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Friday, January 26, 2007

Another old photo

I just got this sent to me from my dad this morning. I can't say what year this was but it was me and my Clydesdale mare Val. That should date it a bit for those who know. If only I could make out where it was taken. Dave, could you help me out with a date?

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AnonymousMon Feb 26, 08:06:00 PM
The pic of you and Val has to be from 90 or 91. Can't tell where you are though the hills are Norco/Corona
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AnonymousMon Feb 26, 08:12:00 PM
I wanted to say what a pretty blond in the blue dress. I may be partial to this lady.
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AnonymousMon Feb 26, 08:32:00 PM
I wanted to say what a pretty blond in the blue dress. I may be partial to this lady.
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I have been a hippophiliac {lover of horses} all my life. I was born in Garden Grove CA where we could not have horses. After wanting one for so long and saving LOTS of dimes and pennies, in the summer of 73 we moved to Norco CA. I finally got my first horse at age 7. She was a hateful Appaloosa mare in foal. Boy did those first horses teach me some things. By the time I was 10 I no longer had my own horse and had to ride the horses no one else wanted to, if I wanted to ride. I could ride horses my friends and family could not. I got the chance to work with show horses of several breeds and disciplines growing up. I lived within riding distance of Ingall’s Park so saw lots and lots of shows. My brother’s girlfriend (now his wife) showed Morgan horses and later their trainer bought the place across the road from my parents. Quite by accident I got into training horses. I mean that was all I wanted to do anyway, but to make money at it? COOL! I was 13. I started with rehabbing outlaw horses (a very learning experience for me) and went on to starting young Arabian horses then Morgans. In the early 90’s I moved to the Missouri Ozarks, near Ava. There I opened my own training barn open to the public. I trained horses for a living there for over 10 years before a bad marriage and an injury put an end to that. After the divorce and loss of my farm I traveled around quite a bit. I learned a lot and had good and bad times. I am now back home in the Ozarks with a brand new plan. I plan to build the ultimate trail horse. What that means to me is, big, bold, and beautiful. I want a horse pretty enough to show on the weekends, athletic enough to ride all day over rough terrain… day after day, and smart enough to save my life if need be, with a walk to bring tears to your eyes!!! I plan to start with the best blooded brood stock, with outstanding conformation, large hearts, big motors, and beautiful color...that can walk the walk, in the building of my ideal trail horse.

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Friday, January 26, 2007

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