Month: July 2011

  • Monday: Logan's birthday.  Lego cake.  Always so hot on his birthday, the frosting melts all over the cake.  Oh well, he thought it was cool enough.  Hot dogs over the campfire, etc.  Piggy bank bear from Grandma Lois, Star Wars Lego set from Mommy, the boy is seven, and I love him.

    Tuesday:  Bri and Kendric to Silverwood.  Lunch at the Pavillion, the lady only charged little kid prices for Kendric and Bri, Kendric loaded up on corn.  Rain storm.  Kendric wouldn't do any roller coasters, and wouldn't trust me when I said it wouldn't hurt him.  Turned stinky fast, so we went home, and found he had spent $ on the tank thing.  Deep doo-doo.

    Wednesday:  Lauren to Silverwood.  Fun chatting.  Her contact at Tremors.  Aftershock.  My best pictures were of people I don't even know.

    Thursday:  Molley came over.  I sorted things downstairs, super deep cleaned boys' room.  Girls picked cherries, met Ken.

    Friday:  Kaiden's birthday party.  Star Wars figurine, though Kendric says he is used to getting big expensive toys.  Myra to Natalie's.

    Saturday:  Picked up kids at Mosquedas.  Got lunch at WM.  Met Loutzenhisers at Hayden Lake.  Bri and Kirby to Captain America.  They said it was good.

    Sunday:  Morning service.  I am appreciating Steve's trip through Acts.  Kirby to Silverwood.  Barbecue at the Pavillion; we saw Shawn, he gave us ribs though we had only paid for the standard barbecue.  Ricochet was fun, but certainly not worth the hour wait in line.  Kirby and girls to ice cream social.

  • Saturday, July 9:  Carole and Samara, driving through on their way from West Palm Beach, Florida to Seattle, Washington, stopped to spend the night.

    Sunday, July 10:  Carole and Samara were not in a terrible rush, so without much prodding, we convinced them to stay another night so Samara could go to Silverwood.  Mari came along.

    Now, Mari is a friendly, cheerful girl, and she includes everyone around her in her enjoyment of life.  So when Mari and Samara went on Roundup, and actually spoke to the shy, young man next to them, he lit up like the sunrise.  He apparently mistook her friendliness as interest, and more or less followed us around the park for most of the day.  Samara, a little more wise to the ways of the world, so to speak, was fairly rude to him.

    Monday, July 11:  Carole and Samara took off early...  Lance and Karleen (and Faith, Sally, Molly, Ben, Hannah, Ole, Grace) and Alison and David, stayed up late redesigning Karleen's house

    Tuesday, July 12:  Hash brown casserolle, Halisgstads out, Ali out, packed for MT, drove to Nic's, pool party for Bri and Logan, last 15 min of REI, got great shoes at Target for $25, Mari and Wilson stayed at Nics, the rest of us at Angie's

    Wednesday, July 13:  Brought Bri to Stevensville, found her whistle and pocketknife forgotten in the car, went to Splash Montana, sunburn, back to Angie's, went to Costco, pizza for dinner, drove to Moms, worried about Bri adn thunderstorms all night

    Thursday, July 14:  Mom and Berkley, Mom and boys cut cockleburrs, Betty and Lauren and chicken parmesan, pictures with Lauren

    Friday, July 15:  Went to town to get cilantro and enchilada sauce.  Stopped by Frank and Dana's, Wilson was sick so I left, Quin and Audrea came up for dinner, couldnt' get tape of Christmas program to play

    Saturday, July 16:  The Lake at Riverside park.  Ann brought Jemimah, Connor and Shannon for a brief visit.  Saw Amy Toelke.  Lots of goose poop.  To Betty's for dinner.  Mari got stung.  Logan to Missoula with Nic.  Big storm, had to go home so Mom could check th eponds, lots of wind, things were blown over.  Packed and finished laundry.

    Sunday, July 17:  Played cards with Gramma Nancy.  Short Bridge, Kings in the Corner, etc.  Wilson threw a fit, didn't want to leave, Gramma's cat tried hitching a ride, stopped at Betty's to get Mari, stopped at Nicole's so boys and Myra could play while we drove.  Stopped to get a deli sand, huge fountain pop and mints for Bri.  Horse manure in Bri's pack.  Bri was full of stories, so the trip back to Missoula wasn't so long.  Got the kids at Nic's, kids were sick, no AC, construction around Superior, stopped for bathroom break and ice water in Kellogg, house looked great, Kirby looked great, everyone was tired and grumpy, couldn't get Rango to work

  • I got an email from my mom, who said she'd received this photo from my Dad's cell phone:

    This time, they didn't use horses at all, and went up the north side.  Kendric didn't complain, she said, but he did get scared near the top; at one point he simply sat down and refused to go any farther.

    Still, he's got me beat.  I've only been up once.

  • We made our annual pilgrimage to Loon Lake to see the Grables for their Independence Day picnic.
    July 3: Mary and Alfredo
    July 4: Grables
    July 5: Brought Myra and Wilson to Silverwood.  Actually got in the water at Boulder Beach.  Bad sunburn.
    July 6: Brought Mari and Bri to Silverwood, spent the day indoors.
    July 7: Met the Mosquedas at Silverwood.

  • Bud Cheff, Sr.
    by Vince Devlin of The Missoulian

    RONAN - His name was Vern, and if anyone actually ever called him that, no one can remember.

    An aunt who spoke only French and perhaps had trouble saying "Vern" in English called the newborn "bébé," the French word for baby.

    It was 1915.

    "Bébé" morphed into "Bud," and for the next 96 years, Vern Cheff was Bud Cheff to all who knew him, or knew of him.

