Just catching up. It's been a treat to relive my childhood thru each of your stories about horses. I have loved horses with a passion since forever. Everything was horses as a kid. One of the first books I can remember having was a little paperback of all the breeds and the one photo of the silver arab stallion I still remember vividly. At 6 , I went to day camp 3 days a week learning to ride; then parents divorced, mother remarried and we moved. THe new neighbor had horses fall, winter and spring from a riding camp and I was allowed to ride. It was like heaven. Enough dirt roads and mowed fields to keep off paved roads and ride for hours.
At college I was thrilled to take riding lessons as an elective. ANd I took a couple classes with Dr Balch who ran the Morgan Horse Farm in Vt. He was a hoot! Great stories about showing and the mares and stallions. Morgans have remained a nostalgic favorite all these years. After college I worked as a vet tech for about 6 months, for a jerk of a vet; then went to work at a horse farm specializing in broodmares. That is where I met my first horse, Desert Eagle,at 3 months old- screaming for his mother. THe poor thing. Six months later the barn owner came out on a Sunday morning to the barn to tell me he was to be given away. Really?? I mulled it over while mucking stalls all morning. THen asked if I could have first refusal. Bought that colt for $1. I learned dressage with him; we rode in hunter paces, cruised the woods trail riding all alone. He was very reliable. I credit his breeding, ango-arab for his wonderful personality and hardiness. He's 25 now and king of the other horses. (I have a few). Along with sheep, chickens, and down to 2 dogs and 2 cats.
Guess we all have a lot in common.
At college I was thrilled to take riding lessons as an elective. ANd I took a couple classes with Dr Balch who ran the Morgan Horse Farm in Vt. He was a hoot! Great stories about showing and the mares and stallions. Morgans have remained a nostalgic favorite all these years. After college I worked as a vet tech for about 6 months, for a jerk of a vet; then went to work at a horse farm specializing in broodmares. That is where I met my first horse, Desert Eagle,at 3 months old- screaming for his mother. THe poor thing. Six months later the barn owner came out on a Sunday morning to the barn to tell me he was to be given away. Really?? I mulled it over while mucking stalls all morning. THen asked if I could have first refusal. Bought that colt for $1. I learned dressage with him; we rode in hunter paces, cruised the woods trail riding all alone. He was very reliable. I credit his breeding, ango-arab for his wonderful personality and hardiness. He's 25 now and king of the other horses. (I have a few). Along with sheep, chickens, and down to 2 dogs and 2 cats.
Guess we all have a lot in common.
