I still hold fond memories of buggy rides in the snow.
Our family raised horses and one of the clearest memories growing up was taking the buggy down a one lane gravel road in the winter time. We had a buggy very similar to this one and it was always such a treat as a kid to step up onto the floorboard and sit in the leather tufted seat. The ride was surprisingly soft with the big spring on the front and back of the buggy giving way to each bump or rut in the road.
With the warm coat, sock hat and gloves secure...I was on my way. The horse I usually used for the buggy was BlackJack...a beautiful shiny black stallion with the pride of a an aristocrat. He loved to pull the buggy and with the slightest snap on the reins he would bolt to a trot down the snow covered road. Eyes watering from the brisk air, I would ride for hours. I was too young to drive and this was my ticket to independence...miles away from home. As I look back, I feel so blessed to have an "ideal" childhood...a time of innocence before the tragedies soon to come my way...1963 and the assassination of Kennedy...1968 and the loss of Martin Luther King and
Bobby Kennedy. Things changed from that point forward and my childhood was gone.
That short span of time between the mid-fifties and early sixties was a magical time like no other.
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