Okay, its time for a Joe Darby Story! This one dates back to the mid to late 50s when Joe and I were in the 8th grade, our last year at Hebron High School before going to Mardela High School. Joe loved horses forever and even though he was short enough to be a jockey he favored the jumpers. Mr. Joe Wright (Phils father) had a farm across the road from Hebron School and Joe would go over and take care of them Mr. Joe. He asked another classmate, Barbara Lloyd (she later married my brother and became a Mills) and I if we would go over and help him feed. Barbara Mills & I being the nice girls we were, jumped at the chance to help our friend Joe. We walked across the road after school and Joe sent Barbara and I out to the field to get the horses while he went up in the barn loft and got the hay and feed ready for them. Now these 5 or 6 horses were all the way down to the other end of the field and when Barbara and I got about half way down we called for them. This was our first time calling horses in so as I recall it went something like this....I made the click click sound with my mouth and we hollered to them Come on horses, its time to eat! Now Joe had not told us how to call them and we thought we were really good because those horses started running towards us so fast it scared us to death! We took off running to the barn as hard as we could run.....screaming and hollering JOE!! JOE!! as loud as we could holler. It was at this point that Barbara, who I thought at the time was my very best friend in all the world, decided to climb over the fence in the middle of the field and leave me with all the horses! Im not going to repeat what I said because I really cant remember but I can just about imagine! Barbara forgot these horses were JUMPERS and they jumped the fence right behind her leaving 2 coming after me and 3 or 4 after her. She learned her lesson immediately. At this point in time, we were almost back to the barn, still hollering JOE! JOE! JOE! and that boy was laying on the floor up in the barn loft laughing himself silly....beating his fist on the floor! By now we are at the pound and the horses jumped that fence and into the barn they went. Just left us standing there like didnt even know we were anywhere around. It took Barbara and I about 30 days to recover from that little episode and I can assure you that Joe never asked us to help without laughing uncontrollable. I remember him telling us that day, If you had stopped running so would the horses....they were only running because you were. Personally I just think they were smart horses and knew what TIME TO EAT meant! So to end this story, please close your eyes and picture two girls running with their heads thrown back and elbows looking like the connection between the wheels on a train! We were moving on out of there. And then think about Joe laying on the floor laughing his butt off while beating his fist on the floor. Thanks for the memories Joe.........nice to be able to share some stories of the good times we have had as children growing up in the great little town called HEBRON.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 02:55:47 +0000
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