Memorial services for Carolyn Dyer of Crawford, Nebraska will be held on Saturday, February 2, 2013 at 10:30 AM at the Crawford Community Building with Pastor Don Mathis officiating.  Burial will follow at the Lusk Cemetery in Lusk, Wyoming at approximately 2:00 PM.  Carolyn Lee Dyer was born January 13, 1946 to Orville and Mary Robinson in Lusk, Wyoming. Her early years were filled with activities surrounding farm and ranch life. Her father was a horse trainer for Charlie Christian’s race horses and Carolyn and her Aunt Erma, who was like a second mother to her, would spend as much time as they could around the horses. They traveled to Phoenix for horse races and the two of them would sleep in the horse barn snuggled deep in the hay. She became an excellent rider and competed in barrel racing as a young girl. Her cousin Linda remembers watching Carolyn ride her horse in the Niobrara county parade. “She had a white cowgirl outfit with a beautiful white hat and boots. Even though she was young and small, she could certainly handle her horse.”

Her childhood was spent in Lusk, Wyoming, at her grandparent’s two room log cabin homestead, in the breaks north of Lusk. She loved spending time at her Grandparent’s. Carolyn fed the lambs with a bottle, got in trouble for putting Grandma’s head scarf on the lambs, gathered eggs from ornery hens, fed cotton cake to the horses, watched the cows being milked and then begged to churn the milk in the separator (which she was never allowed to do). On Saturday mornings, she rode to town in the back of her Uncle Elwoods’s pickup and delivered milk, cream, and eggs to the dairy. Those nights, her Grandma fired up the wood cook stove in the bunkhouse and heated water for everyone’s weekly bath in a galvanized tub. Carolyn’s Grandma looked at whoever was the dirtiest and they would have to go last because they had to share the water!

Carolyn spoke fondly about her happy memories of the farm. Many of her memories included listening to the wind blow through the pine trees, the sound of the old wire gate banging shut, the smell of lilacs, and the wonderful cool evenings spent out in the yard listening to the frogs and crickets while her Grandpa sat in his chair and smoked his cigar.