tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995084920131564374.post8078380783381576258..comments2023-07-18T08:47:16.632-05:00Comments on Life With the Goodwife: And These Are The Horses Of My Life.........The Beginning.....Mama Messhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09541998872594946053noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995084920131564374.post-11850726491836286732010-11-14T18:46:03.947-06:002010-11-14T18:46:03.947-06:00(((hugs to Goodwife, her sister and her family))) ...(((hugs to Goodwife, her sister and her family))) :(<br /><br />The old saying, it takes a 100 falls to make a horseman" and "if you havent fallen off while riding then you arent riding enough" is basically my childhood in a nutshell lol...but maybe thats why us huntseat ("english" to you western folks lol) riders are a little whack anyhow :p it takes whack to get over fences on a TB that thinks he can balance over a fence and your checkbook better then you can. <br /><br />But isnt that the way of life? My girls both started on a shetland pony, aptly named "Rodeo". To this day, when they call with a prob, at the end of the call they'll usually use a familiar family phrase "but I got to get back up on the pony, right mom?" Its amazing how these magnificent creatures (sometimes disguised as squat, pug-faced ponies) can teach life skills that last forever to all of us ~its not the falling thats the hardest, its getting back up again that takes courage...Janice Grinyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14363741660626407979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995084920131564374.post-21976441572864135092010-11-08T19:16:44.407-06:002010-11-08T19:16:44.407-06:00I can't recall a moment in my childhood withou...I can't recall a moment in my childhood without a horse. I was only bucked off once. I remember hitting that hard dirt road. My dad was so mad at that horse. But he made to get back on and ride home.The Wifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09938837778452220569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995084920131564374.post-44580243378779533982010-11-08T16:42:47.353-06:002010-11-08T16:42:47.353-06:00You must have been pretty special for that first h...You must have been pretty special for that first horse to Not Throw you! It did throw me many time.. But that could be because my brother had the reins!LOL<br /> My Grt-grandpa had an old wagon and several pairs of horses. We knew when we went there that he would be hooking it up and taking us for a ride.. At least 10 kids on the wagon up and down the road! It was so cool... He was a cute little Irish man who handled big ole horses with ease even in his 80's..Toniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09223141257252367520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995084920131564374.post-56854050969985383302010-11-08T13:40:11.102-06:002010-11-08T13:40:11.102-06:00Comanche seems like an un-common name but my dad h...Comanche seems like an un-common name but my dad had a horse named that as well when he was younger.<br /><br />And this is interesting :)Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05620304858463524343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995084920131564374.post-27791646046771759322010-11-08T08:59:41.986-06:002010-11-08T08:59:41.986-06:00Thanks for sharing a bit more of your life with us...Thanks for sharing a bit more of your life with us all. I too have experience with horses from the age of about 3 yrs old. My first horse was, "Marvel the Mustang", maybe you'll remember that toy*wink* Then when I was approx. 5-6 yrs old my folks bought me my first pony( she was a welch pony) and her name was Angel. Then I had another mare named Popcorn( a quarterhorse) and a Throughbred gelding named Borkan. Then after a few years of no horse my folks again bought me a quarter horse gelding as a yearling so, I broke and trained him myself, his name was Little Jay. I showed him in open western classes, such as 2yr old under saddle and halter class, was involved in 4-H with him too. when MIke and I married we simply couldn't afford the board( my parents moved to a place with no land) so sadly I had to seel him. It broke my heart! Then came Mo, our fjord into our life and what a blessing for us all but sadly we lost him this summer to an enlarged spleen. I don't know when we'll get another horse, but there will be another, someday. :o)Kelle at The Never Done Farmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06089557752054842197noreply@blogger.com