The Appaloosa Saga continues
Down Memory Lane!     Page 2
 

PICTURE #1

HEY MOM, WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M HEADING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION? I AM JUST FOLLOWING MY NOSE!!!

From left to right: Dixie, Stormy, Wimpy, Stealth. Dixie is such a fine broodmare and very gentle. She has produced defined color, great conformation, and well disposition foals. The best part is that you never know what to expect as far as color goes. Stormy and Stealth are prime examples, for they are full brother and sister. Dixie is getting old now, kinda like me, (smile), but she is still producing great babies, an easy keeper, and a joy to ride although I am not able to ride any more, She is tried and true and wonderful around children which you all know can be quite rambunctious when around horses...

Stormy came into this world one night when the wind was howling, the lightning flashing, and raining blue thunder. He was pasture born and in the middle of all the storm, but Dixie had everything under control and when they came to the barn the next morning , Stormy was dry and fluffy and jumping all around...Hence, the name Stormy, the leopard stallion...

The next mare pictured is Wimpy and although she is relatively new here she has produced 2 loud colored leopard foals and we are hoping to have number 3 this next spring.. I would like to insert here that we didn't have any babies this 1998 year. I figured that these little mothers needed a years break to re-coop and regroup a little. These quiet years are hard on me with no babies jumping and playing and running all around......Can't wait till next spring, there will be spots and more spots everywhere, LOL.......Stealth has a lightning strip on her face but her color is as solid as a jug. But she made up for it in the disposition department, for she is so sweet and would follow me everywhere like a little puppy...We sold her to a nice family who love her to death...


PICTURE # 2

HEY MOM, AM I THE CABOOSE IN THIS ONE HORSE TRAIN? I BETTER BE, BECAUSE MY TAIL IS STICKING OUT. LOL

This little girl's name is Vanna, named after her grandsire, you guessed it, Van and she is a sister to Stormy and Stealth. I lost Dixie's head in this picture as they were on the move and I wasn't. LOL


PICTURE # 3

HEY MOM, WHAT'S FOR SUPPER? IS THIS ALL I GET? WHERE'S THE BEEF? LOL

This little guy's name is Viper and he was sold before he was weaned. Well no wonder, just look at all those spots (smile). He has a full sister, Snoopy, which is colored in the same manner Wimpy is the mom here and was only 3 years old when she had this, her first baby.... What a way to start a career as a broodmare... WOW!!! Well, I hope that you have liked lookin at all these spots, (smile) , but there is still more to come.
 

A STORY ABOUT MY GRANDPA!

I'd like to tell you a little story which was told to me by my Grandpa... It seems as I recall this all started out in Fairview, Ky. It was in the winter time and the date was somewhere in the middles 1930's. It was bitter cold out and there wasn't much a poor farmer could do in that weather except walk down to the general store and sit around and have a soda pop, if you had the nickel to buy one, and talk to the other farmers about the depression, the weather, or just snuggle around the old pot bellied stove and watch the hot checker game.

Well My Gram pa, when he was young, was kinda on the ornery side and he walked into that old store and could tell right off that the checker game wasn't going to well and everyone was just standin round lookin bored to death. They weren't even talkin bout the weather. The store keeper was rared back in his old straight back chair, you know kinda leanin up against the wall, bout halfa sleep. Well, by golly, gramps couldn't stand this quiet and decided to walk out and look at the Jeff Davis monument across the road but when the store keeper wouldn't get up to take that nickel for the soda, Well, it was the straw that broke the camels back. Grandpa threw a nickel on the counter and walked over to the ol' stove. He then proceeded to open the door of the stove and chuck a piece of wood in, which Everyone thought it was a nice gesture. You know keep that ole heater hot and all, but what nobody knew was that with that piece of wood went a handful of 45cal. shells.

Grandpa then left, walked across the ole road and sat down on the stone wall and waited. I'm here to tell you that it wasn't a very long wait cause all of a sudden there was a terrible commotion in the ole store. Yep, them poor ole farmers come alive cause that stove went to jumpin, bullets went to wizzin, the stove pipe that went straight up through the roof blowed up and soot and smoke bellowed out of that stove ta where a man couldn't see anything.

Of coarse being across the road sittin and watchin, it took on a different perspective. Grandpa said those farmers were jumpin out the windows, fallin over each other gettin out the front door, and one fella busted down the back door with such momentum that he didn't get stoped till he run right over the outhouse. (for you young people that might not know what a outhouse is, well it was a out side bathroom, toilet if you will. Most were a 2 holer lessen you were rich, then it was a 3 holer) Grand Pa said it was the funniest thing he ever saw but it was a couple of weeks or so before he went back to the store. I guess that he figured that it would be safer ifin he give them mad farmers a little bit of time to cool down. hee hee hee..
I recon he was right........