February 25, 2015
Mother would make these pumpkin pies and set them out on the window sill to cool off and we’d (the kids) would run around to smell them and what a pleasure it was! We could hardly wait to get there, but she knew.
She put them up there and she was smiling.
Pumpkin pies were my favorite! Mother made them for me. Instead of cake I wanted pumpkin pie!
Such a pleasure!
I was hauling bucking horses in my 1980 Ford F700 with a 20 foot stock rack on it. There was a couple of us in the front seat and we had 10-12 horses on the back.
The horses got to fighting and pretty soon they broke a board from the stock rack and it knocked the window out of the truck, but we just kept trucking.
A few miles down the road we were trucking away when I felt this horrible, warm, slick stuff running down the back of my neck. It smelled awful!
My brother, Dennis, I think that is who I was with, slid as far away as he could and I was hugging that steering wheel and trying to get stopped!
I finally got the truck stopped and got that stuff off! Talk about a horrible, unexpected feeling!
I got that board and window fixed at the next town we stopped at!
I had this ol’ gray horse I called Frosty.
I got Frosty into the trailer and took him out to dad’s house. I was going to ride up Bear Creek to Steam Boat and it was spring and it had been raining and it was pretty wet.
So we stopped on a hill on the North Side of the Spence Place and I got Frosty out and he was snorting and blowing his nose and acting pretty humpy and cagey.
Dad was standing there and pretty quick he said, “Does he always act like this?”
I said, “I don’t know, I’ve never ridden him before.”
Dad’s eyebrows just shot up and pretty quick you could see him just step in behind the trailer and watch out the side.
Well I got on Frosty and I turned him around a bit and used him some and got him into a good trot and from then on we had it made!