Lots of bloggers are posting old photos on Wednesday so I thought I would too.
These pictures are of a pony we had named Betty. My first daughter got for a Christmas present when she was 4. She had already been riding the horses but I figured if she was going to fall then a pony was already closer to the ground.
The quality of these pics isn't very good but I am sure you can see them well enough.
Betty was the very best pony. You could walk all over her, under her and she was gentle and patient. She was a dandy baby sitter and a playmate for my kids. . All my kids learned to ride on her. As you can see, even a baby was safe on here. I have a picture somewhere of my youngest--sitting on the front porch, holding onto Betty's reins and my daughter is sound asleep. Betty just stood there waiting patiently. We had her at least 11 years. She died in her pasture.
Oddly enough, my eldest isn't in any of these pics. I dunno why!! MB


