Eryn out in the pasture with Bill.
It's hard to believe the girls were so very little when we moved to Oregon. But they were obviously born to love horses. Looking at the album of Billy recently, we were struck by the time-warp effect of the photos...Billy never seemed to change, but the girls sure did. Thirty years is a long time...not only for horses but for little girls. We actually came to Oregon with 2 Morgans, one of which we acquired green-broke from Emery. More on that later. But we were able to take them just about every weekend up to some BLM land and ride double with the girls. We even started taking riding lessons in the big Douglas County arena from Nancy Hart, head of the the local Pony Club. I cannot ever admit how shocked I was when she told me, quite confidentially when Gary was at the other end of the arena: "your husband is a natural, you know", because , although his dad was in the mounted US Cavalry during WWII, he himself was never particularly taken with horses. (and I had grown up with them). Poor guy. Little did he realize exactly WHAT he was marrying into when he married me.
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