Grandma Lillie, told stories, of the kinds of things, the boys got up to. How they climbed on the mink shed roof, and slid down, tearing their hands, and clothes on the nails sticking out. She only found out, because they had to come up to the house, to bandage the cuts on their hands.
Then there was the time, Wes put a rope from the attic, which was up two stories, out the window to the ground, for them to shinny down. Only the rope wasn't long enough, so he tied a length of wire in a knot, to the rope, so they could slide down, only to once again cut their hands, on the wire knot. These were typical boyish travails, and no doubt there were many others, just these two seemed to stick in grandma's mind a lot.
I don't think that there were two boys, more suited to each other, for the getting up to mischief, and tho grandma claimed, Wes thought up most of the pranks, I wonder?! It seems to me, Hubert had a very active imagination, as well as dad.
Here are the boys, Hubert on the left, and Wes in shadow, riding a couple of old sawhorses. I wonder what the gadget is, that Wes is holding? He always loved to tinker, and was a wiz at all things mechanical.
I remember playing cowboys and Indians, on sawhorses, when I was about their age, at Grandma Lillies house, they very well could have been, those same sawhorses. But it wasn't long, 'round about when I was ten or eleven, step-dad, Richard Thomas, bought us the real thing, in the shape of two ponies. A tall, skinny, chocolate brown, Welsh pony, named Brinky, and a short, fat, light tan, Shetland pony, named Bronko. The latter being very aptly named. He liked to buck, even if it wasn't more than three inches off the ground. The stories I could tell about those two, and the run around they gave us children.
Brinky, the Welsh, was so bony, he was like riding the ridge-pole of a roof, and Bronko, the Shetland, was so fat, he was like riding a barrel. Both ponies, loved nothing more, than to rake you off on barbed wire fences, run you under the bar, on our homemade swing-set, or run for the tall timber, and try to rake you off, on the nearest tree trunk, or low lying limb. I am here to testify, that I experienced all of those things, and more, at one time or another, from those two blasted ponies, and still can't figure out why, I am not afraid of horses?! Maybe after being drug through barbed wire fences, and dumped off repeatedly by those two, I just became immune to the fear of sudden death?!
I will also confess, that during the barbed wire fence incident, with Brinky, I gave him as good as I got. I don't recommend this, these days, but when he did this to me, with intent to injure, I jumped down off his back, punched him in the side of the head, told him to knock it off, and got back on, and rode away. He never tried to run me through a fence again. I don't know where those two ponies, picked up their bad habits, but I wasn't about to put up with it.
My recommendation is, to know the ponies you buy are well mannered, and well trained, before letting your precious darlings, ride them. We didn't have that luxury. If we wanted to ride, we had to put up with those two, and their capricious, wicked behavior. It's a small wonder, that none of us were maimed or killed.
You can bet grandpa, or grandma, were standing right there, and the boys weren't really playing with it.
It reminds me of this picture of myself and my twin sister Linda, in front of Grandma Lillies house, in Auburn, Washington. See Wes goofing off, and Hubert behaving so nicely?!
Linda on the the left, is clearly behaving, while, like my father, I am acting silly.
This picture, clearly shows, the ultimate difference, between the two of us girls, when we were children. If you notice, my shirt is far from clean, and my hat is festooned with crazy dingle-balls. Meanwhile, Sis is clean as a whistle, and behaving in a proper manner, as befits a picture taking session. Hats off to you Sis, this picture always makes me smile. Can we say, strike a pose?! ha ha ha
Once again Grandma Lillie, is taking the picture. It is in front of her house, that she had in Auburn, Washington, that used to be an old country store, across from the Grange Hall.