Saddle up the horses, let’s go ride in the parade.
Something about a parade that’s always made our heart skip a beat. Photographs indicate our first parade was in conjunction with the ‘54 Territorial Celebration, but we sure remember leading our dog, Gal, in several pet parades a few years later. Once we got a quarter for her being the fattest entry. We always wanted to ride a horse in the parades.
Where’s the canteen on his saddle?
Whatever happened to the well curb cup? Or the gallon glass jug wrapped with a gunny sack? For that matter, where did the insulated Thermos decanter go? Wonder if anybody can remember bending over and using their hand as a cup to get a cool, fresh drink of water out of a pasture spring? Do folks even know what a glass of water is?
Just roll the window down and cool off with nature’s air.
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Make hay when the sun shines.
That common saying is a logical one too, except for those folks who bale at night or in damp conditions “to save the leaves.” Still, most hay is harvested on summer’s hottest and sunniest days. Hay is a cowboy’s crop, other than calves and colts, because livestock needs hay when housed out of pasture or grass becomes extinct.