{"id":18118,"date":"2022-06-15T00:30:43","date_gmt":"2022-06-15T00:30:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=18118"},"modified":"2022-06-14T19:06:00","modified_gmt":"2022-06-14T19:06:00","slug":"henriettas-ashes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2022\/06\/15\/henriettas-ashes\/","title":{"rendered":"Henrietta\u2019s Ashes"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Bryce Angell – The outdoors has always been a large part of my life. My father was an outfitter and guide for 35 years and I was there to shoe and care for the horses and help him do the cooking. We took many great trips into the Yellowstone area. Even now that I\u2019m older, we still ride into the Tetons, Yellowstone and surrounding areas. My poems are mostly of personal experience. I am now retired and enjoying life to the fullest. I plan to do more riding and writing.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Old Henrietta Johnson finally passed at Comfort Lane. Her husband, Jacob, said he\u2019d spread her ashes from his plane.<\/p>\n

Jacob made his promise to spread them out on Henry\u2019s Lake. He asked me if I\u2019d ride along to keep him wide awake.<\/p>\n

Jacob learned to fly a plane way back in World War II. And now at ninety years of age was still cruising through the blue.<\/p>\n

He said, \u201cNo need to worry. I\u2019m as healthy as a horse.\u201d I wondered, was he talking \u2018bout an overaged plow horse?<\/p>\n

So, there you have it, one old man and one plum stupid fool. A pair of knuckleheads who prob\u2019ly share the same gene pool.<\/p>\n

Jacob pushed down on the throttle. You could hear the engine roar. We were hopping down the runway. Would the widow-maker soar?<\/p>\n

The wheels were lifting from the ground. Now fighting for the sky. The engine started sputtering. Did I really want to die?<\/p>\n

Jacob tried to put my mind at ease. He said, \u201cDon\u2019t worry, son. I swear we\u2019ll fly this plane, if not, we\u2019ll die to get it done.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jacob said, \u201cI think we\u2019re close to where we\u2019ll make our drop. Just slide your window back, then pour the ashes out the top.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was nervous as a skunk. It weren\u2019t the time to lose your head. What I did next would only be what some would call \u201cpure dread!\u201d<\/p>\n

I slid the window back. I felt the wind from head to toe. Then I opened up the jar and Jacob promptly hollered, \u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n

When all at once his Henrietta\u2019s dust came flying out. The cockpit blew with ashes. I\u2019d messed up, there was no doubt.<\/p>\n

My eyes and nose were filled with dust. My mouth had met its fate. \u2018Cuz I think I spit a chunk or maybe accidentally ate.<\/p>\n

I tossed the doggone urn and heard it bounce back off the wing. Then I took a gaze around and there was ash on everything.<\/p>\n

I dared a look at Jacob and his eyes were open wide. I guess I\u2019d done my job. It was a most exciting ride.<\/p>\n

For three whole days my nose was blowing Henrietta\u2019s dust. And I swear I heard her laugh each time I coughed a chunk of crust.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Old Henrietta Johnson finally passed at Comfort Lane. Her husband, Jacob, said he\u2019d spread her ashes from his plane. Jacob made his promise to spread them out on Henry\u2019s Lake. He asked me if I\u2019d ride along to keep him wide awake. Jacob learned to fly a plane way back in World War II. And […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","_pvb_checkbox_block_on_post":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[160,2],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-18118","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-cowboy-poetry","7":"category-commentary"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18118","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18118"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18118\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18119,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18118\/revisions\/18119"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18118"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18118"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18118"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}