tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post717280846304478776..comments2024-03-29T09:40:44.840-04:00Comments on Granny Sue's News and Reviews: Working with Horses...and MulesGranny Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-70082431312211270802015-12-08T17:35:59.068-05:002015-12-08T17:35:59.068-05:00I grew up with mules. Barney and Tobe. Tobe belong...I grew up with mules. Barney and Tobe. Tobe belonged to my father, Barney to his father but they were a team. Tobe was huge and temperamental but loving. He and my father were best friends for 26 years. they were a team too. I have a few Barney and Tobe stories and would love to tell this one or fashion it to fit my Barney and Tobe stories. I can I get permission?<br />Thanks<br />Gwenda Johnson<br />gwenda.adkins@gmail.com<br />Gwendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11246612464146337196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-38996553288021236502013-05-05T22:30:24.227-04:002013-05-05T22:30:24.227-04:00I love this post too. My dad farmed with horses i...I love this post too. My dad farmed with horses in the 30s and 40s and reluctantly turned to the tractor when he saw how fast the neighbors' crops went in. And out. But he always missed his horses. <br /> Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11526258792227541799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-49228710134797577422013-05-05T16:38:46.790-04:002013-05-05T16:38:46.790-04:00Jim, I often regret not being raised in the countr...Jim, I often regret not being raised in the country. I'm sure I'd have felt more at home on a farm than in town, even though our street was full of people who raised gardens, canned, and kept chickens. It was a good place to grow up but not quite like living on a farm with horses, cows and barns. I also wish I'd had accessible grandparents. It's one big hole in my childhood; since mine lived in Louisiana and England we saw them seldom and they did not play a significant role in my growing up years. Those who had their grandparents nearby were truly blessed.<br />Granny Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-49014500657694032242013-05-05T16:35:01.781-04:002013-05-05T16:35:01.781-04:00I wish I had seen that, rsturg. I bet it was fun. ...I wish I had seen that, rsturg. I bet it was fun. Granny Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-14543281031909728102013-05-05T13:57:36.828-04:002013-05-05T13:57:36.828-04:00Gpa Simons (Dan) used to hook the horses up to a s...Gpa Simons (Dan) used to hook the horses up to a shed and we went for rides in the snow and he hauled hay and we hauled wood too. What great memories!rsturgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-15280956093961628242013-05-05T12:50:03.039-04:002013-05-05T12:50:03.039-04:00I'm so glad he let you share the photos. It...I'm so glad he let you share the photos. It's a beautiful scene, and I'm happy I got to "see" it.<br /><br />=)Susan Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16049586085703324088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-74436068654138996542013-05-04T09:46:23.596-04:002013-05-04T09:46:23.596-04:00That is quite interesting - loved the photos.That is quite interesting - loved the photos.JoAnn ( Scene Through My Eyes)https://www.blogger.com/profile/12621061028973446378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-24674445084958168822013-05-04T08:37:08.073-04:002013-05-04T08:37:08.073-04:00Jenny, what a great neighborhood to live in. Our n...Jenny, what a great neighborhood to live in. Our neighbors have horses too, riding horses, although there was a man who had a team down the road. I don't think he ever got them broke to work. There is something that just seems right about farm work done with a team. our little Goldberry was a great worker, although we had to put a sort of muzzle made of chicken wire over her mouth or she'd nip at the corn and sorghum as she passed by! She was a funny little thing.<br />Granny Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-13672591535799287822013-05-04T08:23:59.255-04:002013-05-04T08:23:59.255-04:00I saw a man working a 3-horse team at an Amish com...I saw a man working a 3-horse team at an Amish community in Kentucky a couple of years ago. Mostly we see them working at "Heritage Day" festivals at parks in the area. But back in the 40s and 50s my Dad worked a team of Belgians regularly; he didn't own a tractor. JimWayfarin' Strangerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00806995797136803377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-22947163279625498762013-05-03T23:01:32.900-04:002013-05-03T23:01:32.900-04:00I love this story.
I have neighbors who still wo...I love this story. <br /><br />I have neighbors who still work & enjoy their horses like this. We moved here 23 yrs ago & I remember how surprised I was to see so many horses on the roads around my house. Most of my neighbors are from one family that have owned the land here for over 100 yrs. The family has multiplied, with each generation building homes around the previous one, until they're all around me. They all own ranches, raising cattle & horses & they ride their horses, buggies, covered wagons, ect (& 4 wheelers) to each others' ranches all the time. There are a lot of practise pens for everyone to get ready for all the rodeos around here too. It's been fun to be a WV transplant rerooted into the west. <br /><br />-I also love how one story always leads to another one!Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00305409125105992525noreply@blogger.com