The new colt, Patches, was a very pretty pony. Her coloring was nice and sharp, and her appearance was bright and vivacious. She seamed to always be moving or walking or jumping. One summer afternoon Patches was tethered on the lawn in the back yard while we were having a picnic lunch in the front yard. Our whole family was there, and we had some watermelon for dessert. Now we learned that our ponies liked the rind that is left. So I asked Roger who is about 5 years old to take some rinds over to Patches in the back. He carefully took a paper plate, and piled some rinds on it. He went to the back yard and placed the plate close enough so that the pony could reach it. Then he turned to leave. Patches was watching what he was doing, and when he turned around, she promptly spun around and kicked with her hind legs. She hit Roger perfectly in seat of his pants with both hoofs. Roger turned and in anger yelled, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."
Patches was a beautiful pony, but I could imagine that she would have to be tamed and trained. When anyone would come close to her, she would bare her teeth and be ready to bite. Also keeping two ponies fed was a major problem for me. Even getting enough water for both, plus cleaning up. I was not prepared for all the attention and work involved. I felt blessed and relieved that I was able to sell both ponies, because I was in a bad situation of trying to get a nice home for them. I really liked them, especially the little one.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Ponies Continiued
While I was working, I was not able to go to the farm during the week, so I had only the weekend to visit and do all that was needed to be done. Also the children were in school all week as well. So the first weekend after the colt was born we all went to the farm. I believe I might have been the most excited one in the family, but I was very anxious to see the new arrival.
There she was with her mother, Queenie, all bright and alert, full of energy, brown and white, pretty female pony colt called Patches. She was the opposite of her mother, Queenie, who was standing there and not doing anything. Patches was moving all the time, walking, and turning and jumping. I was delighted to see her, but again, the children were standing back, somewhat afraid, not sure what to expect next.
Now I'm realizing that perhaps I'm the only one that seems to be enjoying all of this. Things are changing especially with the new colt arriving. Grandpa and now grandma have a lot of extra work to do with the two animals. Also my obligations
have increased in getting food for the two. For one pony I had to have one bale of clover hay and one bushel of oats available each day. Every weekend I would get 7 bales of hay and 1 bushel of oats from a local farmer. Now it had to be clover hay because the pony would not eat regular hay. Queenie would take regular hay out of the manager and throw it on the floor and walk on it. Now with 2 ponies I had to double the amount each weekend. I did not have a pick up, so I had a problem getting all that in my station wagon.
I decided to sell both ponies. The word went out to others in the family, and in my mother-in-law's relatives a grandfather bought both ponies for his grandchildren.
There she was with her mother, Queenie, all bright and alert, full of energy, brown and white, pretty female pony colt called Patches. She was the opposite of her mother, Queenie, who was standing there and not doing anything. Patches was moving all the time, walking, and turning and jumping. I was delighted to see her, but again, the children were standing back, somewhat afraid, not sure what to expect next.
Now I'm realizing that perhaps I'm the only one that seems to be enjoying all of this. Things are changing especially with the new colt arriving. Grandpa and now grandma have a lot of extra work to do with the two animals. Also my obligations
have increased in getting food for the two. For one pony I had to have one bale of clover hay and one bushel of oats available each day. Every weekend I would get 7 bales of hay and 1 bushel of oats from a local farmer. Now it had to be clover hay because the pony would not eat regular hay. Queenie would take regular hay out of the manager and throw it on the floor and walk on it. Now with 2 ponies I had to double the amount each weekend. I did not have a pick up, so I had a problem getting all that in my station wagon.
I decided to sell both ponies. The word went out to others in the family, and in my mother-in-law's relatives a grandfather bought both ponies for his grandchildren.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Animals at the Broz's Part 1 of 3 Parts
There are several different times that we had different animals at the Broz household, so I thought I would prepare you as to what to expect.
Part 1 Ponies
I have to start by giving a short background. When I married Dorothy, her parents became the the most wonderful in-laws anyone could ever have. They accepted me as their son, and I enjoyed being in the family. My aptitude test showed that first I should a doctor, and next I should be a farmer. What a pleasant surprise it was to learn that Dorothy's parents owned 1 acre of land of which 1\2 was not being used. Previously her dad used it as a vegetable garden as well as for raising chickens which included a chicken coop. This was actually well built and could be considered as a small barn.
Now this was shortly after the twins were born, and that gave us 5 children with
the oldest about 8 years old. I asked my father-in-law if I could convert the chicken coop into barn for a pony. Also if he would be willing to take care of it for us as well. He was originally from Oklahoma,and he had some experience with horses when he worked on a ranch. He said he would do that and we could use the little barn for a stable. I was delighted and proceeded to prepare the now stable for a new adventure.
Checking the newspaper, I found an ad selling a carnival pony that was used for riding children while being lead. I thought that was perfect and I was all excited. However they said that the pony was in fold. I pondered about that for awhile but decided that that wouldn't make any difference. So I bought the pony.
