I was on Grandpa’s porch when I heard an unusual sound coming down the gravel road. I ran over to the fence to greet the approaching sound. My 6-year-old eyes grew wide with excitement as I saw a farm wagon that had rubber tires instead of iron rims like our wagon.
“Grandpa! Grandpa!” I yelled. He joined me at the fence, and together we watched the scene.
In the driver’s seat was a man holding the reins of two big black horses. Their bridles were colorful and ornate. Sitting next to the man was a stately lady. She looked strangely beautiful to me.
