Queenie. My heart and soul as a child, teenager and young adult.
I have tears streaming down my face from posting this photo.
Try not to underestimate the attractiveness of the 1970's Western attire.
I have a story to tell about that hat . . .
The outfit I am wearing is a powder blue, which matched the breast collar and saddle blanket. It was the outfit I wore when I graduated from High School. It made a most spiffy Western outfit.
Bold Ace born to Queenie on May 5, 1976. About a month before the Teton Dam disaster.
Bold Ace. He died at 5 from a twisted intestine.
Shadow Dancer. Born 1978. 7/8 Appaloosa, 1/8 Arabian.
He had great color and he was the sweetest colt I ever worked prior to Ashke.
Shadow ended up tri-colored bay, with a blanket that started half way down his neck and tri-colored spots (brown, bright bay and black).
Kiki. Born 1981. Only filly and zero appy color. 3/4 Arabian and 1/4 Appy.
Topped out at 14.2hh.
Queenie and Kiki at a distance. That filly was going to be marvelous. She had great action and movement. Unfortunately, I just couldn't keep her.
Bela's Impressive. Born 1990 out of Classic Impressive. HYPP negative. Bought for $1200. Registered him in my girlfriend's name (not J). Came home one day to find him gone. She sold him to a cowboy for $400 in order to buy herself some new shoes. He was two here and out of one of the best QH halter stallions to ever show (too bad Impressive passed on a horrible mutation no one knew about until he had completely contaminated the pool of QH breeding forever.)
Kiele. 5 year old National Show horse out of Legerdemain (American Saddlebred).
Even crazier than Sham, just not as mean. I could ride her, but she was never safe.
Even crazier than Sham, just not as mean. I could ride her, but she was never safe.
And just because I grew up in Idaho, where shit like this is very common, I thought I would share a picture I took one evening while driving from Pocatello to Denver. Shit like this happens all the time in the west:
This guy was doing 55 miles an hour on a dirt road and both the truck and the horse were bouncing all over the place.
What is wrong with people?
That 1970's western attire is 1000x more stylish then anything I've seen passing for clothes in the western show ring today lol
ReplyDeleteThat scares me.
DeleteI LOVE THIS. Thank you so so much for sharing
ReplyDeleteI have asked my mom to find more pics. So maybe I will find all of them . . . .
DeleteI LOVE Queenie! She was more like what they'd call an "appy sporthorse type" today; what some are trying to turn the breed back into. She was gorgeous, Karen. She had the look of eagles. And LOVE the outfit! Like L said: WAY more stylish than anything they wear in the Western show ring today! You two look so very cool and nonchalant cantering over the obstacle.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing these photos! It's great to be able to put faces to the horses in your stories. Your stories are so vivid when you tell them, but I love being able to imagine everything now the way it really looked.
Your pic of the horse in the back of the truck made me feel a little better...if you go to the photo album titled "Randomness" on my FB, you'll see a photo of a horse in the back of a pickup truck...taken in PR. They do the SAME shit back on the island! It used to drive me crazy...
Back when I was a kid, you know, at the dawn of time, they made metal stock trailers that fit onto the back of pickups. They had poles that went down into the truck bed and they were bolted on. You could pile four or five cattle or three or four horses into one.
DeleteThe guy in this pickup, however, was using construction material and PVC piping. The horse looked like he was having the ride of his life, but I wouldn't have wanted to turn or stop quickly with him up there. Crazy ass people.
Thanks for liking Queenie. I still miss her. She was a freaking awesome horse.