I am writing this for my Mother, Jackie Reaume. She has ridden horses her whole life and does not have one memory that does not include animals (in one way shape or form). When I was in High School (I am 41 and graduated in 1986....you do the math) she was given an orphaned cow whose mama had given birth to twins. As probably most of you know, that usually means one of the babies does not get the nutrional content it needs from mom. So, the rancher gave my mom the baby. You would have to know her, but my mother is one of those people that gives up her own food so that her animals can eat....AND she also is very eccentric in how she names her animals (which she does....ALL OF THEM!). So after very tedious consideration she came up with a name for this new addition to our home ( and believe me when I say "OUR HOME" since she kept it in there in order to bottle feed it 24/7)....she named her "Baby ZMOO" (pronounced ZaMoo). It did not take my mother long to realize that this had to be her next step into the animal world. She still loved her horses, but she became so much happier when she had something new to take care of. At that time in our life, she was about my age, we lived in Northern Texas (Vernon, to be exact) and she had Epsom-Barr Virus, which took her down pretty bad, but she had a new challenge now and she was not going to slack off.
So, the obvious next step (when the time was right) was to breed baby Zmoo, which she did. And thus started a new life for my mom. Pretty soon we had babies all over the place (remember....they ALL had names, which of course I NEVER remembered...even though they were family). Well, as all Ranchers/Farmers know, she became in hock with the bank up to her eyeballs, but she did not care. She spent each and every day outside with them, talking to them and they even came when she drove up, no matter how far away in the pasture they were. She had (and still does have) this amazingly high-pitched scream (she calls it her "call") and they came to it every time. I never really knew why because it is hideous, but it is her trade-mark. I have always thought that they came just so she would stop, but that is just my opinion.
So, 25 years went by and with droughts and thefts, she was getting deeper and deeper into trouble. She worked 2 jobs from bright and early in the morning to the middle of the night and in-between she came home and fed the herd (which at times was over 150). Every penny she earned went to feed these family members and the rest went to the bank, but it was never enough. She started losing everything...her truck (which she gave back to the bank to put towards the note), money from credit cards, my sister and I....ANYTHING to help her because we all knew if she lost this herd, it would be the end of her. And that is exactly what happened. The economy being what it is, she lost her jobs and in a tiny farm town, there were no other jobs for her to support her family. I have to give it to the bank...they did everything they could and held out as long as possible, but this past February, she lost everything. I can't imagine anything harder, its like she lost one of her children. SHE HAS NEVER RECOVERED!.
It kills me everytime I talk to her (which is daily....sometimes several times a day) because here is a woman who has never asked anything out of life and takes on everything given to her like a trooper. The whole county knows her and knows if they have a stray dog or cat that she will take it in, so on an average she has 7-10 dogs and too many cats to count. And as I said before, they ALL eat before she does. But, all she has ever wanted out of life is to have a little home where she could raise her animals with all the love her Texas-Sized heart can give, and it was all taken from her.
So, a few months ago, my sister got in touch with Jamie Williams, a well-known photographer, and wrote the letter (attached). Jamie then gave it to Jeff Hildebrant from Encore Western Channel who took my sister's letter and wrote a poem about my mom (also attached).
I am hoping that someone will see this and maybe have a thought or two about it. I know in my heart that my goal would be that someone would see this and say "please come live on my ranch and bring your animals and help me take care of mine", but that is probably not realistic, BUT.....
So, I will send this out into the cosmos and see what happens. I would love hearing from anyone with any thoughts, no matter what they are.
With all of my appreciation,
Sincerely,
Rachelle Reaume
Proud daughter of Jackie Reaume
Texas
