Day 279
Going to Floyd
Niebreugge’s to
play with the
Morgan horses
We
bought a little 14.2 hands white Welsh pony for daughter Beth as she had fallen
in love with horses; in the bargain through horse trading on the purchase price
I gained an old, black western saddle, worn, but in serviceable condition. I
rode in that saddle for several years; Beth had gotten a new “Youth”-saddle
from good ole Santa Claus for Christmas. Merry
Christmas!
Somewhere
along the experience, the family came to love the Morgan-horse breed, best.
A
farmer in our region raised Morgans; each spring he boasted a new brood of
foals; soon it became a family-tradition to visit the Morgan-farm to view the
newborns---and…dream.
We
finally purchased our first Morgan gelding: Mitchie
Cammander!
This
human-friendly steed was a magnificent creature, eager to please and loving of
people. He and daughter Beth were best friends and I loved to ride the equine,
too. We sure enough had us quite some adventures with old Commander; horse
shows through 4-H, trail rides and just plain ole fun. When Becky required a
horse of her own, Morgan-mare Midget
joined our “herd”- a Christmas present for both girls.
We
branched out in our choice of breeds over the years; the Morgan remained our
favorite.
“Fun”
is where one might search it out; we found our own in Faith! Family! Freedom!
Thanks! Floyd!
And, Thank God---for the …Morgan-breed! Amen!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Getty-up!” Memories!
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