Time for you to win a Sis Boom Hobby Horse of your very own... or oven mitts or Victorian girl with horse pillow.
Leave a comment, telling about your first pony ride/ horse experience--- or what your first memory in the kitchen might be -or just leave a comment- PLEASE!I'll let this go through Wednesday night 6/10/09 EST, then hand it over to the Random Number Generator for an edict.
29 comments:
I would have to tell you of my third riding lesson. I was 10 years old, and I was to ride a new horse, Mac. We were going to learn to trot that day. I was so excited to go. We started out by trotting around the ring nice and steady. The ring was rock solid, except for one enormous mud puddle which we would plow through every time around. At one point, I noticed Mac breathing heavily, but didn't think anything of it. We come to the mud puddle and the next thing I know, I am airborne and land face down in the mud! The instructor is screaming instructions as I climb out of the mud. Turns out Mac had a heart attack and kindly propelled me into the mud...otherwise I would have broken many bones! Unfortunately, Mac died a few days later, but as a child and teen, I never came off a horse again, no matter how wild or crazy the horse was! That was a make it or break it for me and riding...and here I am still at it!
My daughter loves hornse and for the last two years we have been lucky enough to send her to a couple of horse camps for 5 days each. She just loves them. I am also a lover of horse, but sadly do not ride. A little too scared...shhh, don't tell. I have ridden. My first ride was thanks to my sweet aunt in Denver, Co when I was 14. It was fun, but I was very sore for a week! LOL
Anyway thanks so much for letting me ramble.
Angie H.
nubiannut100@earthlink.net
Hi Nancy,
Horsey story chosen here.
When my sister (who’s a little older than me), and I were teens living in the English countryside, we would have horse riding lessons on Saturday mornings along a forest trail.
Nevertheless, I’ll never forget the expression on her face the first day we met our designated horses. Out of the stable boldly trotted the first horse, which was to be mine: a dark, confident, handsome looking thoroughbred, which was twelve times my size! Then out hobbled Tommy. Tommy was olden, broken, and quite diminutive, although I did love him. When the trainer handed him over to my sister, time stood still, as she slowly looked at me sideways with a dark vibe. She sulked the whole day through, and we never quite saw eye to eye again!
Horsey story over here.
Jennifer sent me and I'm so glad she did. Lovely work. I've been on ponies but don't have strong memories, however I have many kitchen ones. I learned to bake at my grandma's knee. I learned always wear an apron, always wash your hands, never eat raw cookie dough (yeah right), and grandma's are THE best cooks. I have my grandma's cookie jar and I have lots of very loving memories seal in that jar.
I haven't riden a horse in years, but in junior high I did my fair share of western pleasure horse shows. I cried and cried the day my instructor tried to get me to canter for the first time. It was on a pokey pony named Ginger. When I finally forced her into the canter I loved it! I felt like I was floating. I realized how ridiculous my tears were. Oh well, lesson learned.
Thanks for the chance to win.
I'll share a moment in 4-H when I was showing horses. I wanted to impress a few boys with my cutie show outfit and my boots didn't match as well as some others that did NOT have steel toes. I figured I would sacrifice guts for glamour and ended up with mashed toes in the show arena...They were purple for weeks, because we all know that horses are in no hurry to move when they're standing on your foot:) Hopefully I'll win your "footless" horsey for my little one!!!
The one and only time I was on a horse is one of those traumatic childhood things that only as an adult seem funny. I was 8 and my girl scout troop went to a horse farm. We were allowed to ride the horses with someone leading the reigns. All of a sudden my horse went crazy and literally threw me off the back of it. No one was hurt, just a little shaken up. Apparently the horse had had a small cut under the saddle and having a rider on it freaked her out.
Not a very uplifting horse story...but it's all I've got since I haven't been near one since! I do love the hobby horses though!
Shannon
s.kinnan@yahoo.com
My first horse experience was with my pastor's horse. My dad was a staff pastor at a large church in Oregon, when I was a child. The senior pastor had been a rodeo chaplain for years, and had the most beautiful quarter horse. The pastor would ride him every day, so he had a horse stable and corral built behind the church. He would take all the kids on rides often. I was probably 4 or 5 when I had my first one.
I'm not much of a horse rider, but I did log many hours as a kid on a wooden rocking horse my grandpa made. haha. I love the ponies. I love the oven mit. I love all the fabric. I guess I love it all.
I grew up riding horses...my older sister is a horse-lover too! I used to ride a little (11 hands) pony named Little Feather...he was black and white and had a leg at each corner...all cuteness! I love those cute stick horses....adorable!!!
