Day 322 CJSM

Day 322

 

Lady, Dunbar, Commander, Ara, Spirit of  ’76,

Midget, April, Desperado, Stormy, Little Lady,

Beau, Sassy & Amber

 

 

I bought Little Lady from a horse-gal in Walsh, Illinois, a tiny “wide-spot” in the road which you won’t find on any map. We paid $125 for the white Welsh pony and got a nice saddle, also.

I reckon we all learned to ride on Lady; once we caught her, in a 15 acre pasture, she was fine.

Lady lived to be 32, near as we could surmise with the help of several vets’ opinions. Wow! Average life for the equine species is: 20 years; obviously some live longer, some less. Luck!

For some reason I decided that I needed a buckskin horse; we turned to our local barber who was actually a “Mr. Haney” of the old Green Acres TV show who “sold” anything and everything. Reckon that I should have known better!?---Live & learn?…C’est la vie!

Oh! I sure enough got a buckskin; a ¼ horse---Great confirmation…absolutely No brains!

Dunbar hated males---and…didn’t care too much for females. One fine day, old Dunbar was down by the pond so I went to fetch him to ride. As the brute was hard to catch, I took a metal wide-mouth 2 ½ gallon bucket and put several rocks in it to rattle in hopes of persuading him to come eat some tasty grain---he fell for it…then, I took a fall!

I had on my cowboy boots, Levis, a blue and white western checkered shirt, my very “cool” mirrored teardrop sun glasses and carried a lead rope to use to lead Dunbar back to the barn.

Placing the nylon red lead rope around his neck, he was already angry that I had fooled him with “fake” grain in the noisy metal bucket, I swung up on his back (I was a lot younger and spry, then), as soon as I landed on his wide back, he gave a tremendous “buck”; I found myself sitting on the ground with “idiot” looking at me. That embarrassed me, somewhat, but I got really angry when I realized my precious sunglasses were missing---I was sitting on them…Damn! Oh! Yeah! Dunbar and I had a real “educational” ride, that day! I reckon so!

Commander might have been the very best Morgan we ever owned; what a sweet heart!

I found Arabesque (Ara) in Foristell, MO, a tall, silver part Arab mare. My very favorite picture of daughter Beth is of her flying down a ridge, bareback, on Ara, Beth’s long blonde hair waving in the wind with nothing but blue sky behind her. Ara blessed us with foal, Spirit o’ 76.

We ended up selling Ara and Spirit to a local guy home on a visit from Alaska.

Midget was a Morgan mare as was April; April threw Little-Lady; April birthed Stormy.

Desperado was a tall grey (I like greys) who gave us many hours of pleasure.

Beau’s dam was Midget; he died of colic one terrible stormy night. R.I.P.

Sassy & Amber came to us from a farm about 50 miles away; good horses, each.

Our girls have branched out on their own, now; Lauren has Skippy; Anna has Zorro!

My favorite animal is the horse; I love the equine friends. (They smell so---Good!) Amen!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Ride ’em! Cowboy(girl)!” Memories!