Hi Folks, So many of the stories which have been shared recently have nudged me to share some of the stories of my father who was born in 1900. He of course lived in a time when the horse was the luxury form of travel for his time and place. He was born in Person County, North Carolina, and talked often of his young days and the degree of effort he made to partake of the social life of his community. He did not want to incur the ire of his parents when he wanted to attend a dance, or "frolic" which he called them, during the weekdays, so he would climb out of his upstairs bedroom, "shinney" down an old apple tree at the corner of the porch roof, and walk ten miles to attend a dance and to court the young ladies in attendance, and return home just in time to crawl into bed for his parents to call up to him to get up to do his morning chores. He had also experienced the more uncoventional mode of travel which could be called, bovine power, when he was given the duty of transporting the family milk cow to their new home when he was eight years of age. Rather than leading the cow, he decided that the best way for him was to climb on the back of the cow and ride her all the ten miles or more to the new family abode. Desire and necessity created all kinds of solutions. Best regards, John Fox Winston Salem, NC