If I had a nickel for every time I said that sentence to my father, I would be a billionaire. I had it all worked out. The horse would live in the basement.
I love horses. I love everything about them. I love the smell of an old saddle. I love the smell of a horse barn. Back in the early 1950s, my parents had a movie camera. One of the first real movies of myself as a little girl (under the age of 3) is of my mother holding me in front of a box stall and the horse was stretched out and smelling my face. I was petting him. Then my father motions to my Mother it was time to go back to the car and get back on the road. My mother starts walking away from the stall – and well, you have never seen a 3 year old scream and throw a bigger fit. Kicking, flailing, reaching back for the horse, crying and wailing, I did not want to leave him. I was hooked.
As I grew up, my parents indulged me with English riding lessons. I went twice a week, and learned how to ride English. I had the entire outfit. My outfit was dark brown and it was sharp. The jodphers, the boots, the long tailed jacket, my derby, and last but not least, my riding crop. I was in horse shows too. I am 61 years old and I can still rattle off the names of all the horses I rode when taking my lessons.
Each summer my family went to Star Lake, which was near the small town of Mountain, Wisconsin. There was a riding stable about 15 miles from Mountain in an even smaller town named Langlade. I would go to Rud’s as many days a week as my parents would let me. I would have to finagle a bit, after all, it was $3.00 a day to ride at Rud’s. I learned more than just horse riding on my days at Rud’s. I learned if I asked Grandpa to take me to Rud’s, he would take me , and he would give me $3.00 for the day. If I asked Grandma to take me to Rud’s, she would take me, and she would give me $5.00 for the day and tell me to “keep the change.” Rud’s was also a lesson in Finance and Economics. And it taught me who to ask.
I was browsing my shop on Etsy yesterday, and suddenly realized that I have some sort of vintage décor item that relates to horses on each of the 22 pages of Vintage goodies. Heck, I even have a Parade Bit in my shop. I sold a vintage bridle about a month ago. So here is my latest Equine Acquisition, a gorgeous horse head bookend. I hope he likes the Guestroom in the basement.
Here is the link to my Etsy Shop, The Vintage Porch https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheVintagePorch?ref=hdr_shop_menu