"Tony" Thought Journal 3.0

Those pictures on a pony as a little kid are always special. I think since those were the days of black and white TV westerns, that many kids dressed up in "cowboy" outfits and had a pair of cap six guns and a stick pony. Town kids could even go on real pony rides and get their photo taken if their folks wanted to part with some cash.
I totally loved those real ponies when they had them at the fair each year, and my mother always let me ride on them. Having a real pony of my own was my biggest wish when I was little, and my mom finally let me have one when I was around 10.
Back in the middle 50’s , Shetland ponies were a big thing, and cost as much as a full-sized horse, sometimes even more.
This is me at around 2 on one of the pony rides. Picture taken in Bend, Oregon when we were visiting family there.

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Those pictures on a pony as a little kid are always special. I think since those were the days of black and white TV westerns, that many kids dressed up in "cowboy" outfits and had a pair of cap six guns and a stick pony. Town kids could even go on real pony rides and get their photo taken if their folks wanted to part with some cash.
I love the cap guns but I didn't like putting the roll of caps in it. It had to be aligned properly otherwise you would be striking between the caps.
I also had the rifle where you added a few drops of cooking oil and it would smoke with every shot.

Those were the days.
 
I totally loved those real ponies when they had them at the fair each year, and my mother always let me ride on them. Having a real pony of my own was my biggest wish when I was little, and my mom finally let me have one when I was around 10.
Back in the middle 50’s , Shetland ponies were a big thing, and cost as much as a full-sized horse, sometimes even more.
This is me at around 2 on one of the pony rides. Picture taken in Bend, Oregon when we were visiting family there.

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That is such a great shot. 👍
I always wanted a Shetland pony, as I recall they were not quite as wide as the regular Pony I think that's what attracted me to them.
When I was very young my parents took me to a rodeo might have been at Madison Square Garden or one of the big stadiums I don't remember. Boy was I impressed I became a Cowboy ever since. To add to my love of cowboys and cowgirls was all the Westerns on TV I watched every one of them. My favorite character was Walt Disney's Davy Crockett he became my idol.
 
Since I've been on this chat room I haven't "talked" so much in my whole life.

This was yesterday's thoughts.

Remember the song "The Flying Saucer (Parts 1 & 2)" by Buchanan and Goodman (1956), I had the 45 record, I might still have it boxed somewhere if the fire didn't destroy it. I was 13 in 1956 and I followed stories about UFOs long before that. I think I've seen every (B) UFO movie made in the '50s.

I had a loose leaf book where I kept articles and photos of UFOs, taped on to loose leaf paper. the book was sectioned off besides UFOs I had a section with articles about animals and nature, another section with drawings I made of the planets and my daily sun chart that followed the sunspots. these were made from what I saw in my telescope during night and day viewing. When viewing the Sun I had an attachment for the scope that allowed you to see the sun on a white panel, something like showing movies on a white screen. I would trace the projected sun image that was on the white panel daily for about 6 months. I wish I had that book today to show my grandkids.

All the times I observed the sky I never once saw anything suspicious like a UFO. I did see meteors, most of the planets and their moons, comets, and our moon.

I believe it was 1956 when Mars was at its closest, I was observing it and could see it's polar cap and it's rusty coloration.

I had a unitron telescope which I worked hard doing odd jobs or selling junk to buy it. the sky didn't change much night after night the view was the same except for Saturn the angle of its rings would change, in the 3-year period I had my scope. I eventually traded my telescope in at peerless camera in New York City for a surplus military 16mm sound projector.

For me it was always on to the next interest, I guess I had the grass is greener syndrome.
 
I love the cap guns but I didn't like putting the roll of caps in it. It had to be aligned properly otherwise you would be striking between the caps.
I also had the rifle where you added a few drops of cooking oil and it would smoke with every shot.

Those were the days.
Yes sir ee! Cut the cooking oil 50% with grain alcohol to add some flame. For a big bang, take a grain of ammonia nitrate fertilizer and put a cap with the powder side on it, and hit with a hammer.
 
I totally loved those real ponies when they had them at the fair each year, and my mother always let me ride on them. Having a real pony of my own was my biggest wish when I was little, and my mom finally let me have one when I was around 10.
Back in the middle 50’s , Shetland ponies were a big thing, and cost as much as a full-sized horse, sometimes even more.
This is me at around 2 on one of the pony rides. Picture taken in Bend, Oregon when we were visiting family there.

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I always liked a small horse 14 or 15 hands, but never had the pony craze. Love the paint pony, since my favorite horses are paints. Cute photo, a real treasure! The build of that pony looks part Percheron.
 
