Horsing around in the 1920's
Sunday afternoons we often went to the movies. The old Rose Theater on Lombard Street was only a mile from our house -- if you wanted to walk through the Vancouver Avenue woods. We didn't mind the woods during the daylight even though every kid knew they were a hideout for robbers, axe murderers and assorted bad guys who came up from the railroad tracks.
During the week we'd pile wood or mow lawns, make ten cents and go watch a Tom Mix movie. Sometimes when we didn't have any money we'd hang around the ticket booth till Mrs. MacMillan let us in.
By the time we got out it was usually dark and there was no way we were going back through the woods. In fact, to avoid danger, we had to go all the way up to Portland Boulevard and then back down Vancouver Avenue. Trouble was, we still had to travel along the edge of the forest for a mile when it was pitch black. So we devised a clever scheme to deceive any guy with funny ideas who might be lurking near the edge of the road. For that whole mile we'd gallop side by side making occasional horse sounds. It worked beautifully. We were never bothered.