When I was a young girl, I galloped everywhere hitting my thigh to go faster on my imaginary horse. I galloped through fields and woods leaping logs, galloped across the road to my cousin’s house or to my grandparents farm and sometimes further down the road to another cousin’s house. Sometimes I rode Wildfire, and sometimes it was Thunderhead or Flicka or another horse in my stable of horses. I dreamed of someday having a ranch in the west with hundreds of horses.
|My daughter Mary on Tequila|
|My daughter Susan on Nikki. I have no pictures of Rebel.|
|My son Joe with Nikki. We shared her.|
Amy, because I didn’t have the money to put new fencing around the pasture of the small farm I bought. The house needed too many repairs and the barn needed a new roof. But my love of horses has not gone away.
|Mama Cieta and Phoebe. My son's home is in the background.|
|Like my dog, they're always begging for a treat.|