I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, and my mother grew up there, and my father lived there long enough to meet my mother. My mother’s parents lived there all their adult lives. Thus the Kentucky Derby was one of our family’s High Holy Days. My parents always threw a well-attended Derby party. There were Mint Juleps served in icy silver cups. Of course there were hats, and there was also betting that my father would record with a black marker on a big poster board. Traditions, right? Things could get loud. “Friendly wagers.” Of course.
Lovingly remembered and written Rebecca. I enjoyed traveling back there with you, especially your relationship with Hobo. So happy you both worked it out! Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful, Becca. Thanks for sharing. I never knew of your love of horses! I never made a derby but remember the stories from those of you who did. They were remarkably similar. 🙂LOVE the pictures. Last sentence hit me in the heart. 😘
I went to my one and only Derby in 1974 with Wittenberg friends. If I correctly recall, my infield Derby experience was very similar to yours. LOL!
Lovingly remembered and written Rebecca. I enjoyed traveling back there with you, especially your relationship with Hobo. So happy you both worked it out! Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful, Becca. Thanks for sharing. I never knew of your love of horses! I never made a derby but remember the stories from those of you who did. They were remarkably similar. 🙂LOVE the pictures. Last sentence hit me in the heart. 😘
This was an amazing read. Thank you.
Oh my. What a ride you just took me on!