PEIGI Midey
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Born raised and growing old in the American west, I have enjoyed 'wild country to be young in', in California, Oregon, Washington, Alaska and now southwest Utah.
Always an avid oral storyteller, I have decided to give a try to writing!
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Horsey Gravitations
The picture of my grand father, decked out in cowboy gear of the 1920’s, was my only validation, for being a horse crazy girl, while pretty much everybody else in my family was not! I tell people I ‘grew up’ around horses, which was true but did not mean that I was around my grandpa or his ranch; both were gone before I was born. More accurately it meant I did what every truly horse crazy girl does, and that is gravitate to wherever you can, to be as near as you can, to anything that was remotely equine related. There was going to pony ring rides just to wish and watch. Reading every book ever written by Marguerite Henry and Walter Farley. Using hard earned allowance money to buy “Western Horseman” magazine because of the pictures; attend Pasadena Rose Bowl parade to count all the horses in it; watch livestock auctions while I sat on my hands; feeding thoroughbreds at Portland Meadows race track before going to school; trail guiding for free at a Tacoma riding stable of rental horses; making school friends who were also horse owners that promised I could ride their horse, as soon as I finished cleaning out their stall, and the most telling experience of horse crazy girls is, 'making friends' with any horse alone in a pasture and standing near the fence. My head and heart have lied in Horseland as long as I can remember.
By PEIGI Midey5 years ago in Families
