When we first moved to Florida in 1999, two total strangers took our family into their home while we waited for our house. They gave us a place to sleep, and fed us for at least a month. The kids all slept in curious corners and places in the living room. I still marvel at their hospitality and the love that they demonstrated to us. They are still dear friends though Sally is now teaching biology in the local high school and Donn drives a school bus and we do not see them often.
Sally and Donn had no children of their own except for Max, their rescued dog, and Beeker Bird, a cockatiel. They also had three horses. Deedee, on whose back I am perched in the photo, was a Percheron. I was familiar with the Clydesdale style of large horses, but Deedee introduced me to her breed. We went on a trail ride that day, and before I got back to the barn I was wishing for a cushion upon. I had to climb a stepladder to mount her.
Sally and Donn spend their summers in the UP, and I took care of the horses. The most exciting moment of that summer was the morning I found Deedee lying on the ground; she had colicked. Anyone want to help get a Percheron up on her feet?
Love the pic! Did you use ropes?
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To hang cattle rustlers?
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I mean when she fell down.
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I wasn’t sure – that was one of the things I thought. To the best of my remembering, my son was there helping me, and a neighbor came by, and we got her up with either a harness or ropes. And main force. We called the vet, too, and she came and relieved her of a lot of the gas. Scared me half to death. But Deedee was always getting into stuff she shouldn’t
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Kinda sounds like me when I”m naughty.
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The Professor is naughty? Never say it!
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Only every second day.
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I can imagine. I am, of course, married to Harry who began that way, but alas.
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Harry sounds like the perfect warrior! *wicked professorish smile*
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He’s like Don Quixote.
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Which is cool. But I’m not sure who that is.
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Well, to really get to know him, you’d have to first learn Spanish, specifically, the kind spoken and written awhile ago. They made a show out of the book called Man of LaMancha. (It was part of the title of the original book). Authored by by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra during Spain’s golden age.
Don Quixote is a Spanish knight who goes out into the world to rid it of evil. He is a dreamer and an idealist and wanted to see the return of chivalry. (Which gave us the phrase, “tilting at windmills) He also was very near-sighted. His esquire, Sancho Panza on the other hand, was very practical and had an earthy sense of humor.
It occurs to me that it might make an interesting Punchy video.
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How interesting! I’d probably never be able to learn Spanish. And it does seem like a good idea that way.
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You could if you had to. Best thing to do is to put you into Italy to learn Italian. You’d be surprised how fast you would learn Italian.
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I’m hopeful the sudden now.
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You gotta have high hopes…
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How cute! That seems a long time ago!
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It was a very long time ago.
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That is a great photo as well as a sweet story! But, and no offense here, it’s only Wednesday. 😉 Your title made me look at my calendar. LOL! 😀
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Laughing. It was an accident. I got my days mixed up and thought yesterday was Wednesday. You are the only person who was brave enough to say anything – or maybe the only one who is a good observer.
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LOL! I only said something because last week I went around talking about it being Friday all day and it was only Thursday. It ruined my whole week when I realized I was wrong. LOL! 😀
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I don’t know what you call that, but for me I call it “Old Timer disease.”
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LOL! I wouldn’t call it that, but I do believe my kids would say that about me! LOL! 😀
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I bet you have some interesting moments in your family. 😀
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LOL! This is true! Interesting is an understatement. 😉
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Lovely horse! Goodness, she’s big, though! I doubt if I’d be able to let her curl up on the bed at night… 😉
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Probably not. Draft horses don’t fare well indoors. 🙂
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How did you meet them? What led to the invitation? And what the heck does it mean when a horse has “colicked”?
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I’m going to give you a web site to describe the colic thing. It’s simpler for me. http://www.horserides.org/colic.html
We were moving to Florida, and our house was not ready when we got there. The couple (who attended the church we would be joining) volunteered to take care of us until our house was ready. We met them the day we arrived in Florida.
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That brief moment in time has to be one of the fondest, Susan. Nothing better than time with friends, a horse and children sleeping just about anywhere. Ha!
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It was a good time, Audrey. 🙂
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Susan, FRIDAY there will be a post for you at Petals. I nominated you for a special award. Love, Amy
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I shall try to be patient until tomorrow comes. 😉 Thank you.
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You will have to be. Tee hee. No amount of pleading is getting that post up until tormorrow morn. Sorry. *not* xx
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😀
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This is a LOVELY photo, and great memory. You two look nice together! 🙂 Deedee survived the colic attack, yes? Those are so dangerous!
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Yes, she did.
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She’s a beautiful girl! You look lovely too!
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Why thank you, DR. She was sweet, but very stubborn.
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