Belated 98th “Happy Birthday” wishes (January 25, 1913)
To Dorothy Pritchard – St. Andrew’s Residence, Bottineau, ND
Your birthday passed and it totally slipped my mind. I was thinking about you a week or so ago thinking your birthday was near too. Anyway, we are hoping you had a good birthday. I have posted the write-up that St. Andrew’s did for you last year too. For a little added enjoyment, I have included a picture looking south from our place to your place just over the hill in the picture. Good Memories.
Folks, Dorothy is on our distribution. St. Andrew’s prints all these daily messages out and gives them to her for her reading enjoyment. You can send Dorothy a belated Birthday message to the following email address
Subject Line: Attention Dorothy Pritchard
Looking south from the Stokes farm & the Ackworth Cemetery. The Pritchard farm was just over the hill to the south on the east side of the road. Evon Lagerquist is currently living on the Pritchard place.
From Brenda Hoffman (68): Greenville, SC
Brenda, This is so interesting. So I decided to share it with the group. Thanks, Gary
This is interesting to watch
Click on “The 1940s” It advances automatically.
Reply from Florence Hiatt Dahl (50): Anchorage, AK
I’m sure I was riding horses before I was walking…But the last time I really rode one, was when I was 14. Dad had bought this wonderful horse–Sparky. he loved me and I loved him……..he disliked men…was riding home from Ackworth school and was trotting along, when a rabbit flew accross the road–he reared and I went flying…Big problem , It was a mans saddle and my feet were in the leather above the sterrups. and there I hung going ninty miles an hour. Came to with Sparky’s nose in my face…The last time I ever saw him………………..Dad sold him before I even got out of the hospital Have thoughtf of him hundreds of times. wonder if he found someone that thought he was wonderful like I did.
Florence, Being a daughter of John Hiatt’s, we all assume that horses were a big part of your growing up years. Gary
John Hiatt with Peggy Wurgler on the horse
Horses & Mules too
Reply Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
I read Vickie’s story about horses and owners and hope she didn’t feel that I am prone to animal cruelty because of my comments about my horse that wouldn’t mind. I too have a great distaste for anyone who is cruel to any animal. There is a bond between man and animal that will grow when both know who is in charge. The key element was probably that my horse was just barely broke and wasn’t an old family farm horse with all the training behind her. When I was 10 I probably weighed 100 pounds and my horse weighed 900 pounds. It becomes obvious even to a horse that the advantage in size alone is a great deterrent to having to do what the rider wants. After the little discipline episode, things went well and she understood that I would decide where and how we went. We then both had a lot of good times and respected each other to the fullest. She learned that she shouldn’t bite me, scrape me off, or step on my feet while I put the bridle on—which she seemed to enjoy in our first couple years together. Sorry if my comments made it sound like I was cruel to my horses. I wasn’t.
On the lighter side—there is an old joke that came to mind when I read Vickie’s reply. An old farmer bought a mule from a neighbor and hooked it to his plow but it wouldn’t pull the plow and just stood there no matter what he tried. He walked back to he neighbor and asked what he should do. The neighbor said to just tell him to go. He said he tried that so maybe he should beat the mule. The former owner said that wasn’t necessary, just talk to him. He went home and talked and talked but the mule just stood there so he went back and told the other guy maybe he should come over and talk to him. The other guy went to the edge of the field and got a fence post and whacked the mule over the head. The new owner said, “I thought you said just talk to him.” The other guy said, “That’s right, but you need to get his attention first.” For the record—that is just a joke. Thanks Gary!