We had a horse on our farm when I was growing up. She was not an endearing animal. I respect horses, but they have not been consequential in my life. I have never had a good equine relationship. Recently, however, my appreciation for horses has expanded.
The “One Book, One Valley” nomination this year in Estes Park was The Ride of Her Life: The True Story of a Woman, Her Horse, and Their Last-Chance Journey Across America. I fell in love with the two horses that are integral to the story. I felt the connection the author described and the sorrow when one of the horses died.
I was not sad, however, when our farm horse passed. Betty was a gray appaloosa cross who really hated riders. My dad had to catch her for me as she was not cooperative about the prospect of a rider. We never had a saddle for her, so I always rode bareback. My dad said that it made me a better equestrian because I did not rely on a saddle to stay on her back. She would reluctantly trot and when she sensed we were headed back home, she would break into a full gallop. Betty was always in control. I never felt any bond, and I know that was what she wanted.
Nevertheless, I admire people like my friends Deb (see photo) and Chris who have had intimate relationships with horses. Horses have been unique in human history and culture. Their strength, grace, and intelligence are revered in the work they have done as well as the pleasure they provide for people. Before modern machinery, my grandfather used to talk about their role in agriculture as well as in moving around.
I am learning that what may set horses apart from some other animals is their deep unions with humans. Although I have never experienced it, people tell me that horses are intuitive creatures capable of reading human emotions through cues like tone of voice and body language. Horses capture humans because of their strength and nobility.
I doubt I will ever have such an inclination toward horses, but I appreciate them more because of reading this book. I am glad they hold a special place in the hearts of my good friends.
Karla,
Make sure Leo reads this, and maybe Dennis Howard’s wife, Lin. They
both are horse riders (lovers?) big time. I think they will appreciate it,
as do I. I’m sure I would have been a horse lover had I had the opportunity
to look after one in my life. Still, those few horses I have ridden have left
me with some great memories, especially “Taffy,” the horse I rode as a
boy outside of Battle Creek, Iowa when my family visited my mom’s cousin.
Ah, memories.
❤️ I loved that Rowdy boy….