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MOONLIGHT ON GHOST PONY
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“As Grandfather told me the ghost pony appears to those worthy of the ride to heaven. My Great Uncle had passed in a tragic accident and Grandfather was preparing for the long journey to his brother's funeral. I loved my Grandfather and didn't want him to leave me behind but I was too young. Grandfather spoke to me gently but sternly and said I was to wait for his return in week and he would bring me a gift from his journey. A week is a long time to a child but finally word came of Grandfathers return. Excited to see my Grandfather as we drove into his driveway I barely let the car stop before I opened the door and ran to Grandfather's side. With a smile he held out his hand and placed a white strand of hair in my hand. “What is it?” I asked Grandfather with a puzzled look. “Why that's the hair of the Spotted Ghost Pony your Great Uncle rode to heaven on.” He said as his giant arms reached down and swooshed me up. I loved to be held by Grandfather, the smell of pipe tobacco and good honest living filled his presence. He towered over just about everyone and in his arms you felt like you were in the clouds. Grandfather said that the sound of the hooves sounded like thunder and then in an instant Great Uncle mounted the Spotted Ghost Pony and just as they turned Grandfather reached out and grabbed a strand of hair from the tail of the pony. I'm often reminded of the way Grandfather found to teach us the stories so we can now pass them on to our grandchildren.
Cha' Tullis
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