A US Supreme Court justice and her brother recall three generations of their family on a Southwestern attle ranch.
Most any place provides better grazing than the sparse, open high desert country south of the Gila River on the border of Arizona and New Mexico. It was no country for sissies, then or now. Making a living there takes a great deal of hard work and considerable luck. Our family stayed there for 113 years.
H.C. Day, our grandfather, was a New Engender — shrewd, conservative, careful with his money, intelligent, not afraid to tackle new ventures. He worked on the family farm in Coventry, Vt., until 1865, when he turned 21. Then, a free man, he opened a general merchandise store on the Canadian border, some 10 miles north of Coventry. He made a nest egg and moved west to Wichita, Kan., a central hub in the westward expansion. In 1879, at age 35, he married Alice Edith Hilton.
The following year our grandfather decided to take advantage of the availability of public lands for the grazing of livestock in the New Mexico Territory. H.C. bought a herd of cattle in Mexico and put them on a parcel of land. The Mexican cattle were branded on the left hip with a B lying down flat. A brand lying down is called "lazy." Lazy B Ranch it became, and so it remained.