Imogene
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- Middle Tennessee
oh my goodness! I also wanted to marry Roy Rogers when I grew up and was crushed when I found out he was married to Dale Evans. I got over it, but it took awhile, lollol.Yes, I have loved horses all my life, starting from the first time I watched a western movie, and then fell in love with Roy Roger’s horse, Trigger. My first goal in life was to grow up and marry Roy Rogers, so I could ride Trigger, but my mom ruined that when she told me he was already happily married to Dale Evans. My next goal was to have my very own horse or pony, and at age 10, my folks bought me my first pony.
I really miss living in the country and having horses and other farm animals. I definitely still enjoy reading posts from people who still do have horses, @Imogene , so please write more about your horses.
This is me as an early teenager, with my pony, Dandy, and my little dog, Sugar, standing on his back. She always went along with me when i was riding, and often rode behind me on the saddle when she got tired of keeping up.
PLEASE share your stories and photos
Trigger was the influence for my first horse. I wanted a Palomino. My step-grandfather raised Welsh/Morgans and beef cattle - the beef cattle paid the bills, lol. That man was the Pegasus Wings under my feet and to this day I regret not telling him how important he was in my life — the things we take for granted——-
Anyway, it took him a year to find Goldie who was thee most perfect horse for me. As is the case with most backyard mares, Goldie was in foal and nobody knew it until the colt was born becasue she never bagged up. It was touch and go and had my grandfather not been experienced in the foaling process, Sonny may not have made it.
Sonny was my first horse to train that I could keep - grandfather was the training wings under my feet
Circa 1963 or so when my horses ran on 98 acres with uncle‘s beef cattle:
(L-R). The neighbor’s white pony who never stayed on his own side of the fence. Goldie who was a deep copper palomino in the summer. 1/2 Arab Sun Dust, Goldie’s 2nd foal on my parents farm, 1/2 Arab Sonny the unexpected fella who ended up living his entire 29 years with me.
Sonny and I in 1965 on my grandfather’s farm. He was five, I was 18. I never saddle broke him until he was ten. Today’s equestrians would have a royal fit over how we dressed to ride in the Old Days, lollol..
Sonny and I in 1971.
Fury (L) Sonny (R) in the late 1970’s on the Vodrey Land in & around Beaver Creek, Ohio. Some rough riding that could take a person clear to the Ohio River but we never rode that far. Fury was a Lipett Morgan/Egyptian Arab cross and sweet as he could be. I laid him to rest when he was 27.
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Along with several dogs & cats, I have four horses laid to rest on my current farm. My remaining two horses are 28-ish & 30. The Tennessee Walker has been with me 28 of his 30 years. When they are laid to rest, that will be the end of an era. I am so blessed and privileged to have been able to hang onto my horses my entire life. Sometimes it took a lot of sacrifice but they were worth the effort. They saw me thru the loss of my son and other family tragedies.