Not actually a "tail" about my first horse ride yet, because believe it or not...I have yet to get on a horse and I am 50 years old!!!!! I have always wanted to ride one, but the opportunity never comes about. Went on vacation one time and had tickets to ride, but the weather was horrible and I didn't ride then either. But someday I can't wait to ride on a horse and pet it!!!! Kind of silly I suppose!
Great site - keep up the good work and put me in the raffle please!
Charmaine
cmcmc7@yahoo.com
i am so afraid of horses despite lessons and even a horse-venture on my honeymoon. On the honeymoon trip, I cried so hard that the tour guide had to put a leash on my horse and walk with us all the way up and down the mountain. It was embarressing! I for one could care less if my prince rides in on a horse...in fact, I hope he doesn't. Regardless of these fears, I love your ponies!!!
I have a horse story - it wasn't my first ride, but it's one I'll always remember. I think I was in 5th grade & we had recently moved to a new city. My dad's new boss was a true hores family & we were invited to go riding with their son who was close to my & my brother's age. I was riding behind him (Kent, I think) and having a great time...then I opened my mouth to tell him something & a huge horse fly landed on my tongue. It was so gross! I can still vividly recall how nasty it was MANY years later! Thanks goodness it was the only time it ever happened & it wasn't gross enough to keep me away from horses!
I've got 2 little girls who would be thrilled from the tips of their toes to the top of their heads if we were the lucky winner of one of your ponies!!
Karen G.
I want to share the experience of my daughter's first REAL ride.. for ages she was terrified of horses and ponies, no matter what size. One day we were at some friends and she decided enough was enough and she wanted to ride so she climbed up on their horse with my friend and LOVED it. This horse was a CLYDESDALE who was larger then my Honda CRV. Talk about BIG steps for a 5 year old! She is now obsessed and we are looking into riding lessons.
I love your blog! What a creative person you are!! God bless -Rene'
Well, I have but one pony experience and it's not all that exciting, on the pony I sat and it plod along....but in the kitchen, the memories are plentiful. I am a very young mother but feel I've always been an old soul. My favorite memories of childhood are not of running wild or vacations but of quiet afternoons in the kitchen with my Grandma. As 1 of 7 children I think the solitude was what I craved the most and the cooking was just a bonus. I learned everything I know from my Grandma and still call her up regularly for how long to cook this, or what was that spice you used type of things.....I would love to win either the pillow or oven mitt for her!!!
Rachel
fairyquilter@msn.com
I remember going to the relatives for a visit and riding my cousins horse at age 5. The horse was so big it ran up a hill and started eating something it wasn't suppose to. I guess I was small and too inexperienced to get it to move for a ride, my cousin had to come and take the reins and rescue me.
Thanks for the chance to win, Jennifer's fabrics are gorgeous.. Beautiful Blog by the way..
my best friend was leaving town for the summer. she brought me over to learn how to take care of her horse. i learned to clean his hooves, brush him, how many oats, how much hay, how to get the bit into his mouth, how lead him, how to get onto him, how to ride english. i went there every day for a month and half after school and totally took care of him myself, with her help. then, summer came along. and it was all me. he didn't want me riding him when she wasnt there for some reasson, but sheila had told me to be firm. i got on anyway. he bucked. i held on. he ran over to the fence and squeezed my leg between the fence and him and cut my leg as he smashed my leg into the fence for about 30 feet THEN he bucked me off. it wasn't a great day.
it's funny now though!!!!
Hello! So nice to find your blog. My horse memories all revolve around my oldest girl, Jade, now 20, who at 8 decided that she should ride horses like all the girls in the books she was reading. Me, preggers with #4 (we eventually had 7) and Jade had just done 2nd & 3rd grtades in 10 months (we're homeschoolers) wanted to do 4th. She was 8 yrs old, and I was like, you just did 2 grades. Just go read or something! So she did. AFter about 10 or 12 books, she says, "Can I take lessons?" "Well, sure," I say, "You find a place to ride and I'll take you but it has to be within 15 mins. So my firstborn gets the phonebook, starts calling farms, gives them our address and asks if they are within 15 mins of her house. She finally found one, made an appt, and let me know! That precocious, bright girl o'mine is now 20, my Jade, and is owner of her 2nd horse, The Taggerung, and worked and rode at that farm she found, Willowbend, for 10 yrs.
I have no horse memories to share. I've never really been on them. I do have kitchen type memories. I was in 4-H until I went to college. Our group was more home-ec based. My first sewing project was making an apron. My mother saved it and now my children use it. My first public demonstration for 4-H was "How to set a table". I can still see myself with the 10lb microphone around my neck! I love Sis Boom and the horses are too cute.
