Day 138
Beth using the
yellow rope on the pillars
to drive her
stagecoach when we lived on Park St.
Seems
we were always able to: Make do!? No
complaints; just an observation.
Beth
was “horse”-crazy nearly all her life; some people like dogs and cats, she
loved horses.
We
sure enough had our share of pets, all kinds, and, better, we had---imagination!
I
had an old yellow braided nylon rope that little Miss Beth commandeered as
“long lines” for her “stage coach” she drove along the owl-hoot trail. She
would tether the thirty foot restraint to one of the wooden pillars on our
front porch, climb aboard the rail on the opposite side and pretend-play out
some western scene in her mind. I sat in the porch swing and encouraged her
fantasy, riding along (metaphorically) to win the west for Truth! Justice! America!
Hmm!?
Wonder where my kids got those “ridiculous” ideas.
That
Beth wanted a horse from early on was no secret. She watched the old T.V.
series Fury with Joey and Pee Wee;
when we took a ride, those boys and Fury came along kicking up the dust
alongside our “modern” chariot. They never missed a single adventure.
She
got that steed, and, several more, over the years. Great life! Thank you! Very much!
Yeah!
I’m sure enough just a “make-do” kind-a guy, I reckon; sure have enjoyed the
trail!
Fear not to
dream; fear only not to dream big enough!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “anything is possible”
Memories!
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