|Sorry this is so blurry, but this is me at 1 year old, with my first trusty steed, the only one to never throw me off!|
|In this picture, Caesar is on the off side, Daisy on the near side. My sister and I are in the wagon. I am getting ready to turn 2 in this picture and I'm in the green hat.|
(For clarification purposes you should know that these are the grandparents that abused my sister.)
|This is my sister and I on Daisy. My sister is in the front in the red hat and I'm on behind in my green hat.|
My grandparents were not the best animals stewards in the world. Actually they weren't very good people at all, but without them there would be no Mom and without Mom there'd be no me so......... Anyway, one winter we had an ice storm and the next morning Caesar was running the fence whinnying for all he was worth. My grandfather went out there and Caesar led him to Daisy. She had fallen down the hill and broken her neck. Caesar was around for quite awhile after that but I think he was eventually sold. He wasn't broke to drive single so he wasn't messed with anymore. I remember several older cousins trying to ride him and every one of them being tossed off. He would buck like a little mini saddle bronc!
The next horse to enter my life was a little black mare named Comanche. She was probably about 13 hands or so and really beautiful in my eyes.
|This is my sister with Comanche. I couldn't find a photo of me with her, although I know there are at least a couple around somewhere.|
Please stay tuned for the next installment of These Are The Horses Of My Life.......