Thought I was going to wait until tomorrow to post but got blown away by the wind outside and came in for a break. It is time for Crispina‘s CCC number 83. I seem to be in a reminiscing mood. Or the photo prompts are jarring old memories. Either/or. The horse in the background made me think of one of the horses at the ranch because he had the colourings of an Oreo cookie There was a fight between calling him Caffoon or Oreo, so they compromised and called him Cafforeo. The things that remain in my memory banks, sheesh…
I Wanna Do It Again!
Summer of ’75, our family vacation was at Golden Acres Ranch in the Catskill Mountains of New York. Think “Dirty Dancing” but with horses. And I dunno if we were the only Gentiles there, but it sure felt like it.
(My youngest sister, Tracy, has been a horse fanatic since she can talk and walk. She tried to convince Dad that we could keep a horse in our backyard and she’d take care of it, promise!)
We were having a lesson in the main ring when Tracy’s horse, Cafforeo, took off like a bat outta hell, Tracy holding on tight, a smile the size of Canada across her face.
Mom and Dad and Mike, our teacher, ran like crazy to catch up with them, now safely in Cafforeo’s paddock.
“What did you do to make him take off like that?” Dad yelled.
“I dunno! But I want to do it again!”