They delivered the pony with the instructions that she needs a bale of clover hay every day and a bushel of oats every week. I had a station wagon, so I was able to do that every week end. I also needed a saddle and a bridle and some blankets. Our pony was back, so I bought most of the things in white. Now we needed a name for her, and Dorothy named her Queenie. The next weekend we got Queenie all dressed up, and brought the children.
Now I was surprised, the children were frightened and didn't want to get close.
So I showed our oldest how to put his foot in the stirrup helped him into the saddle. I led Queenie around the yard, and all the other children relaxed.
Several weeks later, Dad called and said you have a little colt. He said the colt was partially showing,and he helped by pulling on the two front hoofs. This was a female, she was white with large patches of brown. So her name became Patches.
To be continued
Part 1 Ponies
I have to start by giving a short background. When I married Dorothy, her parents became the the most wonderful in-laws anyone could ever have. They accepted me as their son, and I enjoyed being in the family. My aptitude test showed that first I should a doctor, and next I should be a farmer. What a pleasant surprise it was to learn that Dorothy's parents owned 1 acre of land of which 1\2 was not being used. Previously her dad used it as a vegetable garden as well as for raising chickens which included a chicken coop. This was actually well built and could be considered as a small barn.
Now this was shortly after the twins were born, and that gave us 5 children with
the oldest about 8 years old. I asked my father-in-law if I could convert the chicken coop into barn for a pony. Also if he would be willing to take care of it for us as well. He was originally from Oklahoma,and he had some experience with horses when he worked on a ranch. He said he would do that and we could use the little barn for a stable. I was delighted and proceeded to prepare the now stable for a new adventure.
Checking the newspaper, I found an ad selling a carnival pony that was used for riding children while being lead. I thought that was perfect and I was all excited. However they said that the pony was in fold. I pondered about that for awhile but decided that that wouldn't make any difference. So I bought the pony.
They delivered the pony with the instructions that she needs a bale of clover hay every day and a bushel of oats every week. I had a station wagon, so I was able to do that every week end. I also needed a saddle and a bridle and some blankets. Our pony was back, so I bought most of the things in white. Now we needed a name for her, and Dorothy named her Queenie. The next weekend we got Queenie all dressed up, and brought the children.
Now I was surprised, the children were frightened and didn't want to get close.
So I showed our oldest how to put his foot in the stirrup helped him into the saddle. I led Queenie around the yard, and all the other children relaxed.
Several weeks later, Dad called and said you have a little colt. He said the colt was partially showing,and he helped by pulling on the two front hoofs. This was a female, she was white with large patches of brown. So her name became Patches.
To be continued
Monday, October 5, 2009
Marriage Revisited
If you went to church yesterday, you heard about God creating Eve to be a companion for Adam, and he loved her at first sight. It wasn't said that way, but I'm using my own explanation to bring it up to our time. I imagine he could have said, "Wow, you are beautiful." In my opinion that was the first marriage, and he loved her very much.
My thoughts about past marriages, reminds me of my parent"s marriage which lasted almost 70 years. My father died 6 weeks before the date of their wedding. My own wedding. which many of you know, lasted 63 years, because Dorothy died on that exact date. I loved her very much, but Jesus asked for her to come with Him.
When you talk about marriage, you have to talk and understand what love is all about. Love is kind and gentle. Love is patient and warm and cuddling, Love is peaceful and quiet and tender. Love is not rough and gruff or loud and boisterous or violent. Love is peaceful and peace loving. I"m going into detail because, I feel this type of love is being lost in the youth of today. It is my opinion that this type of love is the normal prelude for a great and long lasting marriage,
There is a lot of sadness to many people when there is an abusive marriage. It usually ends up with violence, and even the police are fearful of domestic violence cases. Even their own lives are in danger.Very often the people are irrational and almost impossible to deal with.
So I hope and pray that I would be able to encourage all the young people contemplating marriage to see if true love is there. This sexual love that is so prevalent out there is dangerous and is not love. Sexual intercourse is intended for having babies in a marriage. Then there is happiness all around.
My thoughts about past marriages, reminds me of my parent"s marriage which lasted almost 70 years. My father died 6 weeks before the date of their wedding. My own wedding. which many of you know, lasted 63 years, because Dorothy died on that exact date. I loved her very much, but Jesus asked for her to come with Him.
When you talk about marriage, you have to talk and understand what love is all about. Love is kind and gentle. Love is patient and warm and cuddling, Love is peaceful and quiet and tender. Love is not rough and gruff or loud and boisterous or violent. Love is peaceful and peace loving. I"m going into detail because, I feel this type of love is being lost in the youth of today. It is my opinion that this type of love is the normal prelude for a great and long lasting marriage,
There is a lot of sadness to many people when there is an abusive marriage. It usually ends up with violence, and even the police are fearful of domestic violence cases. Even their own lives are in danger.Very often the people are irrational and almost impossible to deal with.
So I hope and pray that I would be able to encourage all the young people contemplating marriage to see if true love is there. This sexual love that is so prevalent out there is dangerous and is not love. Sexual intercourse is intended for having babies in a marriage. Then there is happiness all around.
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