Goldie, Reb, & Ron
Goldie, her colt and Ron . . . The colt was about two weeks old in this photo. I remember well the telegram that Dad sent me, the day he was foaled.
Congrats, it is a boy. Dad
It was late May 1959, I was in the Army, and when they called me to the Orderly Room to tell me to pick it up at Western Union, I did not know why I was getting a telegram, hoping that nothing serious was going on at home. When I got to the office and asked for my telegram the clerk smiled and offer congrats. After I read it, I told him, "No, I am not a new father. Dad is telling me that my mare just foaled." The look the clerk gave me was priceless.