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~
these days of mine 
Sweet memory……what my first memory of ponies is that when I was little there were people who would come around neighborhoods with one or two ponies offering to take photos of kids sitting in the saddle. I remember even then feeling a bit sorry for those ponies – I’m sure they would have rather been in a nice grassy field but they sure made a lot of little girls (including me) and little boys (my brother) happy for a chance to sit on a horse! How wonderful that you had a cousin who had horses……….
Pam
They probably were ! I think I’ve seen the second pic before, but don’t remember the first one …
I’ll just bet that is you in the second picture – getting ready for when it would be your turn to ride. I’m so glad you’ve pursued your love of horses. You and Motor Man have some wonderful memories made together.
Great pictures full of memories of you, family and horses. 💖🤗🌞