    Most everyone in the Mission Valley did. Plenty were related to him.

    Cheff, who died early Monday morning, left behind six of his seven children, 33 to 34 grandchildren, 82 great-grandchildren and "19 or so" great-great-grandchildren.

    "Those might not be exact," says one of his sons, 74-year-old Bud Cheff Jr. "I wrote it all down, but I'm not sure where I put it. Those should be pretty close, though."

    The wonderful thing was that many of them got to say their goodbyes over the past couple of weeks, when Bud Cheff Sr.'s body finally started giving out on him.

    The family patriarch, a longtime outfitter, had still been riding horseback into the wilderness at the age of 95.

    "For the last two weeks, anywhere from three to four, to up to two dozen, family members were with him day and night," Bud Cheff Jr. said. "And dad was alert to the last six to eight hours. He gotto tell almost every grandchild goodbye."

    About a half hour after midnight, he left this world.

    ***

    The first Cheff ancestor - "a relative of about four ‘greats,' " Bud Jr. says - arrived in Montana in the early1800s with explorer David Thompson.

    By the time Ovila Cheff emigrated from Canada in the 1890s,there were already 40 to 50 Cheffs living in western Montana.

    The family helped establish Frenchtown.

    Ovila first worked at the Grant-Kohrs Ranch near Deer Lodge,then signed on with the Anaconda Co., where an uncle was a tunnel supervisor.

    "They sent him to Cuba to help build a smelter down there, and when he got back, he moved to this valley," Bud Jr. says.

    Bud Cheff Sr. was born here in 1915, the fourth of 14 children of Ovila and Maria Cheff.

    "Dad married pretty young, about 18," Bud Jr. says, and his father started outfitting at about the same time.

    He was still a teenager when he took his first customers into what is now the Bob Marshall Wilderness in 1933 - more than 30years before the Bob was designated as a wilderness area.

    Bud Sr., who was three-eighths Iroquois Indian, already had a decade's worth of experience in the Bob. He had made his first tripat the age of 8.

    "The Flathead Indians took him in every year from the time he was 8 years old with their gathering and hunting parties," Bud Jr.says.

    Accompanied by Eneas Conko, Bud Sr. shot his first bull elk at the age of 9 using Conko's .30-.30.

    "Eneas gave the rifle to my father, and Dad used it his whole life," Bud Jr. says. "It had 30-some notches in the stock that Eneas had put in every time he killed a grizzly bear."

    ***

    That rifle hangs in the Ninepipes Museum ofEarly Montana, opened in 1997 by Bud Jr. and his wife Laurel, with lots of help and participation from Bud Sr. and his wife Adelle.

    Adelle passed away in 1999, just two days after she and Bud Sr.celebrated their 66th wedding anniversary.

    "We get a lot of school kids at the museum, and especially for the lower grades, Dad liked to drum, sing songs and tell stories,"Bud Jr. says. "He'd tell them how they used to gather pine nuts,catch fish and frogs, and eat frog's feet. He saved hundreds of letters of fan mail from the kids."

    Most of Bud Sr.'s own children ended up much like he did - with given names that no one knows them by.

    Oldest daughter Viola, who died in 1959, went by Ola.

    Bud Jr. is actually Vern Edmond Cheff Jr.

    "My son is Vern Edmond III, and my grandson is Vern Edmond IV," Bud Jr. says. "But we're all ‘Buds.' Dad, my son, my grandson and me all went into the Bob Marshall a while back to look for some of Dad's old bear traps, and every time someone hollered ‘Bud,' three people answered."

    Next is Kenneth, who lives in Missoula, followed by Roger (he's known as Buck) of Ronan; Edward (he goes by Mick and runs the Cheff Guest Ranch and his father's old outfitting business) of Charlo; Roxanne (Roxie) of Boise; and Dan (he's known as Hap, or Happy) of Trout Creek.

    "All the given names were never really used, except for Kenny and Roxie," Bud Jr. says.

    ***

    Bud Sr., who spoke only French and Iroquois when he first started school on the Flathead Reservation, could be a demanding father, Bud Jr. says.

    "He made sure his kids were honest and hardworking," Bud Jr.explains. "He was the hardest-working guy I ever knew, and pound-for-pound, the strongest too. He was almost Superman."

    An ironworker when he wasn't outfitting - "an Iroquois tradition," his oldest son says - Bud Sr. survived a rock slide that took the lives of everyone else on the crew he worked on while Kerr Dam was being constructed.

    "He helped carry one boy out who had two broken legs and internal injuries, who died a couple of days later," Bud Jr. says."Dad went through a lot, and survived a lot, but in some ways he led a charmed life."

    It was best, probably, when Bud Sr. was in his beloved Mission Mountains or the Bob Marshall Wilderness.

    "He spent a lot of time in the Bob, because it was a better place to take guests," Bud Jr. says. "But he loved the Mission Range. He loved every wilderness. He scoured every flank of every mountain, and he loved to share it. If you loved the outdoors, he wanted to show you his backyard."

    The funny thing, for a guy so close to the earth, Bud Jr. says,was his father's fascination with the heavens.

    "He'd say, ‘I sure would like to go with those astronauts into space,' " Bud Jr. says. "Computers and him - he couldn't quite get with that. But outer space fascinated him. He went to school in a horse-drawn wagon, and he watched astronauts go live on space stations. That's a pretty big jump for one lifetime."

    But it was a long one, and a rich one. Vern E. "Bud" Cheff Sr.seemed to leave behind a life to be celebrated more than a death to be mourned.

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