I’ve been working on my clean-ups and throw-aways. It was with reluctance that I was about to toss my “Johnny Fry – First Rider of the Pony Express” material. For one thing it was the last speech I presented to Toastmaster’s in November, 2018. Another chapter of my life being laid aside.

Then I saw that Linda G. Hill suggested “yes” used in any form as a prompt for today’s SOCS. Yes, my solution! Use “yesteryear” as a prompt. So I present excerpts from my yesteryear’s speech.

Johnny Fry quickly gained a reputation for never failing to deliver the mail, regardless of weather or danger, and as a fast rider averaging a speed of 12.5 miles an hour including all tops. Local lore says that the donut was invented as a cake for Fry to eat while speeding by young girl’s homes near Troy, Kansas.

Pony Express ended in 1861. Fry then worked with the Union Army as a messenger and scout. In October , 1863, he was ttacked and killed by Confederate guerrillas in a hand-to-hand fight, during which he killed five of his assailants. He is buried in Baxter Springs, Kansas.

At this point my “consciousness” is leading me to the unofficial creed of today’s mail carrier: “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds”


About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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5 Responses to SOCS, JOHNNY FRY

  1. Great reminder of the yesteryear when ‘service’ was a priority. 🙂

  2. oneta hayes says:

    It took a lot of grit and grind to provide our luxuries of today. Wish the young folks would appreciate that. While I’m wishing I might as well wish the older folks would too. 😀

  3. shoreacres says:

    Maybe “neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds,” but their own bureaucracy does a pretty good job of undermining them.They seem not to realize that portions of the country still depend on the U.S. mail — not everyone is paying bills online or texting within an inch of their life.

  4. oneta hayes says:

    Ahh Shucks, you yanked me right back into real life.

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