Personal Pony Tales Chapter I
Personal Pony Tales by Barbara Gill 1/11/06
I was first tossed into the saddle upon Tony, a mannerly aged black gelding who was retired from service in the United States Calvary, in the 1930’s or 1940’s. He was old. I was two. By the time I was four, I was exploring the fields of my great uncle Sheldon Stoddard’s dairy farm at a canter, provided I could motivate Tony to do so.