Glenn Chamberlain, "Country Road" (ca 1934)
Glenn Chamberlain, Country Road (ca 1934)
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October 31, 2009:

We stopped for lunch on the road from Great Falls, maybe it was Big Sandy, at a diner where I caused confusion asking for a "frosty" when what they sold was called a "soft serve".

Many terms were foreign. Montana had never been part of Mexico, so instead of canyons they had "coolies." There were no "malts", only "shakes", and the baby cows I expected would be "calves" were instead "doggies".

Heat, mosquitos, the unique musty smell of the attic room where I slept. Rifles, outhouse, kittens and crows. My grandfather, a real cowboy, affectionate but uncommunicative, even a little distant, very much like his daughter, who from these moments forward became ever less present to my life.