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We sat on the grass by Banks House warm sun sound of coal men at the coal wharf just behind shunting of coal trucks up in the shunting yard by the railway bridge I showed Janice my new 6 shooter gun my old man had got me with a plastic holster that was attached to my belt she took the gun in her hands and turned it over what's fascinating about guns? she said one looks pretty much like another she opened up the gun and saw where the caps were fitted does it go bang when you fire caps? sure it does I said and took the gun and pulled the trigger and BANG BANG it went she put her hands over her ears that's loud she said ******** up her eyes I twirled the gun round a finger and put the gun back in the holster Gran said guns are dangerous things Janice said they are but this is only a toy gun I said she took off her red beret and combed her fair hair with a comb from her small handbag did they have girl cowboys? she asked cowgirls they were called I said Anne Oakley was good with a gun   have you got a spare gun and holster I could borrow? and I could be her to your Wyatt Earp she said sure I have I said I got lots of guns and holsters - I had about three sets- let's go get one and we can get you started as a cowgirl I said and I can ride a pretend white horse she said to go with your black one ok I said and we got up and walked back into the Square and we went to the flat where I lived my mother was boiling the wash in the boiler and said you want some lunch yet? I asked Janice and she said that would be nice and so we had some sandwiches and milk and I went and got her a spare gun and holster and an S belt of mine which she fitted around her narrow waist and she had a go at drawing the gun out of the holster as she'd seen me do and she was quite good and after lunch we set off to ride our imaginary horses through the Square and along the open prairie off the Meadow Row bomb site looking out for Injuns or bad cowboys we could fight.
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
COWGIRL IN 1956.
We sat on the grass by Banks House warm sun sound of coal men at the coal wharf just behind shunting of coal trucks up in the shunting yard by the railway bridge I showed Janice my new 6 shooter gun my old man had got me with a plastic holster that was attached to my belt she took the gun in her hands and turned it over what's fascinating about guns? she said one looks pretty much like another she opened up the gun and saw where the caps were fitted does it go bang when you fire caps? sure it does I said and took the gun and pulled the trigger and BANG BANG it went she put her hands over her ears that's loud she said ******** up her eyes I twirled the gun round a finger and put the gun back in the holster Gran said guns are dangerous things Janice said they are but this is only a toy gun I said she took off her red beret and combed her fair hair with a comb from her small handbag did they have girl cowboys? she asked cowgirls they were called I said Anne Oakley was good with a gun   have you got a spare gun and holster I could borrow? and I could be her to your Wyatt Earp she said sure I have I said I got lots of guns and holsters - I had about three sets- let's go get one and we can get you started as a cowgirl I said and I can ride a pretend white horse she said to go with your black one ok I said and we got up and walked back into the Square and we went to the flat where I lived my mother was boiling the wash in the boiler and said you want some lunch yet? I asked Janice and she said that would be nice and so we had some sandwiches and milk and I went and got her a spare gun and holster and an S belt of mine which she fitted around her narrow waist and she had a go at drawing the gun out of the holster as she'd seen me do and she was quite good and after lunch we set off to ride our imaginary horses through the Square and along the open prairie off the Meadow Row bomb site looking out for Injuns or bad cowboys we could fight.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1956 AND COWBOYS AND COWGIRL GAMES.
TerryCollett
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
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