CREDOS: A dream come true -IV

Dad paused before shutting the car door and looked in at my mother. “Now, Ma,” he said, “do you really think I’d let her get one that’s wild?”

My mother smiled sheepishly. “No, I guess not.”

Dad, Loretta and I were going to look at ponies,

but because of the polio paralysis, Mom had decided she would stay in the car. Walking around with crutches was hard enough, but trying to maneuver on unfamiliar ground was harder yet, she said.

I had no more than gotten out of the car when I heard the screen door slam shut.

“Can I help you?” asked a man who was settling a cap on his head as he came down the porch steps.

Actually, it wasn’t a cap. Dad wore caps. This was a hat. A cowboy hat. A straw cowboy hat.

“We’re looking for a pony,” Dad explained. “It’s for her.” He tipped his head in my direction.

“We’ve got lots of nice ponies,” the man said.

“We don’t want anything fancy,” Dad continued. “Just something she can ride around on for fun.”

The man smiled in a way that told me he knew everything there was to know about ponies and about riding ponies.

“We have plenty of nice ponies we don’t take to the horse shows for one reason or another,” he said.

The man started with the corral next to the barn. From there we moved

to a corral on other side

of the barn.

And from there we moved into the barn itself-a long, low building with an aisle running down the middle and stalls on both sides.

During the next hour and a half, we looked at many ponies.

Mares and geldings.

Larger ones.

Smaller ones.

Black ones.

White ones.

Brown ones.