Today I celebrate the end of a chapter of my life. I closed the door to a job I have held for the past six years. Six years. I didn’t expect to leave the security of this employment after I passed the five year mark. I never expected to stay at this position for this length of time. Seniority at this stage is advanced and the benefits are substantial – lots of time off. That alone lends itself to make one reflect about leaving a seasoned position to start at the bottom somewhere else to work her way back up the ladder. For me that had little effect. A change was in order and I jumped at it.
To celebrate something new, I give you something old. I give you something of the past. I present the tried and true forms of transportation prevalent some one hundred years ago. And it is a special joy for me, since my latest novel in placed in the old west.
Here are these wonderful wagon wheels as one would see them today.
Now, I take you to the past.
This buckboard is old and rickety.
Now it is ancient.
A donkey cart is simple today. A donkey is all that is missing.
Now we see it in the eyes of the past.
O close with more of those wonder wheels. Aged naturally, they instill a wonder in me. Where did they come from? What travels have they seen? What sort of loads did they carry? As a writer if have all sorts of stories floating through my head.
We found these treasures at the Bar Of Ranch feed store in Clinton, Arkansas. It is a feed store with fabulous cowboy furniture. This is also the home of Labor Day Chuck Wagon races.
And that my friends is my little piece of heaven today.