Confessions from the Farm House and riding a horse

I have come here today to confess my shame to all of you, Oh, I'm so ashamed...said with head bowed...I am afraid in all my tales, I have not really, truly, been totally honest with you. Well it's really just a little deception...
Alas, I wasn't as fearless as I seemed to be when I was a little squirt, (mean as the devil, feisty, and mischievous), but I was a little chicken from time to time...lol...even of the old snakes in that pond...for just a minute....as long as I wasn't touching it and had Spot along...

Wait, now that I think of it I did tell you I was scared of that old Tom Turkey and I did say I wouldn't go past the Haunted Tree, (not that I believed in them Ghost stories) just didn't see any sense in finding out the hard way...giggle. So I guess I wasn't totally dishonest...Bwahahahah

But tonight I will tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about one part of farm life that scared the Bee-Jesus, out of me, and that is horses...ok, stop laughing, I am scared spitless of riding horses. I don't mind getting close enough to pet one ...if some one pushes me into it, and is standing close enough to keep it from attacking me, ok, ok, maybe they won't attack me, but at that age I would have rather held a snake than ride a horse, and I wasn't going to touch a snake on purpose either...

One story my Dear Sister, (who by the way LOVED horses and would've lived on one if she could have,) loves to tell about is ........

One Summer when we were visiting the farm house, from New Orleans, My Granddaddy had a wooden leg and couldn't walk around alot, so he always rode the mare to the pastures to check on the cows and the crops, mostly corn and some cotton. Well this Summer I was about 3 and she was about 5. Granddaddy always took her with him to go check on the farm, I wouldn't get close to the horse. Well now, one Day he, in all his wisdom, decided enough was enough, I was going to learn to ride., he made Momma hand me to him and oh, my did all H*ll break loss...he went off down the lane with me in front of him on the horse screaming so loud, that when we passed that old Cider Tree if there had been a haunt in it, it would have run for dear life back to were it was it came from...it was a blood curdling scream...oh my not a pretty sound or sight....mean while back at the Ranch...lol...Dear Sister was standing at the front gate screaming loud enough to wake the dead down at the old cemetery 3 miles away. That wasn't turning out quit the way he'd hoped, Mom said she heard him coming back at a run, that horse was ready to get back to the barn, he told Mom, in quite a flustrate tone...here....take this screaming young'um and give me that other screaming young'um....needless to say I was quite ticked at him for several days and Dear Sis was one happy camper, all smiles cause she had her throne back after all she was his riding companion, how dare I try to take her place...and old Dixie trotted off back down the lane as happy as a lark, all was right in her world again. I could have sworn that darn thing looked over her shoulder and sneered at me as she trotted off, she never did like me...well I never liked her either. But needless to say he never tried to put ME on a horse again, he had learned his lesson...

Everyone in my family loved riding, wonder where I came from...I don't have a picture of Dean or Grandaddy on the horse but I did find this one of Jim, look how natural and comfortable he & my city cousin looked...that's bad even a CITY cousin (from Beaumont, TX.) who only came to the farm one week out of the year, loved to ride and was comfortable with it.

Here is one of me, when I was about 11, the only reason I was on this thing's back is my best friend was there to ride and I couldn't let her know how chicken I was...after all I was a farm girl and she was a city girl...oh the shame of it...another city person who wasn't afraid of a horse..

You can tell I was holding on for dear life and if that think had'a moved I'd died right then and there. LOL, Mr. Wigham, an older Gentlemen who rented the front pasture to keep his horses in, at that time, was standing right behind the camera, till Linda took my picture. She loved to ride so since there was only one horse there tame enough to ride ( how lucky for me), I sweetly let my guest ride all she wanted, after all I could ride anytime, now couldn't I.......hey it sounded good and she didn't find out I was to chicken to ride. Don't you love my flannel shirt, big leg rolled up jeans and saddle oxfords with bobby socks, typical early 50's dress. I even had on a belt...wow, I never wear belts any more.

Ok, so now you know my deep dark sins. I will try to do better next time. Oh, we also had a ghost in the Farm House...I kid you not, even our CockerSpaniel, Honey was afraid to go in the living room after dark, but then that's another story........Y'all come back now, ya hear.

Friday's Family Foto

Deborah over at http://picturespotspens.blogspot.com/ is hosting Favorite Family Foto. You get to see lots of family photos, hop on over and check them out. This week my Favorite Family Foto is about my youngest Granddaughter Morgan Caroline,

This is my last Grand so next week my post will be much shorter..lol...but I wanted to tell each of their stories separately.

Morgan was born in 2001 and from the day she entered this world that beautiful smile was the first thing people noticed, she is always smiling, her nickname swiftly became Sunshine, smiley, Monkey and Moo-Moo and she'd answer all of them with a smile...

See how big and bright it is...

She loved playing with Granny's doll even when she knew she wasn't allowed and when you scolded her this was her reaction...:-)

She loved her Mollie goat, yea I said Molly, hummm..we won't go there...lol...

Mollie thought she was a dog so no one has ever told her she wasn't.

She will sit at our fence and watch the neighbors cows for hours, she is our little animal lover. I missed her one day and this is where I found her..

She enjoys going to the Franklinton, LA Fair with her Bobby John, cause she gets to see all the animals

She loves to ride horses, she plans on being a Large Animal Vet, when she grows up...we'll see.

This is my favorite picture, they took this on the way home from a 3 day trip to New Orleans 3 yrs ago, just before Katina struck, they spent time at the Zoo , the Aquarium and took a Swamp tour, they said she was mesmerized by the Animals

She is our beautiful bundle of Sunshine...

She loved her cape I made for the wedding, but ..lol..she wanted it red, so she could play Little Red Riding Hood.

We call her our little Ellie Mae glamour girl, notice the bare feet, her favorite shoes...lol...

She begged her Mom to let her try on her wedding Dress, one day when Lori was moving it from the closet to storage, she had to stand in a chair to keep it from dragging the floor. She's torn between Country and Glamour..lol..

She started Soft ball at age 6 and still plays, she was missing her 2 front teeth and the sun was in her eyes...

Last year 7 yrs old

She is also a Jr cheerleader for Brookhaven high School Panthers

She decided to start dance this year. She is perfect for it long tall and slim.

how if we can get the Tomboy to hide for awhile and let the little lady come out...lol...

She received a guitar for Christmas so she is trying to learn to play,...lol..she just doesn't want to practice.

But as much as she loves her Momma and daddy, who calls her "Ole Dumb headed girl" and her face just lights up when he does... she is first and foremost a Brother's Baby. They love each other to death and I pity the poor boy who ever tries to date her, with out Connor's approval,...lol...he's got to get past Daddy and Brother.Morgan is so full of live and so bubbly, but DH and I call her our revenge, she's the one, Daddy will be out at 2 in the morning looking for...she has her own mind.

Thanks for sharing my Special little ones with me. Grands are so special, I jokingly say if I'd know how great they were, I'd just skipped the kids and went for Grandkids first...I can spoil them and then send them home to Momma and Daddy.