I don’t have many horse stories. I have really only had about three times I was around a horse. This picture of my sisters and me on Uncle Tom’s horse didn’t make us cowgirls, they hoisted us up, snapped a picture and helped us down. Daddy didn’t even walk around us around the pasture. My next experience was in 1952 when I rode Granddad Montgomery’s old ‘Spark Plug’ down to the gate, turned around and he took off back to the house, saddle flying through the air with me on it. The girt had broke. I landed on my neck and was pretty crippled up when I went back to college a few weeks later. Now years and years past and I had my third experience with a horse.
She ended up taking my big silver gate off the hinges and left it lying out in the driveway. Then she walked through my good wire fence in several places. That day she was a bad girl~and a few days later, she and her owner had moved on to a new home. I still think of her when I drive by and see those holes in my fence~grrrr~