watch. An important part was connecting with the other wranglers on the drive. Just as it had social and emotional benefits then, with modern technology, it is even more necessary.

Stories, at first, are simply a means of telling someone about an experience or incident. It can then can be transformed into a poem, or the rhyming lines put to music. There is something in storytelling that is cathartic for the author as well as the listener. When author’s ideas are ones the listening folks can identify with, that’s when there’s that sense of human connection.

Between the lines of poems there are often other more subtle themes. In this newsletter, it helps us remember (or has us realize) the responsibilities that were given to young children. There is the reality of having to adjust activities to accommodate life’s circumstances. We’ve all experienced the strong bond to a horse or pet and having to let go of them. The need to work as a team is another imbedded concept. The list could go on.

Let stories be part of your new year, as we tell them and as we serve as active listeners. The connections made are bound to enrich Cowboy Poetry enthusiasts and other folks too.

Jen

MHCP AGM

Friday, February 13th, 2026
Western Music and Cowboy Poetry

From 10:00 to 12:00 in the Honor Currie Room
For Steerheads, Oxtails and Prairie Oysters, too

And with any luck, we might have a book launch!

We’ll again be joining with the Library’s Community Coffee

The AGM meeting starts at 12:30pm. Everyone welcome to that as well.

Free Songwriting Workshop

by John Wort Hannam
January 27 & 28, 2026
at Medalta Potteries
From 5:00-9:00 pm

John invites you to join him for his travelling songwriting project. It’s okay if you’ve never written songs, don’t play an instrument or don’t sing. The focus will be on the creation of lyrics based on stories in your life. Through discussion, examples and writing exercises, he’ll guide you to express yourself and tell your story through song craft. These workshops provide a respectful and safe space to share personal narratives and collaboratively shape original music. John aims to bring out that creative side you thought you didn’t have. Click Here to Register.

Granny Poet Program Goes Over Well

The entertainment was different from what is usually ‘on stage’ on the third Thursday in Victory Church’s Fellowship Hall. On December 18th, about 25 folks gathered much like the cowboys after their evening chuck of bacon, beans and biscuits. It was a little old granny (Jen) in a rocking chair that recited poems (some she wrote and some she didn’t) and did songs, some acapella like the cowboys did. The preambles gave the reason each piece was written, often including some reference to the times when Cowboy Poetry started. It was evident from the chuckles that many folks remembered bathing in a galvanized washtub and ordering from the Eaton’s catalog. One of the poems was about the value of community to Norman Fedrau who is blind; they learned how to ‘read’ paper money with Braille markings and by how it’s folded). “Twas the Night Before Christmas When Out on the Ranch” included harmonica which was the most common musical instrument on the cattle drives. The afternoon program ended with Alan Jackson’s “Let it Be Christmas” and coffee. The take-home was an M&M Christmas card/poem and treat.

Not every audience can relate to horses and cattle, or want to have everything be about cowboys. In order to keep Cowboy Poetry alive, the topics include ones the audience can relate to; they enjoy the surprise endings of some and the humor in other poems. It’s equally important to help folks imagine what times were like on the trail drives where this unique genre took root.

Little old granny (Jen Zollner) recited poems and did songs, some acapella like the cowboys did at the Victory Church’s Fellowship Hall. Dec 18, 2025.

Local Poet Noel Burles Nominated

MHCP was excited to learn that our friend and board member, Noel Burles has been nominated for The International Red Carpet Award Show in Europe. The competition has a limited number of nominations from all over the world and from a wide variety of genres. Participants will present their performance to a professional jury consisting of people with different focus in the music industry and a dedicated team of judges just for Cowboy Poetry. Best of luck Noel!

A Boy and his Appaloosa by Jim Burk

Jim Burk was raised on a small mixed farm near Sundre, Alberta. His dad, Delos Burk, always said they were horse-poor with lots of horses providing little income. When Jim’s dad came in contact with Jim Wyatt, a rancher near High River who had begun breeding Appaloosas, he arranged to have a strawberry roan mare bred to one of Wyatt’s stallions. The result was a G1, a Generation One Appaloosa.

