Hold your horses … (it’s horse photo week)
March 21, 2009 § 6 Comments
And indeed, I have held onto my horses. They have endured no less than a half dozen moves, seen at least as many walls in our various dwellings and still stand patiently and handsome in their pastures, gazing off.
Christmas, season, 1958. My brother had been working secretly all through October and November with his bedroom door closed, which just about brought me to a fever pitch of curiousity. What was he up to? Why did he shout “go away?” whenever I knocked on that solid old wood door. He was painting these by-number horses, made the frames in Cub Scouts, and (likely under our parents guidance), got the whole thing together, wrapped them up (I swear I remember the package!) and gave me these framed beauties as my Christmas gift.
I adore my big brother to this day.
Book Selection …
Misty of Chincoteague by Marguerite Henry. The Beebe family raises a foal born to one of the island’s wild ponies. Misty, a pinto, was “real” and reportedly she later spent part of her life at the author’s home. The book read like fiction yet the pony was real. I found this unbelievable when I read it in elementary school. My grandfather gave me the book, explaining that Chincoteague was really not far from where he worked in Washington DC. It was all quite thrilling. Yes, I still have it. And then of course came Stormy, Misty’s foal.