A Quick Look Back

Tonight, I was looking through an old photo album I have, and just found again.  There were a few pictures I thought I might share with everybody.  Kel, “the eldest” sibling, is often commenting, and talking about the horses we had.   When we were growing up, we had five horses.  They each had a unique personality, and none of them seemed to like me very much.  One of them even gave me a black eye when I was in 1 st. or 2 nd. grade.  I suppose it may have been because I was young, and not paying attention when I waked up behind him.  He kicked me a good one, and somehow I managed to roll with it.  I ended up down by those trees you can see beyond the horses, my eye swollen shut.   

This view is off the back of the house, where we had a stone patio my father made.  On the left side of the picture, you can see a little building.  That was a miniature A frame that Dad fixed up for us all to play in.   You can see the grass

in the yard is very green, not a common sight in a semi arid region. Dad

and Mom put a lot of work into our yard.  I can remember hauling horse manure to spread on the lawn for fertilizer, and setting the sprinkler out all the time.  I think we may have watered the lawn more than anyone in town.  The second picture shows the A frame just a little better, and a little snow to help cool you off from the summer heat.  Yes that was me on my faithful stead, my fancy bicycle.   I think it even had one of those banana seats.

We always had rabbits, I’m not sure when that started, because it was before my time.  All of us were pretty involved with the 4H, and I am sure this was some event or gathering for that.  beside me is our faithful dog, Poochie, who “followed” Kel home one day, and was never very far from us kids.  If you notice in the background, there is an old yellow horse trailer.  Beside that was an old military jeep, and an old grey Chevy pickup.  These three vehicles, spawned more adventures in our youthful imaginations than you would believe.   The jeep had become a rocket ship, taking us all to outer space, and “our” first landing on the moon.  We had African safari’s, explored the arctic circle,  and just about anything our minds would dream up.  It always amazed me, for a Jeep that was up on cinder block, it sure went a lot of places. 

One final picture to add some cooling to the summer heat.


shadow said...

gosh, it looks like you grew up on a movie set... from the wild west, undiscovered and untouched.

TWM said...

Never got a black eye from a HORSE. A few horses asses but never a horse.

jessie said...

great pics. i remember a few snows like that in Colorado Springs -- and i too had a bike with a banana seat!
thanks for sharing :)

lilly said...

Love the photos Eric and it looks like you had a great childhood, bikes, horses,space and a great family. That final photo looks like a Christmas card. Love your rabbit. Good to see you back blogging.

mycomedyplus@att.net said...

What a bunch of great memories. Well, not the black eye part, but the rest.

Have a terrific day. :)

soulMerlin said...

Hi Eric ~ That was really entertaining. :) You were very lucky I think, not to lose an eye from that horse kick. You look so young :) I love looking through photos from my past. Liz showed me some a few days ago, that I hadn't seen for around 40yrs (eeek!)

thanks for a good read


Eric S. said...

Thanks Shadow, it was a great place, wild and free. Now though, as everywhere else, things have changed. Our old horse pasture is all houses and subdivision roads. So different! 8-)

Eric S. said...

I've gotten few bruises from some horses asses too, LOL. Loved your story on how you got your name, that was awesome. 8-)

Eric S. said...

Hey Jessie, we were north and weest of C. Springs. and just a tad higher, 10,000 feet. I think we all had those darn biles back then, LOL.

Eric S. said...

Hey Lilly, it's great to be back. I was suffering blog withdrawal there for a while. Yes I have to agree with you. I had it pretty darn good. Mom alway took some pretty good pictures, and she loved to get out after a fresh snow, before anyone had tramped through the pristine cover.

Eric S. said...

LOL, I don't know, even the black eye has it's merits. Thanks and you have a great day also. 8-)

Eric S. said...

Hi Henry, I have to agree, luck had a very big part in it. I think I got off so easy, because somehow I managed to roll away and with the kick. I know what you mean, when I saw the photo's, that was my first reaction, "I look so young".

It is fun to go back through the old photos once in a while. God knows what other pictures I have laying around. ;)

Cloudia said...

Wow! You are a real western boy! Cute on that hot bike too ;-)


Eric S. said...

