Beth, Laura and Grandma with Macaroni in the 70's
I lived and breathed horses as a youngster. I read about horses, thought about horses, pretended I was a horse. I had had lessons on a paint called Sam before my father left when I was seven. My great grandmother said I had an old soul. I was always very responsible and serious. As the oldest of four children, left with a mother who was a bit less than responsible, I stepped up into the adult rule to raise my brothers and sisters. I never thought that any one realized it. In middle school I had a scary health teacher. One day in class I could not stop coughing. She followed me into the hallway and talked to me about how I was missing school to care for my younger siblings but no one was caring for me. I was also painfully shy and very quiet. I found it hard to believe that she seemed to know what was going on. At 12 years old I became the only one in the family to work. I had a newspaper route, every morning before school I delivered papers. After school I delivered papers. Then I did my home work.
When I was 14 years old my 'Uncle' Danny' (My mother's best friend's husband) and my grandparents arranged for me to have a pony. Uncle Danny's sister had horses so I think maybe it had been theirs. My grandparents agreed to pay to board the pony. I had always been a favorite of my grandparents. I was blessed to have such thoughtful and kind people around me. My mother named the pony, Macaroni. She said the Kennedy's had had a pony named Macaroni. Also she recited the song, " Yankee Doodle went to town riding on a pony, stuck a feather in its cap and called it Macaroni", thusly. So the pony was called Macaroni. My favorite food is pasta so it was approriate. I was able to visit Macaroni over the next year or so. There are still songs that I hear that take me back to the drive to the barn where Macaroni was stabled. I was very blessed.
I am a daughter of God. I am a wife and a mother. I am an animal lover. I have devoted my life to the care and well being of animals. Each one has taught me valuable lessons. Each loss tore a piece from my heart. You are welcome to share some of my experiences here on this page.