As a kid I loved horses. I also studied anything having to do with Western themes, especially Indians (I admired the Cheyenne people in particular). I wrote reports in High School and did a college thesis on the Cheyenne people. I spent my early years collecting figures of horses. I had 120 by the time I was 12. But my favorite was always a big Palomino, at least 10" high. I named her Liberty Mi (Mi was after Mickey Rooney's character, Mike, in the old old movie National Velvet.) I dressed this horse figurine in blankets, drew her on paper, designed saddles and bridles and halters for her, gave her Christmas presents and even bred her to my friend's Arabian stallion figurine! Had a hard time finding a foal figurine that would have made sense tho. LOL. So Liberty Mi and I waited out childhood with no real horse in sight. When I was 40 years old my cousin called one late fall day to let me know that she had just rescued a mare and would like to give it to me. What a concept! Sure, I took the responsibility from her and lo and behold I had my first horse! Her name was Cheyenne. What a thrill. I cleaned her up, dewormed her, had the Vet take a look and stich up the cuts, had the ferrier do her feet and started feeding her good hay, grain, corn oil and suppliments. She was very long in the tooth, big and kinda yellow colored, all skin and bones and sores. I found her a place to live nearby and the nameplate on the old stall in that old barn was "Liberty" from a previous tenant. Come Sring when I combed her out...wow, she was a Palomino and a Tennesee Walker to boot. There she was...Mi Cheyenne, a Palomino mare in a stall with the name Liberty on it. God answers some prayers.

-- Susan in Northern LP Michigan (cobwoman@yahoo.com), March 01, 2002

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Sniff, sniff! I have tears in my eyes. What a wonderful story. Thank you my firend for sharing that.

The other one

-- Susan the other one (nanaboo@paulbunyan.net), March 01, 2002.

How truly wonderful - thanks for sharing with us!

-- Cheryl in KS (cherylmccoy@rocketmail.com), March 01, 2002.

God was having fun with you! :)

-- Shannon at Grateful Acres Animal Sanctuary (gratacres@aol.com), March 05, 2002.

Yup Shannon, 40 years of fun. Do you suppose this could be biblical? I mean 40 days/40 nights (flood, desert wandering and who knows what else is 40 this and 40 that.) 'course time is relative in eternity. :)

-- Susan in Northern LP Michigan (cobwoman@yahoo.com), March 06, 2002.