Well, it's December.
There's no sugarcoating it. This is going to be a hard month for me.
I'm pretty much dreading all of it.
There is a new photo challenge by Kirsten Wellman circulating on model horse social media.
I would love to participate, but realistically, there is no way I can commit to thirty one pictures.
That said, it doesn't have to be an all or nothing kind of thing. Maybe I can just drop a photo here and there as time and time and energy permits.
Today was been a pretty good, reasonably normal day so I bring to you prompt number one, What was the first model in your collection? I know you're all expecting Braymere. He was my first, and I've written about him - and his sidekick, Rubber - several times.Today, I'm going another way. This is Pancho. He's a Marx Johnny West Pancho pony that originally belonged to my older sister. He was the first model horse in our family.
I always liked him better than our other Marx horses, largely because of his smaller size. Even then, I was all about 1:9 scale.
I also liked his tack friendly roached mane, bright red color and sassy attitude. He seemed like a horse I'd want to own.
At one point - probably during my early teens - I decided he needed a better, more original name. Because he was the family first, I settled on Genesis. That didn't really stick. When I look at him, I still think Pancho.
He's in terrible condition - wired together and with a broken tail - yet he remains one of the most treasured pieces in my collection. He is Old Man Pancho, the first Bray horse.
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I had one of these, the palomino. I do so wish I'd managed to keep him, but gone, as nearly all my styrenes went. Congrats on still keeping one.
ReplyDeleteSadly I gave away all my “Johnny West” horses to a younger relative, who passed them on to her children. I know they were well-played with… which is, I guess, better than sitting in a box in my closet!
ReplyDeleteHow did I not know you have Pancho??? One of the very happiest mornings of my whole life was when I woke up and found a “Pancho” in a box on my bedroom floor. I knew my dad had come home from a business trip the night before, after I was in bed, so I knew he’d brought me this absolutely fantastic gift. Not a holiday… “just because.” I was OVERJOYED. He immediately joined my growing herd, which included a couple other Johnny West horses already and my favorite accessory of the buck wagon and harness. Countless hours of play time were spent with them and the Breyers and other model horses.
ReplyDeleteFollowing that momentous occasion I would wake up on mornings when I knew Dad had returned overnight and slowwwwwly open my eyes, just in case. I even remember one time when I leapt out of bed only to find a shadow had fooled me into thinking there was a gift. Sadly, Dad never did it again but that’s okay. That horse meant the world to me!
(I don’t recall what I named him… foibles of old age, alas)