Since today is the National Day Of The Horse, I’m remembering what was probably my earliest experience with a horse.
The tradition of our family’s yearly reunion began before I was born. Each year, my mom and her eleven siblings and their families gathered during the summer. It began as a “wienie roast’ to celebrate the birthdays of three of her brothers who were all born in July. It was held at the farm of her brother, Andrew.
I remember being so excited each year when the day rolled around, and would ask mom all during the day if it were time to leave yet. The family members nor the hot dogs (speared on metal coat hangers and cooked over an open fire) weren’t the draw for me. My cousin, Nell, had horses. One pony in particular, named Topsy, was used to give pony rides.
But, even years before the photo of me on Topsy was taken, there was this one of my sister, Rose:
And I can’t say for sure, but I’d bet money those little legs and feet in the background belonged to me.
~These Days Of Mine~
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