My Dad was always trying to make sure I had everything I needed, not wanted but needed, occasionally hed buy me something my heart really wanted, after 3 hrs of begging and pleading, hed give in, but if he spent that kinda money, Id better use it till the wheels fell off or it didnt work anymore..To start this story off , the first car I remember us having was like the one seen here a 1953 Studebaker..looked the same coming or going, but then we moved on up, to a Hawk, not sure of year model but it was yellow, sorta like this one..now comes the good part, I wanted a horse, not sure why but watching Roy and Gene every Saturday morning I wanted to be a real cowboy..i wanted a horse, my Dad asked around, shopped and over in Arab, Al he found what would be MY horse, it was a Tennessee Walking Horse, not sure at this time what that meant but I wanted it..bad..in route to Arab to view this wonderful magnificent animal that would be mine somehow we went by a car lot, on the corner was a 1956 Ford Stationwagon, tan and white,Country Sedan it said on the side, had western stuff in the seats, oh yeah..western seats, a horse..im a cowboy..he traded for that stationwagon and we came home..no horse..my little heart was crushed..but we had a tan and white Ford stationwagon with western seats, ok, now working on going back to get a horse..i wanna be a cowboy..on Saturday morning we loaded up, me not sure where we were going, sat in the back seat, the western cut back seat and watched the scenery pass by..hey were going to Arab, Al..hang on horse here we come, yep were here, after a few haggling words exchanged we arranged for My horse to be brought to Portersville, Alabama, home, my home..there was a pasture just across the road from our house behind the old rock post office building, we could keep it there, where I could see it everyday..my horse..later that day my dad saddled the horse, I went to mount it with pride, be careful he says, about that time, my horse took off like a Thoroughbred outta the shoot, running at full gait across the pasture over behind the old building, under some low hanging hedge bushes, knocked my fat little no cowboy booty off, hitting the ground with a loud thump, head first..on no..my horse days were over, Roy and Gene ride on..Ill be right over here watching..he sold the horse the next week..my cowboy days were over!!
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 01:23:14 +0000
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