Finding An Old Horsey Friend

Recently I saw the name of a deceased gentleman in the obituary section of the local news that jogged my memory. It took me a moment to remember why the name was familiar, but then it came back to me.

 He was the father of Jackie, a girl I used to show my horses against when I was in high school.

Jackie loved Paints, was experienced and well trained, and usually placed at the top in whatever class she entered. 

The day I took the blue over  her in a Western Horsemanship class was one of the proudest days of my life - it was an affirmation that you can be self-taught and still succeed. (I am also a self-taught seamstress.)

That obituary contained information that let me track Jackie down on social media. She is still involved with Paint horses, has a family, and lives in the southwest. (Photo from social media.)

I've not contacted her and have no plans to do so - it has been over forty years since we last saw each other. And while we were in 4-H together as well as showing against one another on the local circuit, I doubt she would remember me.

Still, it was fun together a glimpse into who she is today and even better, to know that, like me, she too is still a horsey girl.