Learning about Appaloosas and their near extinction was food for Jim’s imagination. Still recovering from rheumatic fever, and a little weak for normal farm chores, he was given the task of exercising horses being made ready for sale. His father presented Gypsy to Jim as a two-year old. At the age of twelve Jim was an experienced rider. He rode two and a half miles to school beginning with grade one and rode unsupervised when he felt like exploring. And this being bush country gave much to explore.

As a result of having riding as his main contribution to the farm, Jim had a lot of time to work with Gypsy. Also, good advice from his father, an excellent horseman and horse trainer whose mantra was: “If you’re training a horse and it bucks, that’s your fault.”

Gymkhanas were popular at the time with a variety of races involved. Gypsy was particularly good at barrel racing and pole bending.

When Jim Wyatt had the first National Appaloosa Gymkhana event at his ranch, Jim’s Dad urged him to enter. So he did.

The horse was ready. Jim wasn’t and did what most novices do. He ran Gypsy through all the motions necessary for each event over and over again. As a result Gypsy had worked up a sweat and a load of confusion before the first race, which was barrel racing. She swapped ends in the middle of the first dash and still placed third.

At the end of the day Gypsy was the third high point Appaloosa Gymkhana Horse in Canada. She worked against horses from as far away as Ontario. However, while some of Gypsy’s opposition had prosperous owners, most of the other riders were not necessarily good horsemen. In any case, Gypsy earned Jim some bragging rights.

Jim was fourteen at the time and just finished grade eight. With no high school in the vicinity, that summer spelled the end of his time with a horse that had almost become part of him. Not to mention the fact that she was sold. In the end Jim’s dad had to ask for his gift back. If sold, the money gained would pay for an electric pump that would bring cold running water into his mother’s kitchen. Sad, but gladly given. Best part. Jim was away when Gypsy left the farm.

(This is an example of a story that could easily be written in poetry form, with a preamble to
introduce it.)

An Author Among Us

It’s been exciting to get to know someone in our midst (at Victory Church) and learn of his
accomplishments. His bio is the story of something unfortunate turning into blessings that
continue to the present day. His life story is also an example of not letting obstacles get in
your way, not letting others define what you can and can’t do. He has written a number of
books to date and currently has two goals: to finish his last book(s) and to go horseback
riding. On “Amazon.Jim Burk” you’ll find summaries of each of his books and excerpts that
have you wanting to keep reading. Orders can be made in Book or Kindle format.

Read more about Jim Burk in our upcoming “Homegrown Tributes” series

The Appaloosa Story

The breed is known for its spots over standard horse colors. In addition are the straited
hooves, strips of black and light gray. The hooves have a hard and a soft structure able to
stand up in both rocky and sandy terrain.

The Appaloosa is a breed propagated by Nez Perce aboriginals of Oregon, Washington and
Idaho. The breed was almost erased when the American cavalry destroyed most of the
Appaloosa stock held by the Nez Perce.

The horses used by Native Americans in the West largely came from the Spanish horses brought into Mexico with partial lineages going back to Arabia. In the mid-17th century, large Spanish herds were used around Santa Fe and Taos. The Spaniards attempted to keep the horses from the Native Americans, but escaped Indian slaves and stolen horses resulted in Apache and Navajo acquiring horses, rapidly putting their new equestrian skills to masterful use. The 1670 Pueblo Revolt resulted in thousands of horses being left behind by the fleeing Spaniards. As Spain continued to lose control over Northern Mexico, even more horses found their way into Native herds.

By 1700 the Shoshone tribes of the Great Basin had acquired horses from their southern cousins. Around 1730, the Nez Perce also had horses giving the Shoshone and Nez Perce a strategic military and hunting advantage over the plains tribes (the Crow and Blackfeet did not have the horse until c.1740 and the Sioux not until c.1770). The Spanish stock was ideal for the harsh environment of the Western U.S.and the Nez Perce recognized early on the benefits of selectively breeding the best horses for their particular environment and needs. Though the Appaloosa was not the only type of horse owned by the Nez Perce, it was easily the most identifiable.

In the mid 19th century, the U.S. Army often found their cavalry horses unable to compete with the horses of the Western tribes. The Army horses had been raised on grain, were used to abundant water, and often bred from racing stock, but the superior Native horses were grass fed and had far better endurance. Army officers often complained that their horses were not up to the task of chasing down the steeds of the Native Americans.

