My Horse Was Named Star
November 25, 2015 6:28am CST
When I was a kid we moved from the city to the country. Mom and Dad bought seven acres in the middle of a farm. The farmer was a nice man with sheep and a horse. The Horse was named Star and I had permission to visit him on a regular basis. Star was a retired rodeo horse that was given to the farmer so the horse would have a pleasant place to live until he died. He and I became friends. Star would wait for the school bus with his head hanging over the fence every day. I was nine years old and not very brave so the farmer put a halter on Star and gave me reigns that would attach to the halter so I could walk him around like a puppy. Eventually I would get on his back and every time I did that he would take me to the barn. Having the reigns to hang on to helped me stay on his back and not fall off. Soon the farmer came up with a bridle with the bit for the horse’s mouth. Mr. Peck, the farmer showed me how to guide the horse where I wanted to go. I soon was riding him in the pasture bareback and felt confident doing that. My most memorable ride happened was on a bright summer day when I took Star up a dirt road next to a farm fields. I think it was the first and last time I ever took him out of his pasture. The ride up was joyful for me. The old horse just plodded along enjoying the view. However, when I turned him around to go home he took off at a gallop for the barn and I was no horsewoman so halfway down the hill I fell off. I remember thinking Star was going to kill me with his feet or leave me in the field… But, when he felt me fall off he stopped on a dime and waited for me to get up off the ground. I was shaken but not hurt and we walked the rest of the way to the barn and pasture. I mentioned he was a rodeo horse – he would roll over on command and he was a one-person horse. I was his one person. If anyone else tried to get on him he sat down like a donkey. He was great fun for me as a kid. A few years later, the farmer rented the pasture to another horse owner who had young racehorses that needed space to run. Star loved the company and ran around with them. Unfortunately he broke his leg while playing and had to be put down. That was the saddest day in my early life. We had been together for about 4 years. I really missed him and will never forget him. Eventually my parents bought me a horse. We also had a dog and a few cats plus chickens geese and ducks. The occasional lamb too. What kind of animals did you hang out with when you were a child?
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25 Nov 15
My Dad raised angus beef during the winter months and we also had laying hens in the upstairs part of the barn. I would never go up to feed the chickens, I hated the smell of the chicken coop but I would stay in the downstairs and climb on some bales of straw, while my Dad went upstairs. We had cats, and kittens and a family dog. They were my favorite animals growing up. Your story of Star is a sweet story, both you and Star were fortunate to find each other when you did.
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• Bunbury, Australia
25 Nov 15
How lovely that you had such a great relationship with Star. I think some horses are quite protective of their young 'charges'. Although he took off for home, he did stop and wait for you. We had all sheep, cattle and horses on the farm as well as poultry. There were always lambs or calves to feed. We had the occasional pet turkey or chicken too. And cats and dogs.
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25 Nov 15
We would have the occasionally lamb in the spring to feed with a bottle that disappeared just before Easter and then we had roast beast for Easter. I finally figured out what we were eating when I was a teen. My siblings and I were in 4H ( a club for country kids) we grew just about every domestic bird and ate those too. No cows though, my mother was raised on a dairy farm. Loved visiting my grandparents.
• Moses Lake, Washington
25 Nov 15
Sweet story. I lived on a little farm for part of my childhood. Teddy Roosevelt the Jersey steer who became dinner, Mantego my paint horse. Good times. Having a place to stretch out in as a kid really wakes the soul.
26 Nov 15
Oh no you ate Teddy Roosevelt! At dinner tonight my husband my chef, cooked rabbit. He asked if I liked it and I said I do like it, then he asked if my mom cooked rabbit (Dad was a hunter) and I admitted I don't remember eating it as a child but reminded him that my mother always called something she didn't want us kids to know what it was...Roast Beast. I agree, living in the country does wake the soul.
• Johannesburg, South Africa
25 Nov 15
I'm so sorry Star broke his leg, I wish that there was a way to heal the leg of a horse once it is broken , but it just does not, it is heartbreaking. I have always had a dog, my first dog was Timmy, my second Coco and now I have Daisy, they were and are the light of my life.
26 Nov 15
An Aunt of mine on my grandfather's farm was a horse woman and taught me how to ride when I was very little. We only visited there once a year but I loved it there. Star and I became best friends, I am so glad he was a part of my childhood.
26 Nov 15
She came with a name. Her name was Taffy. I had her until I went to college and my sister took over her care and riding her. When my sister went to college my dad asked me what I wanted to do and I couldn't take her so I said find a good home and he did,
• Aurora, Missouri
27 Nov 15
We had cats, dogs, cattle, rats, mice, horses of all sizes, pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, pigeons, turkeys, rabbits... does it count if one of my brothers tried to dig a hole to Africa so he could bring home an elephant and a zebra to ride? LOL! He didn't get very far before mom made him fill the hole back in, but it was fun contemplating riding an elephant before she fell in the hole (We still had an outhouse then. He dug the hole beside the path. She had to make a trip in the dark! LOL!) and started screaming at us to get her out again! Mom always said we were a "lively bunch"! Bunch of what, of course, she never specified!
27 Nov 15
You were more than a lively bunch, you were devils. My grandfather had an outhouse on the farm until the 1960's. When my dad built our house (1954) he built an out-house first so we had a place to "go" to until the plumbing was put in a year later...at that time he also built a chicken coop that we lived in during the construction of the house and when we moved into the house the chickens got to move into theirs.