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Cowboys around the Hoodlum Wagon, Spur Ranch, Texas, 1910
Judging by the saddle style, this unidentified cowboy was working in the late 1870s or 1880s. In his holster, he carries a Colt model 1873 single action revolver with hard rubber grips, and he has looped his left arm around a Winchester model 1873 carbine in a saddle scabbard. On the back of the photo is the light pencil inscription “Indian fighter.”
Snow Tunnel ~ On the Ouray and Silverton Toll Rd ~ Colorado ~ 1888
1899 Concord, Michigan “Buggy & Wagon Shop”
Thankful someone took the time to photograph this type of beauty – April 1937. Buttermilk Junction, Martin County, IN.
1887 – West Center Street, Anaheim, California. Now we have Disneyland here!
Moser’s Guns, Banjos, and Mules at the Livery stable in East Tennessee around 1890.
In 1906, a massive magnitude 7.9 earthquake ruptured the entire San Andreas Fault in Northern California. That is a huge running crack in the ground. Now they are building houses right on the line as fast as the boards can be delivered. Hmmmm…
This is what real cowboys looked like in 1887. Not as fancy as on TV, huh!
Some of the toughest, bravest people we know of. They gave it their all to go west and start a new life. This wagon train is in eastern Colorado in 1880.
This moose team belonged to W.R. (Billy/Buffalo Bill) Day. They were found by a Metis near Baptiste Lake in 1910 and were reared by bottle and broken to drive by Mr. Day at Athabasca Landing during the winter of 1910. Mr. Day and the moose team hauled mail and supplies.
In the American Civil War, soldiers were required to have at least four opposing front teeth, so that they could open a gunpowder pouch. Some draftees had their front teeth removed to avoid service. In our day they just jumped the border into Canada.
(mostly Yankees, I’ll bet)
Here we have a tired old prospector during the Klondike Gold Rush.
Lulu Parr – Her skill with the gun caught the attention of Pawnee Bill, who signed her to his show in 1903. She left that show but came back in 1911. By that time, Pawnee Bill had joined Buffalo Bill’s show. Buffalo Bill was so in awe of Lulu’s willingness to ride unbroken ponies that he presented her with an ivory-handled Colt single-action revolver, engraved with “Buffalo Bill Cody to Lulu Parr—1911.” A KIND OF PARR FOR THE COARSE?
View from the driver’s seat of a 40 mule team. These rigs were used to haul Borax out of Boron, CA and then loaded onto railroads for manufacturing. All this so you could do the laundry! Man, that’s a lot of horses!
Hoops had to be removed before taking your seat in a carriage and then they were hooked onto the back of the carriage.
Omaha Board of Trade in Mountains near Deadwood, SD April 26, 1889. It was created in 1889 by Grabill, John C. H., photographer. The picture presents procession of stagecoaches loaded with passengers coming down a mountain road.
This is a stunning photograph from 1862. The image shows a horse-drawn Civil War ambulance crew removing the wounded from a battlefield.
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                   A poem to which we can relate
                                           I remember the corned beef of my
Childhood            And the bread that we cut with a knife,
                                When the Children helped with the housework,
                                 And the men went to work not the wife.

                                The cheese never needed a fridge,
                                 And the bread was so crusty and hot,
                                 The Children were seldom unhappy,
                                 And the Wife was content with her lot.

                                 I remember the milk from the bottle,
                                 With the yummy cream on the top,
                                 Our dinner came hot from the oven,
                                 And not from a freezer; or shop.

                                 The kids were a lot more contented,
                                 They didn’t need money for kicks,
                                 Just a game with their friends in the road,
                                 And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

                                 I remember the shop on the corner,
                                 Where biscuits for pennies were sold
                                 Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?
                                 Or is it….I’m just getting Old.
Bathing was done in a wash tub,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.

I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren’t heard of
And we hadn’t much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.

Author, Unknown

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