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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