Friday, February 13, 2009

Cowboy Dan rides again

Little did I know that something as simple as a children’s book would be one of the sole reasons why my life is the way it is.

"Cowboy Dan" is a wonderful children’s book. It has filled many children’s minds with riding the range on their trusty side kick capturing bad guys and sleeping under the stars. One of those many children who loved "Cowboy Dan" and all he stood for was a cute little toe headed boy from Tennessee.
This boy was shy, quiet and a cowboy. He would spend his days playing in the sand box and his nights snuggled up next to his mom or dad listening to "Cowboy Dan" over and over. He had every word memorized so no matter how tired mom and dad were they could not skip a page. The toe head with his bowl cut and perfect little legs did not dress the part of the cowboy though. Being the first born son he got to wear sailor suits and knee stockings.
He had an older sister who really wanted a baby sister, on a semi regular basis this little boy (much to his protest) dressed like a little girl. His sister loved this boy, they shared everything and even though the tough older sister liked to dress up the little boy, neither of them are in therapy (yet). The bond between brother and sister grew strong and soon she was reading him "Cowboy Dan".
This little boy soon started to grow and began to slowly live his dreams of being a cowboy. He started spending less time in the sand box and dressing up like a girl (because now he could beat up his tough older sister) and more time helping out on the farm. He even was allowed to stop wearing his knee socks. This boy was now a hand around the farm, he would help his dad plant, harvest and work cows.
The boy was now a teenager and was very active in his schools FFA and then became president and spent a lot time out at the schools farm (even when he was suppose to be in English). This teenager still had dreams, dreams of rambling, roaming around to see all the wide open spaces. He wanted to work as a cowboy on ranches in the wild untamed west. This teenager had dreams and soon his dreams were fulfilled and he began working on ranches and became a top hand.
He soon was to take a job on an operation in Wyoming. Little did he know that he would meet his future bride. Little did she know that the book that was so loved by a little toe headed boy would be what shaped her future husband.

"He's a rootin' tootin' cowboy
and his name is cowboy Patrick
he can ride a horse and rope a steer
as fast as any man-"
Happy Heifer
Patrick's mom and dad are visiting for the weekend and they brought Patrick's favorite book. They want our boys to enjoy hours of reading "Cowboy Dan" just like Patrick did. This is not Patrick's book they found this one on e-bay Patrick's book got worn out years ago!


Pony Girl said...

What a cute story, just in time for Valentine's day! :)
I love old books like that. I see them in our school's library all the time, like the ones about the horse "Blaze" and they take me back to my childhood!

nature person said...

Wow, did you write that story? That was wonderfully done and very entertaining. You continue to amaze me with your talent. Hope Patrick didn't mind you writing about him. Beautiful work and pictures.

The Wife said...

What a great post. I would love to find a copy of that book. I will have to start lookin'!

Happy Heifer said...

Patrick's sister found that one on e-bay for $13 I don't know if you can see on the cover of the book or not but it was originally 19 cents. If you find these little books in good condition that is a good thing!! Megan

Cactus Jack Splash said...

I have a book like that, it influenced me at a young age...Where Johnathan Lives
Thanks for stopping by

Grey Horse Matters said...

I wonder if I could find that book somewhere too. I'm sure my grandkids would enjoy it. Great story.

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