The very first thing I recall my father making for me with his hands was a horse.
Mind you it was a just a saw horse made of old two by four lumber with
reins of rope and stirrups made from two pastry blenders turned
upside down; a mop got the tails job. Oh I loved it so because
it was a surprise from him. I don't quite remember what
the head looked like but I suppose it had one.
The reins had to lead somewhere. How
many kids have wanted a pony but
never got one I couldn't say. I
did though, and never even
asked for it! How great
a thing is that? I'm
not sure what
happened to
that horse
but I will
always
have
my
dad.
Fathers Day 2013
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