New Year is Here!

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My Shetland stallion Trigger learning to “pose” for the county fair.  Notice him biting my shirt!

New Years Eve is here and the Christmas Holiday is past.  Time to clear the decks for another wonderful year.

It’s funny how, even with all the crazy and often extremely difficult experiences in my life, I always feel somewhat like a princess, spoiled with love by the Great Everything.  Maybe being brought up by loving parents who praised us kids and seldom criticized has something to do with my perspective.

In my senior year high school social studies class I learned that our family income fell within the “poverty” level in the USA at the time.  I was shocked because we always had what we needed: food, clothes, a place to live, and even luxuries like TV’s, stereos, etc.  I guess the fact that most of the things we furnished our home with, and clothed our bodies with (unless we sewed them ourselves), and drove around in, were from garage sales or inexpensive secondhand, which allowed us to have many things we couldn’t otherwise have had.

Sure there were things we did without, like expensive family vacations to Disneyland or Hawaii, or being able to own some of the big beautiful horses I used to dream about (I was a horse loving girl from the age of 2!).  However, I did get to buy a Shetland pony when I was twelve, which I paid for with my babysitting money, then later a Morgan/Welsh yearling filly. also with my babysitting money.  My dad, who is an extremely gregarious person, found those deals for me through people he knew, and also free places within a block or two from home to keep my pets while I had them.  I believe allowing me that luxury and responsibility as a young person was probably one of the best things my parents did for me, aside from being kind and good to us children.

Now, at fifty-nine I am in the second half of my life (unless of course I live to be 120 which I think would be cool).  Most of my nine children have grown and have families of their own.  I am so grateful for everything in my life, past and present, the good and the bad, because I have learned so much from each and every experience.  I am grateful for the ability to choose, to make mistakes, to be able to listen to those who have more wisdom and make to better choices.  I am grateful for that still small voice that I’ve learned to try to listen to, which guides me for good and helps me avoid pitfalls and frustration.

I am looking forward to this new year with hope and joy.  I am on an upswing and that feels great!  I hope everyone has a new year filled with joy and love and experiences that bring us all closer to wisdom, love, and peace.

Happy New Year everyone!

 

Horse Lover From The Beginning

Me riding Trigger

My mom says I got my start loving horses when I was about two years old. She set me on a spring rockinghorse at a friends house and I screamed when she tried to take me off to go home.

One day, she says, I cried all the way home.  When we finally got home and she got me to tell her what was wrong, I said, “I want to horse and I know I can’t have one.”

Finally after years of yearning and dreaming of horses, and reading every book the school library had about them, I bought my first pony.  He was a shetland stallion named Trigger.  I was 12 years old, had started babysitting for 50 cents an hour, and had the $20 needed to buy him.  My dad knew the guy down the road who owned him, and set the deal up for me.  I was able to keep him in the barn and corral he had been living in, for free, until I sold him.  I paid for his food and trimmed his feet myself.  The little barn and corral was about a block away from my house.  Sheriff Lily owned the land and after I sold my pony, he donated the land to the city.  It is now Lily Park.

Looking back, I am grateful for the opportunity my parents gave me to have something I wanted so dearly, and to let me pay for it and have the responsibility.  I don’t remember much of the twice daily trek to feed and care for my pony, but I do remember laying on the bales of hay in the barn while Trigger munched away on the hay I had given him, listening to the hundreds of little raindrops on the roof of the small, one stall barn.  I was in heaven.