Editor’s Note: This story appeared in the April 1960 issue of Western Horseman.
The other day I took a moment to sit back and relax. Flipping through the TV channels, I spotted a rodeo. All kinds of cowboys in their fancy Stetsons and purple chaps were strutting their stuff. They were riding bad horses and making it look easy. It got me thinking about how long these boys could hold up in a real rodeo?
Some children grow up playing baseball, football, or other sports. Hours upon hours are spent tossing a ball back and forth. But not me. I spent my childhood roping. From age 3 all the way through high school, I was never without a rope. This often drew sneers from little old ladies in church and funny looks from girls on dates but, nevertheless, I was determined to become a roper.
One of the unique aspects of the Black Hills Roundup is the generations of family members who’ve competed in the rodeo and served on its committees. Fay Kennedy, Belle Fourche, South Dakota, has been involved with the event for more than 60 years and has researched and reported its history for all to enjoy.