There haven't been horses here for a VERY long time.
However, even when I was a kid, it wasn't unusual to find horseshoes in the field and in the feed lots. Haven't found a (recognizable) horseshoe in decades.
BION, I found a picture on the internet of some horses that were on the farm here over a hundred years ago. I eventually found a high enough resolution image that I could expand enough to ID someone in the picture, and it was who I thought it was. And then a surprise, the picture was big enough I could see he was on crutches too. Did not know that. Also, there was a wagon in the picture with the name of a business I recognized, so I know horses that were raised here 'worked' for that business too.
The guy in the picture was a character. Larger than life, and very accomplished. I even found his grave site. Very modest, but the date on the stone was during the depression, and I'm concluding he had a rough go in that time frame. And that fits with my ancestors stepping in a few years later, poised to be in the right place and the right time for WWII . . .
to be continued . . . .
However, even when I was a kid, it wasn't unusual to find horseshoes in the field and in the feed lots. Haven't found a (recognizable) horseshoe in decades.
BION, I found a picture on the internet of some horses that were on the farm here over a hundred years ago. I eventually found a high enough resolution image that I could expand enough to ID someone in the picture, and it was who I thought it was. And then a surprise, the picture was big enough I could see he was on crutches too. Did not know that. Also, there was a wagon in the picture with the name of a business I recognized, so I know horses that were raised here 'worked' for that business too.
The guy in the picture was a character. Larger than life, and very accomplished. I even found his grave site. Very modest, but the date on the stone was during the depression, and I'm concluding he had a rough go in that time frame. And that fits with my ancestors stepping in a few years later, poised to be in the right place and the right time for WWII . . .
to be continued . . . .
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