So here I am with my first horsey rides; my grandpap, Teofil was not a woodworker but somehow somewhere with help from his friends he made this rocking horse for me. It doesn't look like much today but it was really all I needed to keep myself entertained and then some. My Uncle Carl who was the artist of the family painted it. In this first photo I am on my premier ride, the year is early 1946, flowers in bloom to the side in this very Sepia small print that my grandparents and later my aunt kept framed over the years, though much is faded on it. They said I had just begun walking all about and this was my next challenge. They said I had a grand time but they had to put the horse away into a corral else I would climb on it when someone wasn't around and they did not want me to hurt myself. I was about 16-17 months old in this first photo. It must have been a cool spring day because I was dressed in bonnet and coat.
Funny thing is I remember having this wooden rocking horse, I wonder what ever became of it? It was quite rudimentary but no one could have convinced me of that.
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| Me about 2 1/2 years old...1947, same horse This girl loved the ride There were no fancy get ups yet, no hats, no chaps. |
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| 1947 same as above, better view of the horse |
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What a wonderful rocking horse hand made for you. I loved cowboys and horses from an early age too and had a Hopalong Cassidy outfit.
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely rocking horse.
ReplyDeleteWe can see from the side on view why you thought that rocking horse was so nice.
ReplyDeleteEven without a fringed skirt and holster, you made a sweet cowgirl. Ride 'em! Such a sweet memory of how much you loved your rocking horse
ReplyDeleteThe horse doesn't look like much from the front, but the side view is great. The painted features give it a real personality.
ReplyDeleteGreat horse! My father built one for me out of a nail keg...I even named it! Did you name this one?
ReplyDeleteAs Postcardy said, once you see the side of the horse it really is a nice horsie & if it rocked well, no wonder you were so fond of it.
ReplyDeleteVery nice rocking horse. My sister and I had to be content with saw horses with closeline and pillow saddles.
ReplyDeleteA gift made with love and still giving pleasure all these years later through your happy memories.
ReplyDeleteI've only been on horseback once and then not for very long before I bit the dust. I'm sure I could have managed a rocking horse like yours.
ReplyDeleteYou looked like you were holding on for dear life in the first photo, but by the second you were a true cowgirl! How wonderful to have the memories of this gift!
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ReplyDeletesometimes I wish Blogger had a simple"thanks" "like" or thumbs up such as Facebook. Bu to answer, yes I name it "horsey" because in my babbling stage that's what I remember them callin it, sounded good to me. Sure was a great ride as I grew into it. Many years later in CA those reak life horses were tough to mount and way high up there to me... Thanks all.
My grandmother would have "pinched" your cheeks as she said how cute you were. Oh, but those Sepia photos are treasures! Kinda envy your ability to ride. Love horses from afar but not to ride.
ReplyDeleteI was always deeply envious of anyone with a rocking horse and yours looks like a mighty fine steed. Charming photos.
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