In many cases the Army, knowing the advantage the horses gave the Indians, destroyed their herds to remove the military power of the tribes and locked them into areas that could only be travelled by foot. So, after the Nez Perce War, the US Army tried to destroy the Appaloosa breed through the slaughter and breeding with draft horses. However, Chief White Bird had slipped across the Canadian border with women, children and some of their prize spotted horses. In Canada, he and his refugees kept the breed alive.

Revival & Modern Breed

Rediscovery: An article in Western Horseman in 1937 sparked interest, leading to the formation of the Appaloosa Horse Club (ApHC) in 1938 to preserve the breed.

Modern Type: The ApHC introduce Arabian, Quarter Horse and Thoroughbred bloodlines to develop the modern Appaloosa, creating versatile horses we know today.

Jim Wyatt, a rancher near High River brought the breed to Alberta. Delos Burk, my father, met Jim Wyatt at my uncle’s ranch in Simon’s Valley, west of Calgary, and decided to have one of his mares, a strawberry roan, breed to one of Wyatt’s stallions. The result was Gypsy, grey, with spots spreading from hip to mid-body. This was 1952.

In the fall of 1956, Jim Wyatt held the first ever Appaloosa Gymkhana Event at his ranch. Jim, Delos son, entered Gypsy. She was ready. Jim wasn’t. In spite of that, Gypsy earned the title of third-best Gymkhana horse in Canada. Had Jim kept his cool, he firmly believes she would have been first. It sounds good, but in spite of there being a competition from different parts of Canada by individuals who had taken to this new breed as an expensive hobby, there were few well-trained horses at the meet.

Sources: PowWows.com: appaloosa museum.com:

Western Music and Cowboy Poetry

-entertainment all afternoon. Mark your calendar!

Western Advice

  • cherish horses, women, water and grass
  • when in doubt, let your horse do the thinking
  • take as good a care of your horse as you do yourself
  • don’t approach a bull from the front or horse from behind
  • a clean saddle blanket is more important than clean sheets
  • don’t talk down to anyone even it if means gettin’ off your horse

Cowboy Lingo

  • fan tail – wild horse
  • plug – run-of-the-mill work horse
  • hack/nag – old and overworked horse
  • rat tail – appaloosa with a thin mane and tail
  • lunkhead – horse of inferior breed or appearance
  • bell mare – lead mare which the herd willingly follows
  • crow or buzzard bait – worn-out emaciated horse that will soon
  • become carrion and therefore attracted to crows or buzzards

Western Movies

There’s something about winter that makes one look for a good movie, best watched with a warm drink nearby. Westerns tend to tap into something deeper -family, resilience, tradition and doing what needs to be done even when it’s hard.

True Grit (2010)

Cold landscapes, quiet determination, and a story driven by grit and justice make this one feel tailor-made for winter watching. Hailee Steinfeld’s breakout role, paired with the Coen Brothers’ sharp storytelling, makes it an easy seasonal rewatch.

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)

More reflective than action-packed, this classic explores legacy, truth, and the stories we choose to remember

The Searchers (1956)

A sweeping Western with emotional depth and stark scenery. It’s not light viewing, but it’s one of those films that lingers long after the credits roll — perfect for a quiet winter night.

Open Range (2003)

Slow-burning and atmospheric, this one leans into loyalty, moral code, and wide-open country. The pacing makes it ideal for settling in and actually watching, not just having something on in the background.

Legends of the Fall (1994)

Snowy Montana landscapes, family drama, and a powerful score give this film a wintertime feel. Emotional, cinematic, and timeless.

The Cowboys (1972)

John Wayne leading a group of boys across the West with its themes of mentorship, responsibility, and growing up.

The Homesman (2014)

Bleak, honest, and beautifully shot, this is a winter Western for viewers who appreciate quieter storytelling and strong performance, deeply human.

