Monthly Archives: November 2017

As soon as we left the house, Daphne grabbed my arm and demanded, “Where’d ya get all that money?” I gave her a very shocked expression and remarked, “I bet that is the first time in history that a wife … Continue reading →

  Daphne and I were sequestered in an upstairs bedroom. In fact, it was the one in which I had recovered so miraculously after the Yanks attacked us here at Ferry Hill. After all our possessions were stacked in a … Continue reading →

It only took a few moments for me and the trooper, who acted as my substitute, to exchange clothes. I dismissed him with a hand shake and a “well done.” He saluted and left for the cavalry camp. The ladies … Continue reading →

Arriving at the hotel, Al and I dismounted, took our cayuses to the area across from the hotel, in a shaded area near the river, and released them to graze. Then we went back to the hotel, mounted the front … Continue reading →