On
The Edge of Common Sense
City Girls On The Farm
© Baxter
Black, DVM
published in The Draft Horse Journal, Spring 2007 I’ve always had
a soft spot in my heart for city girls who marry into an
agricultural way of life. They are expected to learn, understand
and participate in a culture that is as alien to them as
the life of a New York cabbie, a San Francisco homeless person,
or Donald Trump’s butler is to us! But, to their credit,
most of them try.
Diana married into Barney’s Ohio horse family. On her
first visit to the grandparents, they arrived as Grandpa
was trying out a new horse 3-year old Palomino colt named
Cody.
“Would you like to ride him?” offered Grandpa.
Diana was dressed for their airline flight scheduled later
in the day. “I don’t know if I should,” she
started to say.
“Oh, come on,” said Grandpa, “I can tell
he likes you.”
Diana thought to herself, ‘Grandpa’s 87 years
old. They wouldn’t let me get on an animal that could
hurt me.’ She kicked off her high-heeled sandals and
put her bare left foot in the stirrup. Barney, her new husband,
held Cody by the headstall. Their eyes met.
“Get on quick, honey,” he directed. The tone
of his command sent a small jolt through Diana. She swung
up. Simultaneously, Cody bit Barney. Barney reacted by whacking
Cody’s nose. Cody threw his head back and collided
with the mounting Diana! A blossom of stars filled her head
as she was thrown back. She grabbed the horn and jackknifed
forward. Then she heard Grandma yell, “Hold still,
I’m tryin’ to take yer picture!”
Barney, oblivious to Diana’s predicament, was sternly
lecturing Cody, who threw his head back again and banged
into Diana’s head as she pitched forward, both hands
locked on the saddle horn. A Fourth of July’s worth
of stars exploded in her head as she heard Grandma shout
again, “Hold still, I’m tryin’ to take
yer picture!”
Diana slid off the saddle in a heap into Barney’s
arms. It was the beginning of a new life with her own cowboy
and a migraine that lasted three days.
Once on the airplane, she and Barney let out a deep breath.
He was proud of her. He told her so. She mumbled something
into the fog of her headache and noticed her black pantsuit
was shedding handfuls of golden Palomino hair. As she squinted
one eye and looked up at him, he added, “I can’t
wait to see those pictures!”'
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