One Christmas my two sisters and I ( all adults living independant of our mother) got to gather and surprised our mother. It was I think the ONLY time we ever managed to surprise her. She had ridden horses belonging to my eldest sister and one of mine but we are all tall (middle sister is the shortest at 5'8") and the horses were all 16-18 hands. We scoured the county and came up with a five year old pony which was 12 hands. (a SHORT horse). We put saddle and a big red bow on him (she named him Herman Horse) and Eldest sister delievered him Christmas morning in her horse trailor. My mother was incapable of coherant speech she just kept clinging to his neck say "mine...mine.." My mother rode him both on the open range and in parades until she died some 9 years later. Herman still lives at my sister's place in permanent "retirement". ( OH I forgot to mention mom was only 4'6"). My mother loved that pony and even made provision for him in her will. It was the best gift we ever gave.




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