My skewbald horse 'Blondie' and a pair of toy pearl handled cap guns and a cowboy boyfriend...who could ask for more?
My skewbald horse 'Blondie' and a pair of toy pearl handled cap guns and a cowboy boyfriend...who could ask for more?
Weren’t you the lucky one! I had to pretend I was riding horses. My sister and I had cap guns and we would of course shoot each other and invent all kinds of ways of falling down dead. I lived out in the country on an old old farm (no farming anymore, although my parents had a garden) and we played outside from dawn til dusk.
When we weren’t doing that, we were Indians, with mud paint, leaves for feathers, and made teepees out of branches and fires out of sticks (not real fires, we were too young) and ate berries.
Our Indians and cowboys never crossed paths...
Back in town and just now catching up . . . Love your wonderful photos and memories.