Naming the West : Stories Davisburg School

Davisburg school - Student Senior Story 1

I remember my parents buying this quite old horse. And I thought this was the most wonderful horse in the world. Because when I was five and still just getting started at school, if I fell off the horse stopped, and didn t take a step. Just stopped right there so that then I could lead him to the ditch to get on, because my parents would not let me have a saddle. I had the horse, but no saddle. Never ever did I have a saddle while I was going to school.  There were odd times in the middle of the winter when a horrible blizzard would come and we d be in the school, and so it was not a, not a good time for somebody eight years old or whatever to be riding home in a blizzard.  And um, my dad would come and pick me up with the car or the truck or whatever we had and leave the horse, and just leave the horse without any bridle or halter or anything else, just leave the horse. By about one o clock  in the night, or the morning, the dog would go crazy because the horse would suddenly arrive home. Now could you imagine, I lived what was then five miles away from the school, okay, I should do a transfer to   that would be roughly, what, about seven and a half kilometers? That was a long way, and the lovely horse would make his way home and the dog, being part of the family, would make all sorts of barking and warn us that the horse was home. And you know, when I look back, I think what a wonderful set of teamwork because I was safe, the horse was safe, the dog was the alerter and it was all very magic, when I look back at it.