I'll call you when she's ready to come home". Then she climbed up on a big brown horse, turned to my mom and said "you can leave her here. I'd evisioned a horse. When I expressed my desire to ride a horse, she explained that the ponies were for special people and there were so few small special people that they didn't get to go out so much as the big horses. I knew what theywere from the books I read. A few moments later, he came out of the barn with a pinto pony and a brown pony. She called to a little black haired boy, about 12, to go get Rocky and Comanche. My mom signed a paper and I gave her my 75 cents. My mom spoke with her ( I didn't hear a thing I was so entranced) and she led us toward the horses.
There were kids everywhere and a black haired cowboy lady, with a cigarette hanging from her mouth, met us as we exited the car. They were saddled and resting and they were so beautiful to me. I was so horse crazy, I'd spent every possible moment, watching, reading about and dreaming of horses. I was really going to see horses up close and really ride one!Īs we drove down the long driveway toward the barn, I could see horses of many colors and sized tied to a rail out front. After years of begging, for my 8th birthday, she allowed me to take the 75 cents I had saved up and go ride a horse.Īs I recount this event, I still to this day get butterflies in my stomach and my eyes well up with tears. My moher had rented a horse at this "Pacific Stables" in Stockton, Ca. when she was a child. She had 5 children and owned a riding stable in Stockton, California.
Winnona was a kind hearted woman of Indian and Irish descent. IN HONOR of Winnona Farley, my mentor and surrogate mother, we at LiL Buckaroo Ranch offer a special "Introduction To The World of Horses".
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