Janice's Uncle Bob lives in a house that suits an old cowboy. It's filled with memories, and filled with what have become antiques. I took some pictures just to hang onto the trip in my mind for as long as I can. My dad has been gone for a long time, and he would have been a couple of years older than Bob. There are some similarities between them - both are charmers, both have lived hard lives, made risky choices. Lots of differences too, yet he put me in mind of my dad somewhat.
This is a home crammed with cowboy memorabilia. Arrowheads. Rattlesnake rattles. Pictures of family. Drawings by friends. Wood cook stove. Photographs of people even I've heard of! Saddles. Sewing machines. Butter churns. Ropes. Trunks with Indian blankets. He says it's like living in a museum, and he is telling the truth. It's live-in history.
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