{"id":38,"date":"2013-11-11T20:50:29","date_gmt":"2013-11-11T20:50:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ranchpaintings.com\/blog\/?p=38"},"modified":"2013-11-11T22:08:45","modified_gmt":"2013-11-11T22:08:45","slug":"life-in-my-boots","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ranchpaintings.com\/blog\/2013\/life-in-my-boots\/","title":{"rendered":"Life In My Boots"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Some people would say, &#8220;There is more to life than cowboy boots.&#8221; Well, it just so happens that my life has a lot to do with cowboy boots, and I figured that out early in life.<br \/>\nIt was a hot, dry panhandle day on the ranch, and my new cowhide, suede top boots were looking good on my feet. I could hardly take my eyes from the buckskin colored boots that Grandpa Brewer had given me the day before. I wore them with my favorite dress, so I could see the pretty, brown leather, cutout designs in the boot tops.<br \/>\nI trotted out to the corral where my older teenage sisters were busy scooping out the dirty stock-tank.  Not wanting to break my new boots in by walking in the corral, I jumped up on the rail fence and took on the magpie position of listening to my older sisters conversation, which I was always interested in. Being seven years old and in the prime of my life, trying to figure out what they were up to was a favorite pastime of mine. My life was pretty easy compared to theirs. They were up at daylight getting ready for a full day&#8217;s work. They had sunburns and blisters to prove it.<br \/>\nOn this workday, I was hanging out on the rail fence, admiring my pretty little boots, and listening to them talk. This particular summer day was like no other for me; I had a revelation in thought, that I still recall after 40 some odd years. The conversation was most interesting to me.<br \/>\nBarbara, being the oldest, informed Betty that she was never going to marry or have children; and she certainly was not going to live on a farm or ranch. Betty listened with interest, and added to Barbara&#8217;s wish list of wanting to live in a big city, have a maid to do all of her work, and to top it off, she was going to marry a rich man.<br \/>\nFor some reason I thought I was part of this conversation, so I piped in, while looking down at my new buckskin suede, fancy top boots and said, &#8220;Well! When I grow up, I am going to marry a cowboy and live on a ranch.&#8221; And I did. 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