alacowman1
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Heard he just past away..really enjoyed his poems and sense of Humor.
Baxter Black
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Thoughts and prayers to his family.
Loved his sense of humor about every day things we do.
He will be greatly missed.
Loved his sense of humor about every day things we do.
He will be greatly missed.
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That's sad news. Always enjoyed his work.
faster horses
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Sad for sure. He hadn't been well for some time, I understand.
He brought a lot of laughter and fun wherever he went.
RIP, Baxter. We will miss you.
He brought a lot of laughter and fun wherever he went.
RIP, Baxter. We will miss you.
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greybeard
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He was a man of the land and brought a unique insight to both the vet end of things and humanity in general. The Hoodoo cow and his Wabi Sabi (beauty in imperfection) segments were my favorites.
CowboyRam
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My personal favorite.
The Oyster
The sign upon the café wall said OYSTER: fifty cents.
"How quaint," the blue-eyed sweetheart said with some bewildermence,
"I didn't know they served such fare out here upon the plain."
"Oh, sure," her cowboy date replied, "We're really quite urbane."
"I would guess they're Chesapeake or Blue Point, don't you think?"
"No ma'am, they're mostly Hereford cross . . . and usually they're pink
But I've been cold, so cold myself, what you say could be true
And if a man looked close enough, their points could sure be blue!"
She said, "I gather them myself out on the bay alone.
I pluck them from the murky depths and smash them with a stone!"
The cowboy winced, imaging a calf with her beneath,
"Me, I use a pocket knife and yank 'em with my teeth."
"Oh my," she said, "You're an animal! How crude and unrefined!
Your masculine assertiveness sends a shiver down my spine!
But I prefer a butcher knife too dull to really cut.
I wedge it in on either side and crack it like a nut!
I pry them out. If they resist, sometimes I use the pliers
Or even Grandpa's pruning shears if that's what it requires!"
The hair stood on the cowboy's neck. His stomach did a whirl.
He'd never heard such grisly talk, especially from a girl!
"I like them fresh," the sweetheart said and laid her menu down
Then ordered oysters for them both when the waiter came around.
The cowboy smiled gamely, though her words stuck in his craw
But he finally fainted dead away when she said, "I'll have mine raw!"
The Oyster
The sign upon the café wall said OYSTER: fifty cents.
"How quaint," the blue-eyed sweetheart said with some bewildermence,
"I didn't know they served such fare out here upon the plain."
"Oh, sure," her cowboy date replied, "We're really quite urbane."
"I would guess they're Chesapeake or Blue Point, don't you think?"
"No ma'am, they're mostly Hereford cross . . . and usually they're pink
But I've been cold, so cold myself, what you say could be true
And if a man looked close enough, their points could sure be blue!"
She said, "I gather them myself out on the bay alone.
I pluck them from the murky depths and smash them with a stone!"
The cowboy winced, imaging a calf with her beneath,
"Me, I use a pocket knife and yank 'em with my teeth."
"Oh my," she said, "You're an animal! How crude and unrefined!
Your masculine assertiveness sends a shiver down my spine!
But I prefer a butcher knife too dull to really cut.
I wedge it in on either side and crack it like a nut!
I pry them out. If they resist, sometimes I use the pliers
Or even Grandpa's pruning shears if that's what it requires!"
The hair stood on the cowboy's neck. His stomach did a whirl.
He'd never heard such grisly talk, especially from a girl!
"I like them fresh," the sweetheart said and laid her menu down
Then ordered oysters for them both when the waiter came around.
The cowboy smiled gamely, though her words stuck in his craw
But he finally fainted dead away when she said, "I'll have mine raw!"
Walking W
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The wife and I spend the evening listening to many Baxter Black poems and stories.
I didn't know until yesterday that he was an undergrad ag major at New Mexico State in Las Cruces, NM where I was born and raised. He was a big supporter of the New Mexico Farming and Ranching Heritage Museum there. He possessed an uncommon degree of common sense.
Lucky_P
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I once spent an evening drinking beer, picking guitar, and singing with Baxter at the Alpha Psi veterinary fraternity house in Auburn AL... back around 1982...
A night - and a fellow - I'll never forget. Rest easy, pardner.
A night - and a fellow - I'll never forget. Rest easy, pardner.
that is a wonderful musem isn't it? his place in Benson is about 10 miles from me.
Walking W
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This was just posted on a Las Cruces, NM memories page. It's Baxter Blacks school and class pictures from Mesilla Park school in the Las Cruces NM school district. As you can see, segregation was not a thing in New Mexico long before it was forcibly stopped in other places. It would difficult to decide who to segregate from whom when the majority of the population are hispanic. In some ways, it was a very healthy environment in which to grow up.
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