-from Cowgirl magazine

Molly and Mike, poem of the month

Harvey Beck spoke fondly of this team. He was but a boy about 8 years old when he was harrowing a freshly seeded field one spring with them. When he turned the corner too short, the pole with the harrows stuck upright in the ground and he landed in the soft dirt. He admired how Molly and Mike worked together as swing horses on the header at harvest time. At the corners, it took precise coordination to keep the header straight; at the same time as one went forward, the other had to back up. There wasn’t a team that could do it better. It reminded him of a couple that had danced together for years. (Harv, his brother and his dad played at dances.) He had spent many-an-hour driving this team. When he grew up and left home, Molly and Mike stayed ‘at home’, and that’s where they had a content retirement.

I can still see them, Molly and Mike,
Better partners there never will be,
If man and wife could just spend their life
Together in such harmony.

Even their steps were in perfect time,
Moved proudly as together they'd run,
Though no wedding vows, you'd see that somehow
The two of them worked as if one.

Molly and Mike were somewhat like twins,
Same size, black tail and black mane,
Dad of course, more than any other horse,
Said this team was so easy to train.

No secret that they were a favourite of Dad's,
They're the ones that took him to town
To get the mail, and he'd never fail,
When back home they'd get their rub down.

Can you imagine how the others would feel?
The six other nags that he had?
They lugged the plow, did the work but somehow
These two got to show off a tad.

Sunday's they pulled the democrat to church,
In winter, a closed-in sleigh,
My, did they prance taking us to the dance,
In the livery barn they got to stay.

We played for a dance in town one night,
Came a snowstorm, worst we had known,
Getting home, no use, but we let the reins loose,
That team got us safely back home.

I'll always remember Molly and Mike,
As close as two lovers could be,
Side by side as a team, almost clones it would seem,
They were one, a he and a she.

From “Stories from Seniors” by J. Zollner. It is one of the books MHCP published, a fund-raiser with Hale Hearing as the print sponsor.

Wishing you a Happy and Healthy 2026.
Be ready for the ride and thankful for the journey,


Jen

Keeping You In The Loop — MHCP Newsletter December 2025 Edition

Howdy !!!

Christmas seems to bring out the big heartedness in all of us. It’s also when family members spend time with each other: prepare food, ‘break bread together’, play games, sing, the list goes on. How good when generosity and time with our kin is a year-round practice, especially easy when they live in the vicinity. In a family farm or ranch setting, there’s the added bonus of parents and grandparents being able to pass on traditions and ideals as a part of daily living. But make no mistake, being together creates challenges large and small, at Christmas and otherwise. Families and those gathered at Christmas find creative ways to honor its true meaning, even when they are too far from home, more or less isolated and maybe without communication technology. May each of you find joy and peace, as we think of those in the world for which that is next to impossible.

Jen

It’s an hour of celebrating Christmas in the Cowboy Poetry Genre. It’s about stories, with both verse and music, not strictly about cowboys though. Some of the poems are: The Bachelor’s Christmas Feast, Ma’s Old Galvanized Washtub and The Truth About Santa.  Songs include parodies: “Twas the Night Before Christmas and Out on the Ranch”, “Jingle Bell Rewrite” and “Sam and Roz are Coming to Town”. The program will end with Alan Jackson’s “Let it be Christmas Everywhere”. Be sure to take a Christmas card with M&M’s Christmas Story.

Thursday, December 18th at 1:30pm

Victory Lutheran Church

2793 Southview Drive SE , Medicine Hat, AB

Free Entry. Refreshments to follow.

Dough Dad

Brendan Hillson of McBride’s Bakery shows off a tray of ham and cheese croissants.

Meet Brendan Hillson, a local businessman, proud owner of McBride’s Bakery. In many ways he’s much like the rancher or farmer: independently employed, able to work alongside his family and thus passes along a solid work ethic. His two ‘kids’ help him when they’re not in school or university. His wife is otherwise employed, much like many wives work ‘off the farm’. Brendan’s mom is a big help and every day picks up the leftover doughnuts to hand out to the homeless, the Doughnut Lady they call her. Medicine Hat Care picks up the day-old bread to distribute to those who need it. He has monthly fund raisers. In November all proceeds went to the Food Bank, in December they go to the Santa Claus fund and last year to various city schools. You might be one of his lucky customers that is invited to get free birthday doughnuts. Thanks from MHCP for the doughnuts at our event this past September and at last year’s annual meeting.

