Last night when I couldn't fall asleep , with all these thoughts running through my mind.{ Why they don't run through in the day when I have nothing to do , I will never understand.} I thought of all the gifts I have received over my fifty years Only a hand few stand out. One was my dog Annie. Marty got her for me over twenty years ago. Oh how I loved that dog. Thinking about her made me want to cry , so I quickly changed that thought, to my horse my parents got me when I was 11 years old. I rode that horse everyday, every where I went I was on horse back. My friend Kathleen also had a horse , so every week I was able too, we were riding the Chisom trail, the Rio Bravo, The great divide. Remember I was only 11 so really we never really left Pilot Hill area, but in our minds it was a vast desert, a rocky mountain , a raging river.
Then my thoughts changed to remembering my stick horses. I never had one of those sticks with a horses head on it, mine was always my moms worn out straw broom. The straw part was the tail and the the end that hung up on the wall was where I looped my reins through. By the power of MAGIC , my broom was my trusty steed. I would jump on that horse and away I would go, there was never a creek too wide we couldn't jump or a hill to steep .That stick horse took me to any where my imagination could think to go. We out rode the cowboys chasing us , the sheriff, and we always caught the bad guys. Some times I was lucky enough to have a pack mule name Broken Hoe. I would ride off into the wilds and find more gold then my old broken hoe mule could carry.
I would sneak my Trusty Steed into the camping gear when ever I could, so that at least I would have a horse to ride. Sometimes I had to use my backup horse called " My Mind" , when my mom would find my Trusty Steed and unpack it.Some times I think they knew it was there and let me bring him anyway. Yes all my stick horses were wild stallions. I had to break in myself. Sometimes when I got back from camping trips I would find that my horse suffered a broken leg, and had to be put down. Oh the horror of it. I would be stuck riding the mule. But soon enough I would come home from school and find I new Trusty Steed for me. Joy again and I was off onto a another adventure.
My brothers had stopped making fun of me , long before I retired my last trusty steed, and sometimes they would join me in robbing the stage coach. Or hanging my little brother after a long horse chase. { I got a great story about hanging my little brother J, but that's for another time}. When I got my real horse Coco it was time to put my Trusty Steed out to pasture. I will never forget the fun I had or the places I rode to , even if they were only in the pastures behind the house, and the occasional trip to Nevada , Arizona deserts.
Wow crazy night thought that keep me awake are sometime a welcome memory of a friend from the past.
P.S. shortly after this photo was taken , my mom took back my steed and it became a broom again.
But for a moment there it was my Trusty Steed..
Well that's it for the days Catting over coffee. Maybe next time I would will tell you about my dancing teacher, " MOP' Pet".
Till my next talking, Peace and Happiness.
Tanta Opa.
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