I do not waste any energy in being angry at the pretentious slander directed toward my father, my family or the Bundy family but rather find it quite humorous because such statements are so far from reality that one cannot help chuckle.
The day was beautiful, I almost found a need to take my jacket off. The grounds were quiet. The individuals there were busy in a meeting. Our father was notified his daughters had arrived and out he came from his meeting with open arms and teary eyes.
This is a million words coming from a ‘tuff as nails’ cowboy. Us daughters always have had the power to melt his heart. We all cheerfully embraced and said our hellos after which he gave us a tour of the refuge. He then return to his meeting to prepare for the upcoming press conference scheduled for 11 a.m..
While we waited for the time to pass the kids played in the snow, found bird tracks in the snow, and enjoyed sliding down the packed icy drive way. Not at any point did I worry for the safety of my children. There was such a feeling of peace with a buzz of energy.
Just before the press conference we all gathered in a circle. The audience included five of my siblings, one son-in-law, six of LaVoy’s grandchildren, LaVoy’s parents, LaVoys brother and other key figures in this peaceful protest.
Some words of sentiment was communicated with great emotion and then a word of prayer was offered by LaVoy. We then started the walk up the hill to the press. Half way up the hill reporters began snapping away their cameras. After the press conference we walked back down the hill talking and laughing.
Most of us ate beans for lunch while LaVoy busily welcomed local community members who had traveled the 35 minutes out of city center Burns, to the refuge, to see for themselves what the spirit and atmosphere was like at the refuge. I witnessed cowboys bringing truck loads of supplies and expressing their sentiments. I could see it in these cowboys eyes and hear it in their voice the desire for counsel and encouragement on how they too can face the tyranny they have suffered.
In the kitchen, also known as the mess hall, there was a buzz of energy. There was a few women running the place. One of these fine ladies is from my husband's hometown of Prescott, AZ. She had been there since the beginning. All the food had been donated by local members of Harney County and individuals of neighboring counties as well. There was an abundance of which everyone was in awe and most grateful for.
I am grateful that I traveled to Burns, Oregon to experience the atmosphere of the refuge myself. I do not regret taking my children. There was no danger.
Before traveling to Oregon I fell on my knees and pleaded with the Lord and told Him that I had decided to travel to the refuge and that if I was going to be in harms way to please make it known to me. I then proceeded with my preparations to leave and was filled with peace and assurance that my decision to go was good.
Being there I could not help but feel a sense of calm despite all the uncertainties of a peaceful protest. I hope all you readers can gain some insight from my experience and maybe even consider doing as I have and go and experience it for yourself.