Reprint: Sweet sixteen and growing up with a horse.
OK - this is floating about the horse-friendly community.
My daughter turned sixteen years old today; …
[edit - content removed on request of the author.]
It does strike me, though, that horses are only the symbol of what the girl learned. The true caretaker that shaped this young lady is, like the horses she loves, the parents.
The mother that guides her, supports her, and helps enforce that, weather permitting or not, care goes on.
It is the discipline in the household that raises a horsewoman, and assures excellent care and training of the horses, too.
I found this reference on Horse.com:
I would appreciate it though if my name would be left on as author, since the work is copyrighted to me, as well as my website address www.trinityapp.com… I’ve created an online store… http://www.cafepress.com/trinityapp
Thank you,
Tracy Meisenbach
www.trinityapp.com
To Tracy - “Well done!”
February 18th, 2008 at 1:33 am
It means we need to find our own horses right?
February 18th, 2008 at 8:55 am
A horse is a tool. With observation and care, many pets can teach some of the character lessons. You need the working livestock, though, to combine that with the physical training and interdependence.
Like so many things in life, what matters most in getting us started right is having someone to guide us. Learn a new text editor at work? Nothing - *nothing* - beats the guy or gal down the hall that likes it, can show the various function, and answer questions. In the quoted feature, the parents provided the guidance as well as the horse. In terms of love and character our parents and extended family demonstrate how to get along with each other, what a bond of love looks and works like, how to work together and how to work out differences. And, family also demonstrates the damage done when we don’t work things out.
If we buy our own horse, and not have anyone to work with, we will likely have a lonely, frustrating experience. It may take years, on your own, to master the subtle understandings and experience that brings the daily joy into having a horse greet you twice a day for feeding, and to enjoy working, too. It isn’t who provides the horse - it is who introduces us.
February 28th, 2008 at 5:59 pm
Hello,
As a courtesy could you delete the thread with the essay ” Because my daughter grew up with horses” which was written by me?
I am publishing the piece in my new equine book and the publishers would rather that the piece was not out there without the copyright information.
In fact the publishers are mad at me because the piece got out at all prior to publication. So I’m trying to get it off the public boards. I hope you can appreciate why I’m making the request.
Thank you,
Tracy Meisenbach
www.trinityapp.com
February 28th, 2008 at 7:51 pm
Tracy, talk about locking the barn door after the horse gets out. I looked at maybe a half dozen sites with copies of this before I found one that told me who wrote it. If you can’t clean up every copy, it seems somewhat brazen to ask me to take this one down.
But oh, well.
For everyone else - this article was about a listing of what Tracy figured her daughter learned from owning and riding her horse. See if Tracy will sell you a copy.
Brad K.
February 28th, 2008 at 8:07 pm
Brad,
I am in the process of getting the essay removed from various sites. I cannot control the fact that so many people chose to post it. I only shared it with a handful of friends and some of them forwarded it all over. At that point I set up a website for it to show the copyright of the piece and place meta tags so when it was websearched people could find out it wasn’t written by “Unknown”.
The only thing I can do now is request its removal, which most people, with an understanding about the values expressed in the piece, do with agreeable courtesy. I don’t post anything on my sites or blogs that belongs to other people, I expect the same courtesy from others.
March 26th, 2008 at 2:32 pm
Bar Mitvah Disc Jockey…
Thanks for putting so much effort into this. I loved reading your articles….