Theo Jim on pony

My uncle as a cowboy. Every year, they would take this pony around to houses in suburban Detroit along with cowboy outfits, and take the kids' pictures on him. Not sure what they charged.

 

Check out this picture of my aunt (this boy's younger sister), on the same pony seven years later. Note how the pony has aged.

 

My mom would run and hide when they brought the pony around. "I don't know why she felt she had to hide," said my grandmother. "We weren't going to force her to get on that pony if she didn't want to." I guess she just didn't want to take any chances.

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