|I have this picture on the wall in my office. I see it every day and it just blends in with my daily life. One day I took a good look at it and tried to remember what I could of that time.|
|My grandmother made my costume. I have a very foggy memory of going to her house on Pleasant Run Parkway and being fitted in the dining room, standing on a chair, her old Singer sewing machine sitting on the table.|
"Pony boy, pony boy,
won't you be my pony boy.
Don't say no, here we go, ride away with me.
Marry me, carry me, right away with you.
Giddee-up, giddee-up, whoa! My pony boy!"