LOL, yep a real Westerner. 8-)

Kel said...

I got a package of photos from Mother too. Whew, boy oh boy what a trip back in time, eh?

Yes, I believe that first photo is of my dearest equine friend, Tonka Sah, and the is Bay Lady, the grand old cranky gal that taught me how to ride (Full attention on the riding else one lands in the cactus, or in the watering tub, or the mud of the creek, or gasping for breath on one's butt in the dirt after being handily rubbed from her back by the branch of a pine tree.

I think the only one of kids that spent less time with the horses than you did was Tinaleigh. Of course, that may have been because I so craftily conspired with them to have her on her butt in the dirt as often as I found myself there. [wicked evil sister laughter drifts through the echoey halls]

For myself, no amount of bruising to backside or pride would keep from the potential thrill of a pell-mell gallop across the pasture---leaping the rain-swollen creek; or up in the hills on the abandoned mine roads, clinging in wild and hectic joy to a horse's mane, bareback, imagining myself an indian scout fleeing the rage of hoodwinked cowboys or cavalry.

I too have many very found memories of the grand adventures we had in that old jeep.

AngelBaby said...

My Husband grew up on a large ranch here in California. When we were married we moved out to the ranch and raised our children there. This post reminds me of the kids when they were growing up on the ranch. Boy, did they have great imaginations too. Thanks for sharing this.

Love and Blessings,

Eric S. said...

I remeber Bay Lady trying to brush dad off with a convenient tree limb a few times. She was a devilish thing that girl. Didn't she jump the gate with Chris one time, trying to unseat her?

That old jeep, what can I say except the imaginative adventure it fueled were so much fun.

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Eric S. said...

ANgelBaby, I'm so glad I was able to stir some memories for you. I think these days kids don't use their imagination as much as we did. But then we didn't have 200 TV channels, and tons of video games to play.

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GP said...

wow.. dont you love stirring up memories from photogs you "find"... great shots

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Eric S. said...

Yep, it is a blast GP. I love to go through old photo album that have been sitting around or off in storage. You never know what you'll find. 8-)

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Kel said...

P.S. That first photo caught my eye again today. The fat and sassy gleam of summer-grasses-shined coat and smooth flank of the ponies in the photo (Tonka and his half-brother Weshad I think) certainly match the sun-darkened flanks of your eldest sister, exposed by the WAY too short shorts so "fashionable" at the time (mid 1970s).

Imagine that same distance though (the photo being taken from the back porch, looking across the road to the pasture and water trough) at 30 degrees below zero, with 70-mile-an-hour winds, and that same tallish, gangly, young woman wrapped head to toe against the bitter (potentially deadly) cold as she struggles her way along the treacherously slippery path with 5-gallon buckets of hot water for the horses in each hand straining against muscle and sloshing maddeningly every other step.

On the REALLY bad storm days, when the blowing snow in full white-out mode made that transit genuinely potentially deadly: I had a rope that Dad had bolted to the back porch door that I would tie around my waste, or tie to my belt, before heading out on my daily watering chore so that I could make my way back to the house by following the rope if I got turned around and lost my way off the path in the storm.

It took 3 to 4 trips, with two buckets full of water, each night to water the horses. Dad would do it during the worst of the storms, if he was home before dark. I wonder sometimes how much, or how little, those years shaped my general outlook on work and duty.

Kel said...

P.S.S. Nah, on second look, I think the pony on the right is MeHorse, but I still think the pony on the left is Weshad. And good grief kiddo, no wonder you got a shiner once (hoof gifted), you're walking WAY too close to Weshad's backside in the photo. *wink*

Eric S. said...

I always had a habit of walking to close behind the horses. Just stubborn and hardheaded I guess. I do remember the storms, quite well, and the effort to feed and care for the ponies.

I think Dad infused his work ethic on us quite well. I am still a workaholic, with no cure in sight. I recall with vivid clarity working at the station, 7 days a week. After school, I would do my homework at Mom's desk until completed, then work through closing. The vicious storms when we had to pump gas, or change tires out on the drive because the shops were both full. Grand times indeed, and I'm not being sarcastic. I loved it, even thrived on it. :)

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