When Brendan came back 15 years ago from teaching English in Asia, he couldn’t find a job that interested him. So he bought a bakery; that was 15 years ago. He is the 5th owner since McBride’s started here in the 1967. His enthusiasm and creativity have been instrumental in building a thriving business, as witnessed on his almost daily You-Tubes.

Heather and Sam, employees at McBride’s Bakery

Working with dough was not a lifelong passion. In fact he had no formal training as a baker, just books and a strong desire to learn (other subjects as well). Now he has 7 front staff and 6 bakers. A baker starts his or her day at 4 a.m. till about noon. Just like ranchers and farmers, hours are flexible according to when the work for the day is done. Sam, a staff member said, “Brendan looks after his staff like family”. Heather, another employee commented how much she appreciates not having to worry about taking time off when the kids are sick. “He puts family first.” Brendan’s comment was, “I enjoy running my own business and not having a boss.” Every farmer/rancher would say exactly the same thing.

Trail Cook

A cowboy past his prime, most commonly called, “Cookie”

Other names were Dough Boxer, Dough Puncher, Dough Wrangler. He did much more than use flour to make grub for the cowhands.

Trail Cookie

He was up before sunrise and worked long hours preparing 3 meals a day in adverse conditions. (Beans and salt pork were also staples.) He was in charge of the medical supplies and had a working knowledge of practical medicine. As an excellent chuckwagon teamster (of oxen or horses), he travelled ahead of the cattle drive to find suitable stopping places (where there was water and grass). When there were differences, he served as a mediator and the firearms guard. He was banker, barber, vet and stakeholder of bets. Although food preparation was his charge, he was often hired for reasons other than his ability to cook. He had a reputation for being cantankerous; many were also known to be colorful characters. Of all the hired help on the trail drive, he outranked all but the trail boss and had the respect of every man, or else.

Cattle Trail ‘Bread’

When out on the trail, it was usually biscuits instead of bread. The flour at that time was a middling grade of flour (not processed like modern flour) or it was unbolted flour (didn’t have the bran or course parts of the flour sifted out). Biscuits were relatively quick and easy to make, but not the light, fluffy kind of today (sometimes called sourdough bullets). When put in the saddlebag, they were called hard tack for a reason. But they were handy when the ride on the range took longer than expected. Biscuits leavened with sourdough were more common on the trail, but back at the ranch, buttermilk biscuits were also popular. Bread (soft tack) was a treat when there was a wood stove with an oven back at the ranch.

Trail biscuits were “baked” in a Dutch oven or large skillet. The Dutch oven would be placed over coals, also having coals on lid so the heat distributed evenly. The little lip on the lid is designed to keep the coals from rolling off.

Every chuckwagon cook had his own special (and carefully guarded) recipe for biscuits. Cowboys would judge his cooking skill by the quality of his biscuits. Thus cowboys might call the him a biscuit shooter, a biscuit roller and even a dough belly if he had a certain physique.

Pancakes

They are synonymous with cowboys and cowboy culture, more or less a western institution. Other names for them are griddle cakes, hotcakes, slapjacks and cowboys had another name for them: splatter dabs.

Cowboys and Chuckwagon Cooks weren’t known to follow a written recipe. Instead they followed a rule of thumb with 1:1 proportions for each ingredient: 1 cup flour, 1 cup liquid, 1 pinch of salt and 1 teaspoon melted pork fat (probably bacon drippings). If it wasn’t sourdough leavening, it might be 1 tablespoon of baking powder. The batter was poured on a greased cast iron skillet. After bubbles formed it was flipped over and cooked on the other side. Many a cook could toss (or flap) them in the air off the griddle onto a targeted plate (thus the term flapjacks)

During Medicine Hat’s stampede week, free pancake breakfasts are a famous and beloved tradition hosted by various groups throughout the city. The tradition has become something of national institution in Canada. Communities often have pancake breakfasts when there are gatherings; family reunions, fundraisers, Christmas morning family get-togethers, etc. The tradition has even trickled into the United States.

The first free Stampede breakfast was held in 1923 at a campsite just outside the CPR station close to downtown Calgary. Apparently Jack Morton, a chuckwagon driver, invited some friends to join him for breakfast at his camp. In true cowboy tradition, anyone that came by the camp was invited to eat with them. It’s the western hospitality we are known for and are proud of.

