Whatever our Mother embarked on she went full steam ahead. She intently pressed onward towards her next idea, vision or goal. That vision after the river trips were miniature horses. Griz loved the idea, and always had carrots in his pockets for ‘the little dudes’, as he always called them.
Her twin sister, our Auntie Bliss, had a few years earlier, discovered the joys of
miniature horses. Mom and Griz visited her place several times in New Hampshire. There, they too, caught the joy of mini’s. Not missing a beat, she and Griz began preparing their home at 13021 in Maryland for two mini broodmares and the beginnings of their next adventure together. Our Mother always called herself a ‘tag-along’ behind Auntie Bliss and so appropriately named their farm, Tag-Along Farm Miniature Horses.
Their Maryland home was deftly transformed by Griz’s skilled hands into a happy miniature horse farm. The back yard became the pasture for the mini’s, and the training arena for the foals that would soon arrive. A shed was purchased and configured into a cute miniature horse barn. They were off! Unlike Auntie Bliss, who owned mini’s for pleasure, Mom and Griz turned their farm into a business.
Professional miniature horse magazines began appearing on the coffee table. Mini horse supplies were everywhere! A throng of new friends entered their lives. All enthusiastic mini horse owners, trainers, and showmen. Everything was so little after a life-time of big horses. At first we poked a lot of fun at them, with their little horses and the little shows she and Griz and all their new friends went to. They even hauled their mini’s inside a van, where Griz fashioned two ‘stalls’ for hauling them to shows!
But he who laughs last laughs best, as once again our Mother showed us the power of fearless determination, vision, grace to learn from others and generosity go a long, long way. She had forged yet another path we children could follow.
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Momma and Griz had some fine looking minis! She was good tempered about all the jokes, “When ya gonna get REAL horses, Momma?” Fun times…
So much life; so much love for life. Thanks for reminding us with these wonderful accounts.