This is me when I was an aspiring cowgirl. Do any of you have pictures like this, taken by a photographer who travelled around with his pony and a set of western duds and took photos of horse crazy kids?
I remember hearing the clop of hooves and running to see where the horse was and why it was coming down my street in a town that normally had no horse traffic. I may actually have been whinnying while hunting for the horse. I ran inside and badgered my poor mother until she came out to supervise the shoot, make sure I wasn't being kidnapped, and pay the photographer. We moved to this house in 1961, so I'm guessing the photo was taken in 1961 or 1962.
I still shamelessly throw myself at any horse I find (actually, any species I meet, equine or other), despite being stepped on, thrown, and kicked in the chest. I don't think I've ever been bitten. I used to know the names of the police horses in Boston and will never forget the thrill of seeing palomino Cassidy galloping across Boston Common.
I'd love to hear from you if you have a photo like this stashed away. Were you bewitched by horses?