Thursday, July 23, 2009

Woody Horse



The children of our family or rather the grandchildren used to love to play on a wooden horse which they named Woody. The name was a natural as I made it out of heavy wood. The design I was given by my friend Don who used it and thought I should have it as well. The design was so simple and the safety feature was extremely good for children of all ages. Three ropes held the horse suspended from a tree or any overhead structure. Because of the particular hanging manner the horse was stable and could not tip or go too high.

I made several of these horses but one I made and hung at our home in Sherkston gave much pleasure to the children. This week Theresa and I made a visit to the summer home at this resort and we looked around the property. To my surprise there was Woody. Painted in the same grey colour and with new ropes attached it looks as good as the day I made it 18 years ago.
The two inch wood held up well and still is capable of giving children a ride of their life. The owners of the property were not home but I took a few pictures of Woody for the children who once rode him. Darcy was one of the children who in particular loved woody as she managed to be at the home more than any of the others.

The only difference in the property was the trees which are enormous now. One Oak used to have twelve stems and now only seven remain. Walking around this home in the pouring rain brought many happy memories. One in particular was the visit of Adam and Megs for a week that was supposed to be vacation but chicken pox arrived with them and we pretty much were house bound for the week. Try to entertain two little kids for all that time. We was happy because we were able to get to know them better during their internment. Thank goodness for Woody.

We had to leave Woody there even thought he wished to come with us but we do have a picture.


Original Woody horse from Pembroke.

1 comment:

  1. The eldest half of us grandkids rode Woody in Pembroke and then his cousin at Sherkston. I remember spending many happy hours as a circus performer doing acrobatics on the back of that galloping horse. And sometime we had a group act- 3 or 4 of us sitting or standing holding on with a single hand, whooping it up.

    What fun and freedom we enjoyed.

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