My earliest memory of my father is riding on his foot with his legs crossed. This was a play session of “Riding Horse.” I relate it to him
riding a Tennessee walking horse, Applejack, almost daily in making the rounds on the farm. Horses are prevalent in my early memories
since there were so many of them. I recall that at one time we had fourteen horses and that may not have included the pony, “Lightning”,
that my bother and I had. Today in 2019, it is difficult to imagine that practically all of the motive power to farm 600 acres of Ky.
farmland hills came from horses and human energy.