Rodney Nelson lived on a ranch near Almont, Nort' Dakota, with his family. He raised some cattle, wrote a newspaper column "Up sims Creek,", a few books of the same name, lots of poetry -- and participated in a lot of rodeos, calf ropin' mostly, the way I heard tell.
Rodney was a good -sized man, with a good sized sense of humor and a wonderfully entertaining poetic sense. I have his book, "Up Sims Creek: The First 100 Trips," signed by him. His signature was a caricature he drew of himself, in pencil, alongside a scribbled name.
There's a picture postcard/letter in it too, of him and his family, that he sent me in reply remarking about our 'short' meeting at the Oklee Cafe. He wrote, "We'll have to visit again sometime."
Sadly, I guess that'll never happen, because he died on October 28, this year. His close friend, Lyle Bakke, of Flom, Minnesota, emailed me about it on that fateful day. This is a link to one of Rodney's poetry presentations at the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering last year on December 6th. But don't stop with just this one . . . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7aY343u6K40
Rodney passed away Wednesday, Oct. 28, 2020, at Sanford Hospital in Bismarck after a short battle with Stage IV liver cancer.
Rodney Rolf Nelson was born on May 17, 1949, to Farrel and Martha Nelson. He grew up on the family ranch in Towner. He attended North Dakota State University. Rodney married Teri Olson on Aug. 25, 1980. They raised two kids, Annika and Lafe, on the ranch at Sims. Rodney was a rancher, brand inspector, cowboy poet, and rodeo competitor. He loved his grandsons, Haakon, Sigurd, and Tollef.
He is survived by his wife, Teri, Sims; daughter, Annika Plummer, Dickinson; son, Lafe (Sara) Nelson, and their children, Haakon, Sigurd, and Tollef; sisters, Genevieve (John) Skogberg, Belle Fourche, S.D., and Julie (Chuck) Cannon, Rochester, Minn.; brother, Orrin (Donna) Nelson, Towner; and several nieces and nephews.
This would have made a good eulogy for him. I listened to the poem - reminds me of "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert Service. You probably already know it - its first lines are below:
ReplyDeleteThere are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Link: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45081/the-cremation-of-sam-mcgee