Yep, that's me, on a Christmas morning somewhat prior to this one, wearing my coonskin cap and pseudo-buckskin suit, brandishing my Marx flintlock pistol and riding my new red hobby horse. (That blurry thing at the bottom of the photo is a terrycloth b'arskin rug.)
Anyway, that horse was put out to pasture long ago, and I never knew what happened to him until we were reunited this year in a Phoenix antique mall. Here he is, wearing a $119 price tag, and looking just as fit as the first time we rode together. Sadly, I had to leave him behind. He wouldn't fit in my carry-on.
Old Paint, I take it?
ReplyDeleteSounds like that was quite a Christmas, Evan. Only problem is that horse doesn't look like the outdoorsy type.
ReplyDeleteOld Red Paint, I think.
ReplyDeleteSeems to me we did most of our riding in the Wild Frontier of the living room.
Adorable!
ReplyDeleteI don't think my folks spent that much for my toys during my entire childhood.
ReplyDeleteAs for Old Dobbin, I'm sure the shopkeeper would have shipped him to you for a small fee.