Here’s a Guest Blog from my friend Phillis Ballew. She wrote A Western Gentleman when she lived in Arizona. It was originally published in the Prescott Courier in 1989. Thank you to Phillis and the Prescott Courier for permission to post this in my blog.
A Western Gentleman
My Dad always had his Stetson – his good one and the one that was badly stained around the band from his sweat and the dust. But he always put on his good one when he went to town.
Thursday, crossing the street from the post office, I saw him coming toward me – the elderly gentleman in the Stetson. His eyes found mine and I was inclined to look away, but as we met his hand went to the brim of his hat and just touched it for the smallest moment – it was that most western of acknowledgements – a long ago act of respect – one I’d seen my Dad make so often. And I felt like a lady.
“. . .but when he put on that
old Stetson hat,
He was a king to me.”
Written from Prescott, Arizona
February 2, 1989
Published in the Prescott Courier