The freedom to ride

On horseback was just about the only time my woman forebears experienced something a little like freedom; a break from thirty loaves of bread a week and a thousand other chores. I thank my grandparents for raising my mOm so that she got horses and the freedom that comes from study.

Roberta on Melody Maid, 1949. south end of barnyard; the circular water trough is downslope and right.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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