Dean hired a photograph to come to the ranch lands so they would always remember,  when Weldon was gifted with his first horse. The scenes were filmed on one of the early reels of a movie camera.

The photographer looked about him only to believe he could not catch the true beauty of this home on the prairie. What was it?  What is this feeling about these lands?  There was no way it could be shown at the time.  The breezes always, were  forever moving. They  seemed  like a woman,  who might brush against him and even lightly kiss his cheek. How could he catch that emotional sensation on film?  Neither could the camera  perceive the strength of the Osage woman,  who was standing at the top of the rock steps of the porch.  He knew she would come across simply as a female,  who was a bit  too large,  dressed in a very plain house dress.  He was wrong through. Her bearing of dignity he captured even though the severity of the hairstyle and dress made no attempt to portray only shallow style. The man searched for a way to make the record one that didn’t look to be just  any place on a barren prairie.  And then, there was the purity of the environment.  Even strangers said they wished the air could be bottled and taken home with them. No wonder this family felt no loneliness out here on these expanses. The pulling and tugging of the wind behaved  like a friend, or at other times, a playmate, and again,  a tormentor.  As the light changed while shining through clouds, there were painted  shadows  upon  the grreen of the ground,  which was a mighty expression of the sky’s part to play upon a stage of bluestem grass. The reel was in a brown tone with none of the ravishing colors actually there.  The photographer felt helpless because he couldn’t capture the blue haze, or the color of azure, hanging over the meadow. What he should have known  was that the eyes of love through the beholder made the film a success and was totally acceptable to the family.

Weldon rode his pony, endlessly,  round and about the acre of enclosed, chainlink fenced yard, down the long entry way, but was warned not to go on the road. The rocked surface of that road wasn’t a good place  to ride, he was told.  Eighty acres of prairie around the place provided enough room for the boy to enjoy his Shetland.

            He learned about taking care of the leather with saddle soap, and after it was cleaned to hang it on a rack in the hay barn. Over the  years, a collection of saddles would be added, even an English saddle was hung there so, Mariah could practice her jumps on her thoroughbred.

Bertha watched and stayed with her son’s activities and finally gave in to the realization that Weldon would, indeed,  learn the ways of the cowboys. It was inevitable,  especially since, he doggedly followed the steps of this one or the other while he watched  them as they worked the cattle. Just as his ancestors before him were ranching people so was Weldon being groomed,  simply through association and observation.