Gothenburg is a small pretty little town
about fifty miles east of North Platte,
The folks here take pride in showing off
the tiny way station that was used by many
a Pony Express riders during the years
Delivering the mail in those parts at that
time was considered to be highly risky.
In fact, one advertisement read...
"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 husband's
allowance." Hmmm, I wonder if she's
trying to tell me something.
(The above artical 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.)