A Texas Girl Talks - Life… from a decidedly southern perspective!
Lorena
7 episodes
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Send us a text 1971 - Davis Ranch, Sonora Texas I was six years old and it was shearing day. A large part of our annual income depended on the sale of wool and mohair, but I didn’t know or care about that part of it. My only thought was to get down to the pens as soon as mom would turn me loose when I heard that ancient pickup rattle up the road at daybreak carrying its crew of four or five Hispanic men. Dad would meet the truck at the driver’s side window, briefly conferring w...
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Send us a text 1971 - Davis Ranch, Sonora Texas I was six years old and it was shearing day. A large part of our annual income depended on the sale of wool and mohair, but I didn’t know or care about that part of it. My only thought was to get down to the pens as soon as mom would turn me loose when I heard that ancient pickup rattle up the road at daybreak carrying its crew of four or five Hispanic men. Dad would meet the truck at the driver’s side window, briefly conferring w...
A Texas Girl Talks - Life… from a decidedly southern perspective!
43 minutes
1 year ago
Shane and Barbee Beer -The Art and the Stories
Send us a text Hey Ya’ll, welcome to the latest episode of A Texas Girl Talks! My guests today are R Shane and Barbee Beer, a couple whose lives have been cast by western culture and Shane’s Native American heritage. Sculpted by grit and dreams, horses, cattle and art, their path meandered across New Mexico and Texas, eventually culminating in a quiet and reclusive life on their ranch outside of Hico where Shane writes and creates art in between tending to the demands of ranch life...
A Texas Girl Talks - Life… from a decidedly southern perspective!
Send us a text 1971 - Davis Ranch, Sonora Texas I was six years old and it was shearing day. A large part of our annual income depended on the sale of wool and mohair, but I didn’t know or care about that part of it. My only thought was to get down to the pens as soon as mom would turn me loose when I heard that ancient pickup rattle up the road at daybreak carrying its crew of four or five Hispanic men. Dad would meet the truck at the driver’s side window, briefly conferring w...