That is such a great shot. 👍
I always wanted a Shetland pony, as I recall they were not quite as wide as the regular Pony I think that's what attracted me to them.
When I was very young my parents took me to a rodeo might have been at Madison Square Garden or one of the big stadiums I don't remember. Boy was I impressed I became a Cowboy ever since. To add to my love of cowboys and cowgirls was all the Westerns on TV I watched every one of them. My favorite character was Walt Disney's Davy Crockett he became my idol.
Did you improvise on the Davy Crockett song? That was the thing when I visited cousins in Texas. Who could pervert the Davy Crockett song the best. :ROFLMAO:

"Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the Lone Star beer, born in an alley where he now takes a pee, drunkest man you ever did see ... :sneaky:
 
Did you improvise on the Davy Crockett song? That was the thing when I visited cousins in Texas. Who could pervert the Davy Crockett song the best. :ROFLMAO:

"Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the Lone Star beer, born in an alley where he now takes a pee, drunkest man you ever did see ... :sneaky:
Never improvised on the Davy Crockett song. How about an album of improvised songs?😀
When I lived in Brooklyn me and my friends did improvise on other songs that I really can't print here.😏
 
Had a horrible afternoon yesterday. Don't know how to explain it except my head was sleepy I felt I could close my eyes and konk out, my body was like lead and just wanted to lay down. I did take a nap and only got up to use the bathroom for most of the afternoon. It was a horrible feeling because I felt I didn't have a choice I had to lay down. I don't want to be dramatic but the thoughts did cross my mind that this could be the end.

it's 3:15 in the morning and I got out of bed because again I'm not feeling right. My whole body was tingling, I felt like I was burnt. Maybe it's all hormone or radiation After Effects.

looking forward to Daylight.

How strange, Tony. Are you feeling better today?
 
Not boring at all, more like interesting and fun.
My wife still calls me antisocial.
When I'm in the gathering with people I don't know I sit in the corner and say to myself I could be home doing something, on the rare occasion where I meet someone with similar interest I will eventually open up like a turtle coming out of his shell slowly. When I'm included in the conversation and I don't know what to say I'm pretty quick witted the jokes
 
Isn't that the truth? In real life, I am practically a hermit, very stand-offish and introverted. On SOC I bore people senseless with blather. :D
I am much more reserved on here than I am in real life. I am a regular Chatty Cathy full of stories, poetry, comedy, etc.. I remember when I was 10 and my dad was teaching me how to prune fruit trees, he commented that if the doctors could hook the pruning shears up to my lower jaw, I could do the whole damn orchard, by myself, before breakfast. :ROFLMAO:
 
I am much more reserved on here than I am in real life. I am a regular Chatty Cathy full of stories, poetry, comedy, etc.. I remember when I was 10 and my dad was teaching me how to prune fruit trees, he commented that if the doctors could hook the pruning shears up to my lower jaw, I could do the whole damn orchard, by myself, before breakfast. :ROFLMAO:
Please don't change I enjoy the chat. I wonder if part of my issues with talking throughout my life was because of my going to Catholic School where if you talked in class he got hit with a ruler. So Nuns wanted Only Angels.😇
 
Please don't change I enjoy the chat. I wonder if part of my issues with talking throughout my life was because of my going to Catholic School where if you talked in class he got hit with a ruler. So Nuns wanted Only Angels.😇
Could be Tony. I went to public school and did spent a lot of time in the corner or writing a sentence over and over about my planned reformation. The ruler might have shut me up. I'll never know! :giggle:
 
Since I got all these chat rooms I feel like I got a hold of this talk stuff built up in me and I probably bore everybody but I have to let it out.
Beth, if anybody is boring I got to be the king I talk too much now with a lot of boring stuff I know it but I can't help myself.

I think the appeal of a forum is that we can interact with people who have lived a similar life experience and have similar values. We enjoy your stories because we can relate to them, Tony. I believe that our generation got to live during the absolute best time in history; when we were young, people still had values that are disappearing with each passing year.

So keep sharing those stories. Each one is a trip back to a better time for many of us.
 
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I always liked a small horse 14 or 15 hands, but never had the pony craze. Love the paint pony, since my favorite horses are paints. Cute photo, a real treasure! The build of that pony looks part Percheron.
Traditionally, Shetlands were used in the coal mines to bring out the loads of coal, so they were bred to be miniature draft ponies, just as some of the Welsh ponies were.

After they started importing more of them to the US for riding ponies for children, breeders started breeding the more refined Shetlands that you see nowadays.
They were crossed in with smaller Arabs and eventually got that sharp, refined look that many of them have now. This was my daughter when she was about 5 years old, riding her part Arab pony, and you can see the refined head and body that Chocolate had.


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