Karisma and Kids, set the rules this week; here they are.
"I want you to take a trip down memory lane, and keep right on going, right back to your childhood. And I want to hear "THAT STORY". You remember the one? Yes, you do! The one your parents, siblings, extended family or friends, would never let you forget, live down or get over!"
Like most of us I had an exemplary childhood with absolutely no embarrassing stories to tell.... well apart from perhaps this one.
When I was about 13 years old we lived on a farm in north east Victoria, I had a horse at the time and on the property there was an old four wheeled Buggy which I sometimes hitched the horse into.
During the occasion in question we had a cousin the same age as myself staying with us, we had decided to take the horse and Buggy for a drive into the local town so set forth for this adventure, all went well until I let the horse take a breather and graze on the grass at the side of the road, when we were set to go again this wily old nag decided it was time to go home, he turned sharply for home causing the buggy to lurch violently onto two wheels and prepare to tip over.
While we were not very experienced in the art of buggy driving we figured it was safer to leave the buggy at this stage and jump clear, which we did, as luck would have it this allowed the buggy to straighten back onto its four wheels and with a much lightened load the horse took this chance to trot of down the road towards home.
Thankful that at least we didn't have a wrecked Buggy to explain we set of after it... expecting to find the horse grazing contentedly not to far down the road, we did find him waiting patiently at the gate at home some five miles further than we had expected him to go.
This fairly harmless adventure grew into an urban legend within the family with the more elaborate versions having us jumping for our lives before we were killed in the wreckage while other versions stuck fairly closely to the facts but highlighted our horsemanship to an embarrassing degree
This is said Buggy, cousin and rear end of horse, with me (at this stage) in control.This picture proved so popular I've included a couple more
Self and Danny
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My sister Merle, a pet lamb, me (with two pairs of pants on???) and cousin Danny, of buggy
ride fame. This one several years younger?? Definitely farm kids!!!!!
21 comments:
Hi Peter ~~ At lobg last you have posted about that buggy ride and your mis-spent youth. Good post.
I remember it well. Take care,
Cheers, Merle.
Don't you feel better now? They say confession is good for the soul.
If this is the only story from your mis-spent youth, you did lead an exemplary life. I am in awe of you more than ever now.
A handsome pair of lads you are, too.
I am glad to know that you were smart enough to jump free before the buggy fell over, otherwise, you might not be here to tell us about it!
This post is proof that science has only brought us farther back in time rather than into the future.
Back then they have vehicles that could drive you home when you have a few to many at the pub.
Thanks for a great story Peter
Sounds like quite an adventure. I can just imagine my kids in such a situation. They'd be screaming into the mobile. Come and get us!
Cute story, and I LOVE the photo!!
The Irwin family statue is great.
I hope you have a terrific week!!!
An exemplary story...that made you famous.
"The good 'ole horse and buggy days: then you lived until you died and not until you were just run over." ---Will Rogers
Enjoyed reading about Steve Irwin, too.
For some reason, I just can't watch the re-runs of his shows yet.
Thanks for visiting today.
That is an awesome story. The picture is wonderful.
I am so glad that you jumped!
I hope that you have a trerrific Monday.
Oh, and your limericks were wonderful.
My mom rode to school (the very early years) on a buckboard behind Old Nell. I could write a limerick about Old Nell because something should rhyme with Old Smell. Apparently she tooted often with each step.
I'm sure glad you guys didn't get drug away under a toppled buggy.
You sure were cute there.
Hey your photo had babies!
You forgot to mention that the automobile wasn't introduced into Australian until you were in you twenties. Ha! I kill me!
Hey Pamela, you can run but you can't hide! I'm the comment after yours in at least four blogs so far!!
Sounds like something my brothers would have done. Love the pictures!
Too funny! After looking at the picture of the buggy- it must have taken some maneuvering to even jump out!
What a great story!
Your story reminds me of one about my grandmother. She and her sister stole their father's car one afternoon and took it into downtown Athens, Georgia. It stalled. It was the kind that you had to hand crank at the front of the hood and they cranked and cranked and couldn't get it started. Suddenly their father walked by on the sidewalk and caught them. They got in quite a bit of trouble.
It's like Little House on the Prairie gone wrong. Great story!
That sounded like an interesting trip. Thanks for sharing the tale.
That was such a great story. I was on the edge of my seat. Well, not really, but I could have been had you told the jumping for your lives version. Loved the photos.
I love this story - the buggy tumble! And that looks like a BIG lamb - daresay a SHEEP? Then again, I have a fear of farm animals.
What a great story! Oh, and your limericks? The last one, by far, is my favorite!
Great story! Isn't it funny how the stories get more elaborate as they are passed on? Great pictures too.
A great story, and I can see how the folklore could expand on such a tale. I love the 2 pants look.
weeeeeee... more pictures!!!
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