tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post8544000855699781412..comments2024-03-01T06:49:59.106-05:00Comments on Behind the Bit: Gaga over horses -- when did it all begin?Stacey Kimmel-Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498926535389535263noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-46471523138099644132011-09-19T13:42:28.309-04:002011-09-19T13:42:28.309-04:00The first horse I fell in love with was Mr. Ed. I ...The first horse I fell in love with was Mr. Ed. I named all the horses on the merry go round at the local amusement park. I was a book addict as a kid, too. It started with the Billy and Blaze books. Then I read all the Marguerite Henry books, my favorites were Misty of Chincoteague and Stormy, Misty's Foal. I read every Black Stallion book written by the time I was a pre-teen. I think I SolitaireMarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05573053727692879169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-29693594259479987422011-09-11T05:34:46.109-04:002011-09-11T05:34:46.109-04:00Hi Allie, yes, I could be mistaken about the publi...Hi Allie, yes, I could be mistaken about the publisher and the title -- but not the concept, the colt was in china shop :-). Boy if you ever run across it...Stacey Kimmel-Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08498926535389535263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-75919992548303200922011-09-09T17:06:36.176-04:002011-09-09T17:06:36.176-04:00Oh, also, I think it's a horse gene. My grand...Oh, also, I think it's a horse gene. My grandmother was a West TX cowgirl, and my mother rode also. Grand father started the first rodeo in his west TX community.Kitty Bohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02030621211779302151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-3628652636559962432011-09-09T17:04:47.837-04:002011-09-09T17:04:47.837-04:00I have a vague memory of getting to take riding le...I have a vague memory of getting to take riding lessons when I was 3. When I was 8,my best friend's family bought a ranch, and that is where I got my start riding. However, once, when I was 8 and new in the saddle, a horse ran away w/ me on a cool fall day. The foreman came after me on his horse and grabbed the horse's reins because I was paralyzed and didn't know what to do. We Kitty Bohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02030621211779302151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-36664700408606864702011-09-09T13:15:20.637-04:002011-09-09T13:15:20.637-04:00Like so many others that commented, I can not reme...Like so many others that commented, I can not remember a time that I did not love all things horses. All my Barbies ever did was ride my Breyer horses.<br /><br />My mom is from Kentucky and we used to go visit her relatives for a week every summer when I was a kid. I was so disappointed that none of them had horses. <br /><br />My fav book as a child was 'A Pony for the Winter'. It Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10313417800020012776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-79833437026185550772011-09-09T11:37:34.617-04:002011-09-09T11:37:34.617-04:00I didn't remember that book until I saw the ot...I didn't remember that book until I saw the other 2 illustration. This must be one of the 1st books re: horses I remember!! From there it was Billy & Blaze, the Black Pony, Black Stallion, Black Beauty, etc. I can't remember a time when I didn't love horses and reading about them. But I've never owned one (insert violin music here, lol). I'm still waiting to see if my Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-3993215477917884082011-09-08T23:05:40.519-04:002011-09-08T23:05:40.519-04:00I'm wondering if your memory is fooling with y...I'm wondering if your memory is fooling with you and "The Colt in the China Shop" could have been named something slightly different. I buy lots of strange old children's books online, and it seems to me that if I can find a little Golden Book entirely devoted to Liddle Kiddles, all the little Goldens should be available somewhere. Not one single hit on that title. Could you be Allienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-91916114163147086672011-09-08T23:03:39.846-04:002011-09-08T23:03:39.846-04:00My horse obsession started when I was in 3rd grade...My horse obsession started when I was in 3rd grade and a family moved into my neighborhood that had horses and a girl my age. From that moment on I couldn't get enough. I read every book I could get my hands on, I put saddles & bridles (a jump rope & boat cushion) on my bike, I dreamed of ways to convert my parent's garden cart into a pony cart. After 2 years of obsession I Marnie Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13241962543917686722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-31814741283652091972011-09-08T21:35:25.358-04:002011-09-08T21:35:25.358-04:00I discovered the Blaze books (by C.W. Anderson) as...I discovered the Blaze books (by C.W. Anderson) as soon as I could read. Blaze and the Mountain Lion, Blaze and the Rumbleseat Pony--I read them all. I also played horse. I used to tie up my wagon and my tricycle like they were horses.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09105139100232743552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-11059535051498421592011-09-08T21:33:40.932-04:002011-09-08T21:33:40.932-04:00For me, a fellow librarian, it was the the Album o...For me, a fellow librarian, it was the the Album of Horses by Marguerite Henry. I read it over and over and spent hours trying to draw those beautiful horses.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-36517818555441054502011-09-08T20:09:34.712-04:002011-09-08T20:09:34.712-04:00Most of my riding friends that I know have someone...Most of my riding friends that I know have someone in their family that rode, so I feel like the odd one out when it comes to horses. Most of the have their own horse or looking for their own and I'm stuck with only being able to take lessons. I'm the only one in my family that's ever seriously ridden. My grandfather and dad like to take occasional trail rides and watch the races, Kaylynnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-55554447493479053382011-09-08T19:18:55.769-04:002011-09-08T19:18:55.769-04:00I have blogged about this, too.
