I think Daddy bought Red for me in 1964. It was the year I was badly burned and missed 6 weeks of school. Gilbert set me on fire at the gas cookstove. We had butchered hogs that day. I was leaning next to cook stove and he turned a front burner on. I had rolled my hair on brush rollers. It was wet. I had on a flannel shirt tied in front. I did not “stop, drop, and roll”. I panicked and ran. My Daddy ran after me, but couldn’t catch me. I was running a circle in the house. The flames were above my head he said. Then he turned and ran toward me. He put the fire out with his hands. I had his handprints on my back. My Daddy saved my life. That’s the way I see it. He bought me Red trying to find something I could do.
This is a picture of my old lamb saddle daddy bought for me back in 1964. Been in the family ever since. It was made by W. E. Lamb in Green Forest, AR. I read he started making saddles in Green Forest 1908 and continued until 1930. This saddle was once owned by Daddy’s friend Jack Robertson. It had wooden stirrups but Jack replaced them with metal. My nephew Tony Poor had the lining replaced. It has the lamb name embossed in the leather. It’s a treasure and now owned by my Granddaughter Astrid.
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