And now kids, it's time for a short story from a short Horsey: In 1968 Bettye Pfender moved next door to my grandmother (Mamaw) when Bushy was still living with her. Little Vicki Pfender played in the back yard with her hula-hoop and when Mamaw took care of Darrel and I, Vicki came over to play. Bushy shot this photo in April 1968. We have recordings of me at three, saying I wanted to marry Vicki when I 'got big'. Darrel and I took turns kissing her on our home movies. She was our special friend. No children were harmed in the shooting of this photo.
Bettye and Bushy dated, married on July 4, 1970, and Bushy became the only father Vicki ever knew. Except for a birthday card I mailed Vicki in 2000, we had no communication in over 20 years. At the funeral I kept thinking,"I want to see Vicki!" I so wanted to see her that when her sister Carol came to me, smiling, and asked,"Do you know who I am?" I replied,"Vicki's older sister", although I knew the answer should've been Jesus--I was Baptist.
Vicki's husband was a pallbearer too. I approached him, "So...you snatched her right out from under my nose. I was supposed to marry Vicki! Didn't you know?" Darrel said, "Didn't you do a fake wedding with her in