The Black Stallio...I have blogged about this, too.<br /><br />The Black Stallion movie and later the book. I was three when I saw The Black on the big screen. Hooked for life. I still cannot believe that I did not end up with a black Arabian!Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07335385366138424092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-26232455327840052082011-09-08T17:31:49.265-04:002011-09-08T17:31:49.265-04:00I had "Whatever happens to baby horses" ...I had "Whatever happens to baby horses" as well! I can't pinpoint the start of it all but my parents knew it was serious when I clambered into a Clydesdale's stall at the county fairgrounds when I was a preschooler!Janicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14093558563358431804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-53614963478184885782011-09-08T16:28:56.757-04:002011-09-08T16:28:56.757-04:00I had a book called Album of Horses, with fabulous...I had a book called Album of Horses, with fabulous illustrations by Wesley Dennis. I found a new version of it when I started homeschooling, just because I had to have one. Still beautiful to me and I think I love it more than any of my girls ever did.Netherfieldmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14260647159580710835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-7516073985298980232011-09-08T15:53:59.250-04:002011-09-08T15:53:59.250-04:00Hi - Come and have a look at a newly launched Equi...Hi - Come and have a look at a newly launched Equine Social Blogging Network purely for Blogs http://hay-net.co.uk/<br />Increase your readership and meet other Equine Bloggers.<br />Thanks Sam (Haynet Admin)<br />http://equinemum.blogspot.com/Equine Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745158633433533850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-69287323468911675962011-09-08T15:21:44.000-04:002011-09-08T15:21:44.000-04:00Billie's got it right: I must have come out of...Billie's got it right: I must have come out of the womb loving horses, because I seriously can NOT remember ever being any other way. In one way this isn't surprising, since my mom likes them very much and had one as a kid. But she's certainly not horse-obsessed and has never ridden at all, other than the occasional trail rental, since childhood. On my dad's side of the family, RiderWriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05679157278313699794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-9814067673812943722011-09-08T14:46:16.505-04:002011-09-08T14:46:16.505-04:00My next door neighbor was two years older and SO C...My next door neighbor was two years older and SO COOL. She rode, so I watned to. I started at 6 at a summer camp.<br />The first day we got there to ride and all the horses were tied up. One was pulling back, pawing, and showing his general impatience and desire to work. Or so my 6 year old self believed. Everyone else was terrified of him, so of course I volunteeered to ride him. And fell Nethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08817230186352688525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-22165018281031098942011-09-08T14:02:44.502-04:002011-09-08T14:02:44.502-04:00I was a horse-kid-without-a-horse since my days lo...I was a horse-kid-without-a-horse since my days loving Roy Rogers. (Oh, that golden Trigger!) And I was the typical reader who wanted to be a horse. In the playground I pretended to be a wild horse, sometimes limping because of some "injury" fighting off cowboys or mountain lions. I did this so much my teacher thought I had a disability. I memorized Black Beauty, all the Walter liquidambarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08753215160496567475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-91780759293919440942011-09-08T13:34:38.057-04:002011-09-08T13:34:38.057-04:00My obsession started when my kindergarten or first...My obsession started when my kindergarten or first grade class went on a tour of the calvary stables at the Ft Hood, TX military base. I was an army brat so it wasn't until my dad finally retired and we were stationary for a while that I was able to start seriously riding :)hammerhorseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07144749417680923288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-464237256793983902011-09-08T13:23:37.329-04:002011-09-08T13:23:37.329-04:00From the time anyone can remember I wanted a horse...From the time anyone can remember I wanted a horse, and would shriek for the car to stop if I saw one in a pasture. I played 'horse' as a girl - pretended I WAS a horse, pretended the neighborhood dogs were horses (we didn't try to ride them, but did corral them around and did "groundwork" with them!) - as I got older I read books about horses and began to study everything Ibilliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18187141867284800597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317822193674196694.post-89078822124014767682011-09-07T13:27:15.348-04:002011-09-07T13:27:15.348-04:00We had "Whatever happens to baby horses."...We had "Whatever happens to baby horses." I recognize the cover. It must have been one of the first for us, too. <br /><br />All kinds of books fed our love--since we had no real contact with horses until we were teens. Could the reason I love Morgans be due to Marguerite Henry? Somehow, I think so...<br /><br />And don't forget the breyers--still have them. Some toys you can&#Judihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01696430372464786833noreply@blogger.com