Hoss's Birthday

Yesterday was Hoss's 7th birthday. He was so excited! That's what happens when one is 7. Birthday's are a big deal.


I remember my 7th birthday more than most!


My parents had just bought a 1923 Model T Ford car from my dad's uncle. Uncle Clark was a rodeo clown for years and years. He turned this Model T into a bucking car in 1946 and started going down the road making a living. Dad and mom did the same thing for about 9 years.


Anyway, for my 7th birthday party, Dad gave all the girls attending my party a ride in the car. We were all so small we all fit in one trip! I'm not sure how many of us there were, probably 8 or 10. I wonder if any of them remember that ride. I haven't seen some of those girls in a long time. I would imagine that if I saw a picture I might not remember some of their names. How sad is that?

Hoss and I are going to take a trip to the Cowboy Museum gift shop down in the City so he can pick out a book for his present from Aunt Red. He'll probably want a wooden gun that shoots rubber bands instead!


Not gonna happen!