Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Marion Grace Banks Johnson 1914 - 2001

Remembering Marion 

With youngest child, Jim.

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A story by daughter, Marna ...

 Mom the horsewoman!
Our horses spent more time on the outside of the pasture than inside.  The grass was always greener.....  Anyway, this Sunday morning, the day Colonial Village Presbyterian Church was to be dedicated, (Taylor and Mom gifted the land) one of the horses escaped.  It eventually was found down Miller Road, where Taylor's brother Jack lived.  Mom, who helped me water the horses, and occasionally tie one up, but NEVER rode one, had walked down the road in search of the horse, carrots in one hand and lead rope in the other.  Jack somehow caught the horse, threw  Mom on, with no bridle, saddle or lead, and slapped the horse's behind.  Off the horse flew toward home, with Mom taking the one and only ride I ever knew of, somehow holding on for dear life.  As the two of them flew down Miller Road, who should drive by, the minister, on the way to the dedication.  We got the horse in the barn, piled in the car and sat at the dedication.  The look on the minister's face was worth a million words!  "Did I just see you a minute ago?????"

M