Stephanie Pearce: Craig’s Western traditions
I love that our town can be a little western sometimes. When I was a kid in the ’80s, my neighbor and I sometimes kept our horses in town for certain events. When the horses were in town, sometimes we would ride our horses around. I told my daughter and her friend stories about riding to Burger King (where State Farm Insurance is now) and getting lunch. We got stares and waves, but it was fun. Of course, my husband had to throw in the time that he and his friend rode a horse into the Cosgriff Hotel and restaurant (just in the lobby and bar).
My daughter decided one day when we brought her horses to the fairgrounds that she and her friend would ride to McDonald’s. They took video, Snapchats and regular pictures all the way. They have pictures of the drive-thru attendant as she handed the girls their food on horseback. It was priceless.
They went to Kum & Go, because a family traveling through town waved them over to ask if their children could pet the horses and take pictures. The family, from a big city, thought that was so cool and was glad their kids got to see such a sight. It was a highlight of their trip that I’m sure the kids won’t soon forget. Who knows, it might even be in their “What I did this summer” stories in the fall at school.
My husband has a few other stories he added to the Western theme. He lived up behind the cemetery with a roommate for a while. His roommate had a bull named Bob, and one day they had brought Bob to town in a horse trailer (he can’t remember why they had Bob in town). They were in the house when a neighbor knocked on the door and asked if they had a bull that was in the trailer. They said “yes” and she informed them that the trailer had been opened and Bob was out. So, the job of rounding up a bull on the streets of Craig commenced. They did rope Bob and get him safely back home and no one was hurt in the making of this story.
The same roommate had some steers that got loose and somehow made it onto the city streets. My husband and his friend were seen running horseback down the streets roping steers. What a story that would have been for a vacationing family to see. They really would think we were where the true West begins.
Times may have changed and our agricultural heritage may not be as influential in everyday living in the city limits of Craig, but I’m glad we still see it from time to time. Being a little Western is who we are, and I hope we don’t forget it anytime soon. I’m glad my kids will be able to tell their kids about the time they rode their horses through the drive-thru at McDonald’s. Maybe my future grandkids will carry on the tradition.