Life in the Early Days
By Maggie Magoffin
(From: Life in the Early Days by James K. Ramstetter. Permission of use given by Mary Ramstetter). I spent my early childhood either in Golden or out in the country not far from Golden. My earliest memory, and a faint one at that, was being sat on by several fat women in Dr. Kelly’s office, who were holding me down while the doctor installed about fifty stitches in my face and head. I had been kicked in the face by a draft horse while I was trying to herd it around the corral. No one ever knew what I was doing in the pen with the horse. Some neighbor kids happened to be there and they carried me into the house. My father was working out in the timber with his horses, but my mother got hold of him right away. They hooked up a team of horses to a buggy and made a fast six-mile trip to a Golden doctor, who did a wonderful job reshaping my crushed nose and got me to look more like a human being Nevertheless, I carried a scar the shape of a horse shoe for twelve years before it disappeared.
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