As some of you know, I got carried away a while back reminiscing about my “cowboy years.”
Although I certainly don’t spend a lot of time pouring over old scrapbooks, I keep running across more cowboy memorabilia, and I can’t resist sharing the Valentine card above from sometime in my childhood. My mother knew my preferences well, and she probably thought it looked like me, since I also had blonde “pigtails.”
As proof, here I am with a neighbor at my Michigan childhood home getting ready for a good, old-fashioned cowboy camp-out.
Here is another cowboy souvenir, although I think the “autograph” is undoubtedly fake.
“Hoppy” Valentine’s Day to all!