The Days of the Horse and Buggy

Years ago, when I was young. Their were very few cars. The wheel had been invented already. But we rode around in a horse and buggy. The buggy was inclosed overhead. And there was only room for two people in the buggy. The horses were all clean and you could hear the gentle galloping of the horse as it went down the street. We often talked to the horses, as they rode along the street. The streets weren't yet paved. And the gentle breeze was all around, replacing any kind of fear that you could have. Often times a little dog would run out in front of the carriage. Then you would say, what's the matter. O it's just a little doggy. It will get across soon. Then the horse would begin to gallop again. And nod his head. The horses smelled so good, as you sat in the carriage. The breeze was so refreshing. The sights around were so pleasant. I don't remember having to ever pay the carriage driver for a ride. You would just go outside and raise you hand like you were halting a cab today. It didn't matter who the carriage driver was, because they were all very nice. And they were nice to the horse. Occasionally you could drive the carriage yourself. Even if you were a child. I was a pretty big child and the horses all knew me. They were all so nice. There were a few carriage drivers, that didn't care for the horses properly. The ones that would whip the horses to get them to go. Which really wasn't necessary. All you had to do was talk to the horse and he would go anywhere you said. If he saw danger, he would then stop,. until the danger passed. The horses were very smart. And I often wonder why they weren't people. They understood what you were saying. And they were more than happy to take you where you needed to go.

As time went on, you would see an occasional old ford. But they were very few. There was such peace while driving a horse and carriage. There was never a charge if you were going local. And everyone was happy. Once in a while you would see someone sad. Then you would try to cheer them up.

A few years ago, I went to the stables in the State park. There the horses were. They were old and in the stable. But they were well cared for. Then most people would just sit and watch them for a while. Then I started talking to them as I did when I was a child. The horse started dancing and nodding his head. My favorite horse was still alive. I was so happy, I got to show my grandson, my favorite horse. He couldn't believe how the horse was dancing with his hoofs. You can tell a horse anything, and you don't have to worry about him telling anybody. He has a gift that most people don't have.

If you were worried, and started telling the horse what you were worried about, you soon forgot, what you were worried about and started to laugh at some of the actions of the horse.

These were the days to remember and enjoy. To lay in the fresh green grass, in your own back yard, Enjoying the warmth of the sunshine, on your brow. . Remembering the horse and buggy, and cherish the memories of each day.