Walking the Fence Line
Bonnie Bird

A Dollar Bill and a Stamped Envelope

Posted Tuesday, March 15, 2011, at 6:45 PM
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    Right on target, I remember as a kid working the local country farms, bringing in the hay from the field which was very heavy then putting it on the wagon and then into the barn, also cleaning the chicken houses (nasty job). I got a big 1 dollar an hour with the hay and figured I was rich. Moved on later as a teenager working part time in a gas station, that was a lot easier. but still work dealing with fixing flat tires and no machines then just 2 tire irons and a rubber hammer. I wasn't told to do it, I did it because I wanted the extra money that my parents couldn't afford to just up and give me. Be nice if kids today had to learn just what the dollar is all about and how to earn it.

    -- Posted by Eagle_eye on Wed, Mar 16, 2011, at 5:41 AM
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    Kudos to you Bonnie, great story.

    And EE, you also. As a kid growing up, I was lucky...and I knew it. I had a horse! A horse! Had always been my dream, and I was blessed. I also had a cheap little halter and rope, and a cheaper bridle, and 1 curry comb. I didn't have a clue they were cheap at the time....I just knew they were mine. I only as an adult realized how cheap those were, once I acquired what I had as an adult. I still have that 1 curry comb. And ya know, they are made exactly the same now. I also remember one time, my Dad took me to the old "Roberson's Cowboy Supply" It was on Airbase road. I suppose I showed a lack of interest in what I considered bulky saddles, so we left. It wasn't til years later that it hit me that my Dad had been in there to buy me a saddle! I asked him about that, and he said I didn't seem to want, which I'm sure made him happy. I rode that horse with a twine around her neck and bareback....with my feet bare also all around this town. Me and Christi Stoecker rode in more than one parade in pin striped overalls and barefeet, just because we could.

    I was happy, my horse was happy..... I didn't need money.

    Later I decided I might need money, so I got a job flagging for crop dusters all hours of the nights and days. I think we were paid 1.90 an hour. But if you work nearly 24 hours a day, that adds up!

    ahhhhhhhhhh....good memories....


    -- Posted by jessiemiller on Wed, Mar 16, 2011, at 9:31 AM
  • I remember Roberson's. Ah! the smell of leather.

    I liked riding bareback better than using a saddle too.

    Thank you everyone.

    -- Posted by KH Gal on Wed, Mar 16, 2011, at 10:31 AM
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