Wednesday, November 05, 2008


I saw this picture on Holy Cards for Your Inspiration, I thought it was neat.

I sent it in an email to my Dad, he almost didn't see what he was holding.


steveroni said...

Memories of a "deprived" childhood: I had my own horse on our 400-acre farm near Cincinnati. Saddle, etc., all the accoutrements. And I'd ride way back to the third pasture, a thirty-acre mecca for little boys who wish to camp out, be alone, and survive on peanut butter sandwiches with jelly, milk, cookies (and accoutrements--I like that word!).

Thanks again! NOTE: When ya get my age, ya can comment with a personal experience on almost anything.

steveroni said...

Please, I need your permission (or do I?) to publish the cowboy photo on my blog tonight. Please say OK!

Since you are already on my 'blogroll' I'll certainly mention this site, but I cannot actually link people to you, because we are an anonymous alcoholic recovery community. With Traditions. Which are good. (And I'm chicken--would make lots of enemies, and hurt my credibility as a "trusted servant"!)

EC Gefroh said...

There is an award for you on my blog.

Anonymous said...

There is something quite spiritual about the relationship between a vaquero and his horse. I enjoyed the picture -- it reminded me of my childhood, too. Thanks for posting it.

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