Black Beauty the mule

Black Beauty the mule lived behind the Atwood house around 1919.  Thurston was five years old that year.  He liked to tell me and my brother Bill stories about his adventures with his brothers all riding on Black Beauty.

One story I remember is about riding to  a creek and swinging across the creek on a grapevine.

I also remember that Black Beauty would not go anywhere until he had been fed and watered.  Daddy said he had to climb on a washtub to be able to get on the mule and ride.