“(horse drawn wagon trips)”
My mother, now 97, rode to school on a horse. The boys left a rifle in their saddle, unless it was raining, and hunted on the way home. If they shot something they ate meat. If not, no meat. When I was young anybody could have bought a gun in K-Mart. No waiting. You could also mail order them from Sears, as I recall. The only restriction was they had a book you had to sign to buy ammo that required a driver’s license. My how times change.
Funny story. When Neil Armstrong was about to step foot on the moon I yelled into the kitchen, “Mom! Come here or you’ll miss it!” She yelled back, “I saw Orville and Wilber Wright perform at the Ohio State fair. This is nothing.”
When I was in the auction business an elderly gentleman from Shrewsbury, PA attended regularly. He knew I was a pilot and loved to tell me about his plane ride with Lindberg when Lindy was a young barnstormer; a while before Spirit of St. Louis.