Yep, that’s me. Ridin’ in a parade, probably for Threshing Days in my hometown. Every year they have a “show”, where they haul out all the old threshing machinery, ancient tractors and vehicles, and have a weekend of nostalgia.
This picture actually appeared in the local paper.
The horse’s name was Snooker. He was a full-bred Arabian gelding. Sorrel colored, with white socks and a white blaze on his nose. He was the most gentle horse with children, but put someone up there that knew what they were doing, and he was OFF like a shot! I rode him in many barrel races and flat-out race races. We also herded friends’ cattle when they needed to bring them back to their farms from far-off pastures in the fall. He loved every minute of it!
I usually rode bare-back, with a special saddle pad my parents had bought for me, and we rode everywhere. Like many early-teenage girls, I was horse mad for a while, till my folks moved into town and sold them all. I still have a lock of Snooker’s hair, though, trimmed from his mane. He was one of my best friends growing up, and I miss him like crazy. I’d often just go out to the pasture, hop up on his back, and lay down while he strolled around, eating. He’d listen without judgment, and I could escape on him when things got really tense.
He was an amazing babysitter when we had colts on the farm, and he’d follow you around like a dog.
Give him a bath, thought? His first thought was how to get to the nearest dirt patch to roll in!
Normally, I’d ride with tennis shoes, not boots, and definitely no hat, I HATED hat hair. But this parade was a “dress up” occasion, and I belonged to a Saddle Club at the time, so it was boots and hats all around. Notice the high-water pants, though? I think they were corduroy. Not much cowboy about that…