I didn't grow up riding horses, but I married a man who was raised on a farm and whose father has about 25 horses. I had ridden a horse once in high school at a camp (very uneventful) and once at their farm. That was sooooo much fun. We lived overseas at the time, so we didn't get to visit often. Well, we were coming home and I told my hub I couldn't wait to ride horses. "You can't." he said. "I know it's winter, but I'll dress warm. I really want to ride the horses through the woods again." This was my determined reply. "You can't," he calmly said again. "Why not? Did your dad sell them?" I retorted. "No," he replied, "You're pregnant, remember?"
I had forgotten about being 3 months pregnant. There was no way my father-in-law was going to let the woman carrying his first grandchild on a horse when she was so inexperienced.... Sigh.... so I had to wait.
That baby was born and he had her on a horse by the time she was 6 months old. She's 2 and rides alone now. She loves horses and needs her own stick pony!
Sorry for the novel, but I hope it was entertaining!
-Mandi
I used to ride horses with the neighbor kids. They were much older then I and took good care of me.
I grew up riding. I can not recall the first time I was on a horse since it was right about the time I learned to walk. What I can tell you is that there is something about horses that strikes a soft spot right in the middle of a girls heart. My girls have been struck hard and neither has sat upon a ponies back. Maybe it's genetic...something invisible passed through the blood. Or a virus caught off the wind. Every time I take the girls into a toy shop with a hobbyhorse they plead for one as they galloping about the store. My son wants to be a cowboy but it has nothing to do with the horses!
ok - this is a fun one... my father was a great horseman; my mother pretended until she got married then never got on a horse again. Dad wanted us to ride but did not push it since Mom was not an enthusiast; he did not want us to get hurt - my first riding lessons were a bit traumatic - the riding instructor was fierce and she spoke harshly - shouting left rein, right rein; I became flustered - I was a shy girl; I became confused about my left and right hands (I think I was in second grade) and to this day, I confuse my left and right hands when in a pinch - it is a family joke - you should hear me giving directions in the car - turn left, left, left - oh I mean right... I never became a good rider, none of us did. But we went out in the buggy and the pung and the sleigh with our father all the time - I can probably still harness a horse to a buggy and I remember cleaning the harness very well. Love all the equestrian saddle pads
These are wonderful horses, oh and I love the mits also....cooking and horses, two of my loves.
My first horse ride was at 2 years. I don't remember it, but there are photos and stories. My grandpa did the honors. I rode with him and my mom was not a happy one. She did not want me on that horse, grandpa or not.
Grandpa and I rode every Sunday afternoon from that day until age 9, when he sold the horses. Now that's another story and a sad day at our farm.
I long for horses again to start the tradition with my children. Country here we come!!!! Thanks for letting me share the story.
We love sis boom. My little girl wears it most days. She'd love to ride it, too.
My first experience with a horse didn't go so well. I fell off and had the wind knocked out of me. But it didn't stop me from getting right back on!!!
I'm a southern girl so many of my early memories revolve around being in the kitchen with my mother and grandmother and helping to make fried chicken and okra and mashed potatos and all of the other southern soul food that makes you feel so cozy and comfortable. I still associate certain foods and recipes with my grandmother and think of her every time I cook them.
-Amy
(Crafting by Candlelight)
My aunt and uncle lived on a cattle farm and they had a beautiful white horse. When I was about 5 years old, my uncle took me for a short ride, I was in front of him...well I made a "click-click" sound like "giddy-up" and my uncle said, NO...don't do that" and before I could stop, the horse bolted and nearly knocked him off the back....it was fun and funny....he laughed when it was over, but I think he thought the horse was going to carry me to the next county.....good memory!!
My family was blessed with the most wonderful pony named Calico. I have so many fond memories of her, but one stands out in particular for me. It was a very cold winter and my mother, who rarely was ill, came down with the flu. She had been sick in bed for days, and the only thing I could think of to cheer her up was to bring Calico in to visit,like people do at the hospital. So, believe it or not, I marched her right through the front door, down the hall and into my mom's bedroom...my mother started laughing so hard it brought tears to her eyes! My father and the whole family couldn't stop laughing! Never underestimate the healing power of a little pony. (My mother felt much better the next day.)
Calico lived until the ripe old age of 46, and I miss her every day...she was truly one of a kind.
My first?,,,,oh wowzer! that was so long ago,,,but here goes,,,,
We were living in Ft. Knox Kentucky (early '60's)at the time (Daddy was career Army). One day and as a special treat mom gave me enough money to go to the near by stable to rent & ride the one of the ponies, as luck would have it I got "Dynamite" need I say more? Pony with an attitude! But none the less it was fun and my best friend & I would frequent the stable on a weekly basis to help feed the ponies, all 2 of them...As it would turn out, Dynamite became my favorite...but alas as with all military families daddy got re-stationed and once again we moved. But I still remember Dynamite.
As for horses, I have a special fondness for Morgans.
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