I remember "Old Charlie" from my grandparents' farm. They tell me I rode him around the barnyard often when I was a toddler, though I was too young to remember this. All my aunts and uncles rode him bareback. He didn't even have a saddle, only harnesses. He was very sweet and gentle. I do remember visiting him in his pasture when I was a bit older, after he was retired, every time I went to Grandma's. He lived well up into his 30's. In his prime, he plowed the fields, brought in hay, hauled all kinds of stuff around the farm by wagon and sled. Grandma used to drive him pulling a wooden sled up their muddy road to the head of the hollow to pick up grocery and grain deliveries from town. This is a picture of my grandpa riding him back from the hay field. It's a treasure. He was a great horse.
Anyone else have stories of horses in days gone by? In those simpler, sweeter times?