A New Day: A New Year

Moon setting on a new day in the new year

A New Day

What a wonderful welcoming to a new day!   The moon was full but setting as the dawn approached.  This picture was taken from the kitchen window looking east in early January.  Too amazing just to watch and not to share.  Happy New Year.


New Addition

Dominika and Trixie out of the 3rd barrel

Dominik Ubarova arrived Aug 5 2011


Gary picked up our new exchange daughter on Aug 5, 2011.  She comes to us from Slovakia.  She is quite the equestrian  and loves the horses especially Shatzie and “Lectric.  Gary has turned her into a Barrel Racer already.   School is very boring for her.  Gerardo liked school.  Perhaps Grandview is a better place than St. Clair?  Could just be personal preference. 

Every Horse has a Story

Whiskey enjoying the sun.

Every Horse Has A Story

This post is one I hope many people will contribute to.  I will be telling stories about my horses and I hope you will tell stories of horses you know or have known.  I will start with Whiskey.


Whiskey came to us in 1990.  The last three horses of my youth died in 1989.  We picked up a horse in February and she needed a companion.  A friend told us about a horse on their property, a mustang owned by their caretaker, that was for sale.  My husband (at the time) and I went to check out this Mustang.  My first thought upon seeing him was; Gosh, he is little!   Having learned to ride on draft horses, this little thing could barely be considered a horse.  I went for a test ride.  He was pleasant enough and listened fairly well.  The price was right and Lady needed a friend.  So, March, 1990 we had two horses.  I did not know what this little fellow would come to mean. 

I went to the farm every week end from my home in St.Louis.  Whiskey’s story was that he had been captured in the mountains of Utah and cowboy broke by Colorado penitentary inmates.  The lady I bought him from had been an Elephant Trainer.  Whiskey was broke and very rideable but he was still green.  He needed as much riding as possible.  I came to the farm an extra day a week.  A friend, Kathi, would come with me occassionally.  While riding one day, I told Kathi that I thought Whiskey was gaited.  She took a look and quikly agreed; gaited indeed. 

Whiskey became a favorite mount for our many visitors.  He has been a show horse, trail horse, lesson horse, uncle and grandpa to the young stock.   It was quite a site in the gaited classes to see our little Mustang with his cute little shuffle in the ring with those big, flashy, high stepping Tennessee Walkers.  He held his own in the youth classes giving our Nephew Grand Champion. 

It would be hard to find a more sure footed, willing to go horse than Whiskey on the trail.  Other horses would dodge or jump mud and puddles.  Whiskey just drudged on through and would look at the others as if to say “What is your Problem?”  He always knew where the trailer was.  If left to his own, he’d bushwhack his way back to the trailer when he’d had enough. 

In1999 another friend convinced me I could use Whiskey and another horse to do a horse camp for her daughter and her friend.  That was the beginnng of horse camps here at Prairie School Road Farm.  Whiskey became a favorite of many campers for the next several years.  He has always been an energy conservationist, slow.  That was a trait that beginners valued.  I always said a lesson horse should be one that does exactly what is asked or less.  Whiskey tended to be one that would do less.  Perhaps stubborn and obstinate could be used as descriptors.  Didn’t matter though.  He knew the barrel and pole pattern and enjoyed taking the kids for rides. 

Whiskey, the smallest horse in the pasture, was always the dominant horse.  As more mares and geldings were added, Whiskey was busier and busier riding herd on the herd.  We would find the geldings running across creeks, up bluff, over fences and hiding in the woods to get away from Whiskey.  Whiskey and the geldings were getting thinner and thinner.  Whiskey was exiled from the herd.  It was his own fault.  That is how he became Uncle Whisey.  The young stock needed an older horse to teach them a thing or two.   Whiskey had a new job. 

As time has passed, so has Whikey’s health.  Cushings and laminitis have taken their toll.  They haven’t done him in but slowed him down significantly.  He gets tender footed now where he once had feet of iron.  The heat and humidity are his worse enemies.  A good cold crisp day can still find Whiskey on the grassy trails giving someone a smooth fun ride. 

Beautiful/Wet Spring

Creek was up after Friday mornings storms.

Most beautiful

 and longest


 blossoming I’ve

 ever seen.

Enjoying Winter

Val and Pip

Gerardo and Mac
Whiskey making the most of the sunshine

Thursday, February3, was a fabulous day to be outside.  It was cold, in the 20′s, but no wind and lots of sunshine.  Horses breath a sigh of relief in this weather.  See Whiskey.  Gerardo and I took advantage of the weather also.  We did a bareback ride for over an hour.  Breathtaking. 

Christmas Eve Snow

Gerardo's first real snowball fight.


Watch out, Gary and Gerardo.
Is he catching one or throwing?

It was a beautiful day as we pelted each other with snowballs and rejoiced in the hope of the season.  Hope yours was as 

blessed as ours. 


Autumn Color

View from the road
Lots of dry weather but beautiful


Fall was beautiful.

Horse Show Season

Prairie School Road Farm riders do well at Jefferson County Trailriders in Grubville.

St. Clair Saddle Club Winnings
Elle and PSR Miss Prairie (Trixie) took it all for the pee wees at Jefferson County Trailriders in Grubville

Prairie School Road Riders had a great show season.  Most of our time was spent at Jefferson County Trail Riders shows in Grubville and at St. Clair Saddle Club. 

Riders Included:  Clayton Long, Skylar Holden, Elle Holden, Savannah Fletcher, Sarah Marsh, Kaite Staff, Abigail Branum, Emily Schmidt, Shannon English, Lauren English and Rachel Epplin

Horse Camp Season Successful

First camp/3 days
Last Camp/Fireflys. Notice we are using all Morgans!

It was a Hot, Hot, Hot and Humid, Humid, Humid Summer.  No news there.  We all survived it.  No severe injuries to man or beast we are happy to report.  Lots of Stories to tell.  Just ask anyone who was here especially Dee, Dee and Beth.  They  remember everything.   This post is by admin not Martha Reed.  Flaw in the program.

Winter Ride

Pip, ready for anything


Had a great ride.  The weather was perfect.   Cold, so footing was good.  Blue sky, sunny, NO WIND.