&nb sp; HORSES
Being raised in the big city of Philadelphia I never dreamed I would get to associate with one of the most wonderful of God’s creations…. HORSES! I met these wonderful creatures because of my father. My Pop was a milkman; back when they delivered this white gold right to your door. I was very young, 4 – 5 years old and my dad’s delivery vehicle was a horse and wagon. I remember there were a few days when Pop could come home for lunch. As soon as I heard him arriving, I would fling open the door rush by dad, shouting my hello, and head straight for the horse. I would give Sandy his lunch which was a bag of oats provided by the dairy. I also gave her an apple and some cool water. And I would stay with her till Pop came out to start his afternoon route. Sometimes dad took me to the dairy. I would head straight for the corral; all of the horses where in there after their hard day’s work on the unforgiving streets of Philadelphia. I would go into the stalls and pet them and try to groom them (could not reach very high). The caretaker use to yell at me, “get out of there they will kick you!” They never did! I use to take Sandy for a ride in the park across from the dairy. I was in second grade when the beautiful animals were replaced by the milk trucks. I was very sad to see them go. Funny, that the last job I had before hanging it up at age 62; was a job in a saddlery in Petaluma California. I love horses.
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