I read Mel’s comment about her childhood and the number of horses she could remember, and thought, how neat was that childhood! Wow, being pulled on a sled by someone one a horse, that too!
My mind went back to the few horses I have known. The first horse I ever saw up close was Trigger. Roy was on stage at the Saturday morning movie in Burlington, NC. Roy asked who wanted to ride Trigger? With about three hundred kids jumping up and down and yelling , ME, ME!! He picked ME! He smiled shook my hand and introduced himself, then lifted me into the saddle. He led me around the stage once. Probably 50 or 60 feet all totaled. BUT from then on I was gonna be a cowboy.
The next one I rode was bare back, about 12 yrs old. We did not know whose horses, but in a field and my buddy Vondale showed me how to grab the mane and swing up. So I did, we rode the ponies for about a half hour. No one caught us. Probably would not have cared anyway.
The next one was Frank, a pinto pony. He belonged to Jim & Bub page in Valdese. I went home with the Pages after church on Sunday. After Sunday dinner, Jim saddled Frank. Frank was frisky. He rode him to the front yard of the house. “Wanna ride ‘im Jackie?” Ha, has a cat got a climbing gear? “Sure!” I swung up into the saddle, Frank took a couple steps and began to buck. I let go the reins, and grabbed the saddle and held on. Then Frank hit the ground and rolled, but I was out of the saddle before he could roll on me. Jim grabbed the reins and led Frank back to the front yard. I was shaking like a leaf.
Jim’s Dad said, “Get back on him Jackie, if you don’t he won’t ever let you ride him.” I got on, he hesitated but then started walking up the road. I reined him in and turned and rode him back. Frank and me became great friends.
About a year later our phone rang, Jim was crying. Frank’s dying Jack, can you come over?
Dad said it was okay, I put my overalls on grabbed my bike and rode to The Page’s house. about three miles in the dark, with no light on the bike. Frank had gotten into the oat barrel, then went to the creek and drank too much water, that night I learned about foundering. The Vet could not save Frank, he died that night. What a sad night and an introduction to the death of a BIG animal. Horses seemed too big to die.
Even Kids must learn about life.
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1930 Ford (I guess I am slow, but I just realized why we call the card trunk the trunk!)