tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299547407989486713.post4358360331554499845..comments2024-01-25T05:21:32.232-07:00Comments on Cowboy Heroes!: By popular request...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11903384630449434849noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299547407989486713.post-75780149987699603122014-05-31T20:40:07.289-07:002014-05-31T20:40:07.289-07:00My name is Eric Jorgenson, my mother is Dorothy E...My name is Eric Jorgenson, my mother is Dorothy Egan. I would like to know more about my aunt Marlene. Thanks. (920) 540-0306 bearcreekcowhorses@gmail.comAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08701429244401526621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299547407989486713.post-68681650795387315262011-12-16T21:58:28.338-07:002011-12-16T21:58:28.338-07:00Jim,
Thanks for this story. My Mom, Marlene was ...Jim,<br /><br />Thanks for this story. My Mom, Marlene was an amazing lady. She did do things like this all the time. It is just great after all these years to be reminded of all the goodness and kindness she did.....I pray I can give that legacy to my daughter and son. Thanks old friend for sharing. Keep doing the good work and sharing inspirational stories.<br /><br />Loretta (DePuy) StormentLorettahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15647379882096032611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299547407989486713.post-9415566719673271242011-11-14T10:38:16.905-07:002011-11-14T10:38:16.905-07:00What a great story Janet. Thanks for sharing.What a great story Janet. Thanks for sharing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11903384630449434849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299547407989486713.post-75600224484983199152011-11-13T17:03:52.629-07:002011-11-13T17:03:52.629-07:00Dear Jim,
I read your post and it started me think...Dear Jim,<br />I read your post and it started me thinking about my first horse adventure. My parents didn't support my quest to ride horses. I had to beg and plead to ride the automated ponies at the front of the grocery store. I held anyone mounted on a horse, hostage for as long as I could just so I could feel or touch a horse. I plastered my face against the car windows when we passed a horse trailer on the highway. Usually I couldn't see very clearly out the window because my dad was a smoker and wouldn't vent the smoke but a little out the front door. <br /> But I remember, I started work at age 11 at the local soft serve ice cream store. My parents bought the adjacent restaurant, and I ran the ice cream part of the store. I was the only one who could pull apart the soft serve machines, clean them, put them back together, and have everything running again within 30 minutes. That was my horse money. I will never forget my first pay check that went to pay for my first horse. It was magic. <br /> Now I'm married to Hoot Dotson and I have to say, we have days when I say, "No more horses!" But I'll never regret paying for hay to watch horse out my kitchen window, or to ride in the early morning, or to know how to ride with the help of a good cowboy...Hoot!Janet Williamsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06038157424666857236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299547407989486713.post-65732967280893704352011-11-13T16:19:45.141-07:002011-11-13T16:19:45.141-07:00I still receive many requests for reprints of this...I still receive many requests for reprints of this article...thanks to all who read my ramblings.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11903384630449434849noreply@blogger.com