Cheers

Give a Cheer
Give cheer Give a Cheer
Favorite

This is my dad with his first horse. The journaling (in his own words) reads: The horse, named "Paint" as I remember, about 6 years old and a Shetland pony, was our first. Back during the prior summer my dad brought this horse over from the neighbors and asked if I wanted to ride it. Of course I said ‘yes.’ It was saddled and he helped me get on. After walking a ways Paint took off at a full run, me clinging to his back. When we got under the Longview Bridge he planted all four feet and stopped just short of a large mud puddle, of course I didn't stop; I landed right in the middle of it. He didn't run away, just stood there watching me. I got up with bruised butt and pride, took reins in hand and walked him home. There I got my first lesson in ‘don't let the horse get the best of you, he must know you're the boss.’ Paint and I spent a lot of time together over the next few years. Brushing, feeding and caring for him; riding on the beach, camping, parades, practicing pole bending and barrel racing, then competitions in the county fair.

Harry R. Malosh, Jr.
Journaling 12/3/2008
Photo circa 1953


Report
SavedRemovedChanged