|Doesn't everybody have a nerd photo like this?|
|Me at a couple weeks old with mom and dad|
|Mom and me at about 7 months or so|
|Me at about a year. Don't you hate me for having naturally curly hair?|
|Me at about three in VA. I was a terror even then.|
|Can't you just see the attitude even then?|
My very first terror attack on Mom was to bring a baby rattler to her, right into the house.
|Me and sister Carol. She passed last year.|
He threw them over the fence into the VA Hospital grounds so I wouldn't bring them back. The tractor lawnmower ran over them. Oh, well, he didn't know I KNEW. Parents think they can fool their kids, but I KNEW.
The horse, (named Lily) and I, squealing happily, bouncing along in the saddle, made it back to the corral at a dead run, all lathered up. Lily got oats and a rub down.
|If it had four legs and looked like a horse, I was on it.|
|Me with cousin Bill about the age I stole the horse. He had nothing to do with it all.|
So he went over there with the fire engine and the post police and found our horse.
Nothing dead, but it sure smelled worse than death. "Horsey" was returned to the owners and we never saw it again.
You never know when some aging, angry horse owner, now rolling weakly along in his wheel chair is going to show up on my doorstep and simply pound me into oblivion.
Since I kept disappearing a lot, I told my Dad I was "exercising" a neighbor's "Thoroughbred" horse for them. One day he was driving his station wagon down that road and passed right by me.
I saw his brake lights go on and I knew the "gig was up." I waited for censure.
|It didn't matter if the horse was dead as a doornail - I'd still ride it.|
But he let me go on riding that dirty old mule for years. I rode that thing all over the Blue Ridge Mountains, even came upon some Moonshiners and could have been shot. I didn't even have a saddle or bridle.
It's amazing I didn't fall off and crack my thick skull, or get kidnapped or worse. Anything for a horse or something close to one.
Well, I got the A+. But it wasn't from HER!
|Mom, me and nieces. See, I could even screw up a good photo! You can see what she had to put up with.|
|Me at the age when I stole my first horse. Still proud of it. I was definitely "Intrepid."|