Anytime a cowboy rode to camp (or a ranch), he was invited to have some grub (food). “Fly at it!”, in the cook’s words. It might be a cowboy from another outfit, an outlaw, a cattle rustler or a saddle tramp (a cowboy with wanderlust only staying long enough to earn some road stake, enough cash to carry him over the next horizon). No questions asked except, “What do we call you?”

Doughnuts

Prairie Oyster Spudnuts at the MHCP AGM

They were called doughgods. A cook that could (and would) make them was highly regarded. Every year the the homemade spudnut goodies at our AGM meeting are in the shape of steerheads, oxtails and prairie oysters. (Some folks innocently ask, “What are prairie oysters? They would agree that the first person to taste them was indeed brave.)

Sourdough Starter

It was one of the cook’s prized possessions. It’s live yeast in a mixture of flour and water used to make dough rise when making biscuits, pancakes, doughnuts and cakes. Keeping it alive was an ongoing “give ‘n take” process. Some of the starter was taken out the night before and set in a warm place so it begins to ferment for tomorrow’s flour dishes. He put equal amounts of flour and water back into the original starter to use next time. Most often cooks carried their prized starter in a small crock or a wooden pail snuggly packed. The cook guarded his starter with his life. During very cold weather it is said the cook would take it to bed with him to keep it from freezing. (My mom always used “everlasting yeast” to leaven her bread.)

Pie Lingo

  • pie eater: country boy
  • pie trail: small side road
  • as easy as pie: very easy
  • crumb castle: chuckwagon
  • boggy top: pie but no top crust
  • apple pie order: in perfect shape
  • crumb incubator: a cowboy’s bed
  • apple pie order: in perfect shape
  • calf slobbers: meringue on top of a pie

Western Lingo

  • biscuit: saddle horn
  • sour dough: experienced prospector
  • prairie pancakes: buffalo or cow chips
  • pancake saddle: English saddle so called because it’s flat, small and light
  • squeezing the biscuit: grabbing the saddlehorn (a cowboy would rather be bucked off than to be caught grabbing the saddlehorn)
  • Old Woman: cowboy cook (though the cook was usually a man, cooking was still considered woman’s work)

Western Wisdom

  • The dinner bell is always in tune
  • Mind your biscuits and life will be gravy
  • A rumor is as hard to unspread as butter on hot toast
  • If a camp cook ain’t grouchy, he ain’t bin cookin’ long enough
  • Cussing the range cook is about as risky as branding a mule’s tail
  • Happiness is like jam; it’s hard to spread without getting some on yourself

Campfire Nativity

by Uncle Bobby Rusch aka Bob Ruschiensky

Bob, from Regina, started writing poetry a year ago, and now has 21 books of poems published and 6 or so almost ready. This is one of 20 poems in “Cowboy Christmas”. He uses computer AI technology for the pictures, one for each poem.

By the campfire’s golden flame,
Cowboys told the Christmas name.
One played Joseph, hat in hand,
While Mary’s part the cook did stand.

Lantern served as guiding star,
Laughed and prayed from near and far.
Bunkhouse colt, so strong and true,
Played the manger’s donkey too.

Told the story plain and sweet,
In worn-out boots on tired feet.
Every word was true and kind,
Christmas tale they all did find.

Herd lay quiet, sky was clear,
Voices strong with holy cheer.
The Nativity by firelight,
Glowed in the dark of Christmas night.

And though no stage or church was near,
Cowboy hearts made Christmas clear.
Campfire flames told all who see,
The Savior born for you and me.

Walter Scott’s Christmas wish to them on the Range:

Heap on more wood! The wind is chill,
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.

A Parting Gift to You, the Reader

The newsletters are my gift to you, the reader.
Your gift to me is an email reply , a “Like” on Facebook, a “thumbs up” on YouTube , a comment below or a good ole fashioned phone call!

A little smile, a word of cheer,
A bit of love from someone near,
A little gift from one held dear,
Best wishes for the coming year.

– John Greenleaf Whittier –

Happy trails and Merry Christmas,
Jen