Tales of a Pony named Flicka I

Many moons ago, there was a man who loved horses. I don't really know why, but he did. The pony in the picture is Flicka, and oh my...the memories we have of this pony. (I will have to break this up, because there are lots of memories!) As long as I can remember, which is not that far, we had horses. Our Dad enjoyed them..I think he mostly liked to watch them, or maybe he liked watching us with this pony! Flicka was very smart, smarter than we were! Now, I must say that I was always a little afraid of these crazy animals. I had just as soon be on the back as to be in control...if you can control them!!! I mean, just look at this pony...do you see the look he is giving me & you???Ha! He bit my sister's ear one time, yep she was loving on Flicka & he just nipped her ear right quick like! That was enough for me to know that this animal could not be trusted. Next, every time you try to put a saddle on them...they blow their bellies up so the girth is not so tight on them...in hopes that you fall off & they get a break and laugh! One afternoon my cousin, Paula & myself decided we would ride double...well about the time we got by the grain bins, he decided he would just lay down...yep, he got us off his back right quick like! This pony was so smart he would wait until we were all tucked in our beds, in our night gowns, to inform Daddy that he had not been watered! Oh yes he did, the nerve of him! I don't think we had central air at this time or we might have gotten away with it. But, he would stand at the gate & neigh until Daddy would ask us, "Girls, did ya'll water the horses?"( yes there were 2, one did not belong to us...but we had to tend to it & he was meaner than Flicka ever thought about!) Then, would start..it was Lynn's turn, no it wasn't..it was Jill's turn! Then Papa bear would say...get yall's butts out there right now & water those horses...did ya'll feed them...uh...sure we did! We would say to each other...they will be o:k till morning...it was real dark up there at that barn! Besides that, you would have to play dodge the tree's with Flicka just to get to the barn!!! Yes, he would chase you!!! Most of the time it was o:k, but then he would decide to chase you...or get right behind you & follow you...just daring you to run. I mean, one would think, if someone is going to feed you, you would not try & play games with them. I have jumped from tree to tree, to a pile of ole criso posts, back to a tree, until I could get to the gate. He did not chase you all the time....just when he felt like it! Now, back to the water...it wasn't like we could just turn on a spigot & fill up the trough, no....that would be to easy....instead, we had to drag a hose across the road & fill it up, then drag it back again, imagine that! We tried leaving it across the road, but Daddy did not like that to well. We also tried to get Daddy to run a pipe under the road, he did not go for that one either! Flicka was always getting out, he was smart I tell ya. One time Daddy was tired of him getting out...so he loaded some bird shot in the gun & busted the hind end of that dumb horse. Well, after that...he ran straight to the gate & waited for Daddy to open the gate & let him in. I do not think he ever got out again.

Corn Memories II

I also remember picking a bunch of corn for Martha Jean Copeland, she only liked the field corn...I believe Burt & Scott came over & I helped them fill up a small truck...I was just glad it was not going to my house! We did some serious laughing in that corn field! They kept saying...that's enough, but I insisted they needed more! Fun memories!

Memories of corn

I have put up a few ears of corn this year, someone gave Winston the seed & he planted it. It is sweet corn & so good...right out of the field...raw! He laughs when I eat it like this...your not really going to eat that are you, he asks? Yep, I am...he just shakes his head. Now, you know he is an implant farmer.....that is... one taken out of the city or the berbs, is Dasher a berb?....and taught to farm, later in life. It really does not qualify one as being raised on a farm. The reason I know this is....1. the corn 2. he don't eat tomatoe's 3. nor watermelon! (Everyone knows that JB was the one that was always on the tractor with his Dad. He loved it, Winston worked in town at Sing Bro.'s & also painted...he hates to paint!) He does love to farm though! Sorry..got side tracked. The corn has brought back some childhood memories....Lynn, my sister, & myself would take the pick up truck to the corn field...usually just field corn not so much sweet corn...mom doctored it up! We were told to fill up the back end of the truck. Then bring it back to the house, sit under the carport, shuck and silk it, & Mom would not accept any silks! We had a metal tub with cool water to drop the ears in, Mom would come & get the ears....cut it off..cook it...cool it...bag it...and if it had a silk on it at the time of inspection we got to re-silk it! Fast forward 15 years or so........At one time our kids wanted creamed corn. We told them that was great, they could help put it up! Cole & Winston picked it, the girls helped shuck & silk it, Winston, Mom & I cut it off, cooked...cooled & bagged it. Our kids have never since asked for creamed corn. I told them we would gladly plant some, but they had to help...they said, it was not worth it! They sure do enjoy eating it at Grandma Bridges! Hmmmm!!!