(The following is one of a series of articles
we wrote while taking what became known
to our family in 1977 as our Great Western
Trek, as we travelled from Maryland to Utah.)
Gothenburg, Nebraska is a small, pretty little
town about fifty miles east of North Platte.
The folks take pride in showing off the tiny
way station that was used by many a Pony Express
rider during the years of 1860-61.
Delivering the mail in those parts at that time
was considered to be highly risky. In fact one
"Wanted...Young, skinny, wiry fellows
not over 18. Must be expert riders willing
to risk death daily. Orphans preferred".
While at the station , my wife bought me a
little money pouch. On the outside are stamped
these words..."My husbands allowance."
(Humm, wonder if she's trying to tell me something.)