Whew!! caught up. This is my dad's lunch bucket fromt he early 50's when he worked at Reynolds on Van Buren and 35 Av in Phoenix. The spurs were a wonderful treasure I was given the other day. They have been holding out in a tac shed at my Uncle's. Jim, who is now family, but worked with dad in the cattle in mid 70's said that a cowboy never forgets whose spurs are whose when I asked him how he knew. He then went into his Stories of Roy Rogers, Lee Roy, that is. I am going to plan a time for Jim to come and talk and spin the tales of that time in my dad's life for posterity.
That sounds like it will be so much fun.
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