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Did you ever try to take a decent photo of 70-year-old jodhpurs? There's just no way to make those old pants look good!
My dad's basement flooded last spring, and we had to take a lot of stuff out to the patio to sort through. One of the items was a canvas drawstring sack from Dad's Coast Guard days. Along with some uniform items, much to my surprise, was this pair of jodhpurs that belonged to my mom when she was in her teens. I took the whole damp lot back to the basement and ran them through the washer and dryer, then laid claim to the jodhpurs.
Mom spoke many times of a vacation she'd had at a dude ranch. She must have had a great time, because she really enjoyed her memories of that experience. I was sure the jodhpurs were from that period of time in her life. The other day I found a little snapshot of her wearing them. It was taken in front of the house on Roxbury, where the Kerr family lived from 1942-1946.
Postcard: "Race" Jack and Jill Ranch
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My mom saved some postcards from the Jack and Jill Ranch, which opened in 1937 and still exists today, now expanded and called the Double JJ Ranch and Golf Resort. I'll let you read about some of her memories in her own words.
The following was written in 1993 by Mary KERR Krentz:
It was in the summer of 1940 that I took my first vacation alone. I went across the state to Jack and Jill Ranch near Holland, Michigan. It was a "dude" ranch for people 17 to 35 years old.
There were many activities planned throughout the day and evening--scavenger hunts, and square dances; I learned to use a bow and arrow, and how to handle a rifle at the rifle range.
We went on a hayride, and went horseback riding every morning. One morning ten of us left at 5:00 a.m. with our guide and rode for miles up hill and down and through a beautiful forest where the trees met overhead. There was a thick carpet of leaves on the forest floor and a holy stillness in the air with only the far away sound of birds twittering back and forth to each other. We lingered there for a few moments before going on.
On the far side of the forest we dismounted and our guide cooked breakfast for us there in the wilderness. He gave each of us a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, then built a fire and cooked bacon and pancakes and steaming cups of coffee. Nothing ever tasted so good after riding for two hours through the countryside.