Family History: Why Every Girl Needs A Horse

According to my family, Aunt Edna broke all the rules.

family history photo of girl and horseShe kept tongues wagging at least forty years. Supposedly she “stole” her brother’s ranch. He was dying and, according to the family, she arrived with a lawyer, not a doctor, because she “always took care of herself first.” Edna and the lawyer got her brother’s will changed “in the nick of time,” the story continues. Not bad enough. She then took up “housekeeping” with the ranch foreman.

It goes on and on. She drank too much. Her kids were wild. She would “do anything to break into high society.” The fact that she lived in Dillon, Montana, a place not exactly synonymous with high society, didn’t give anyone pause. When tongues wag, tongues wag.

Aunt Edna also gave me my first horse.

One day she called my mother and, with characteristic bluntness, she announced that she had a pony, and my mother had a daughter. “Every girl needs a horse,” she said. “Bring a trailer.” The horse, a Shetland named Duchess, was her gift to a child she’d never met, and, unfortunately, I don’t remember meeting her. When I arrived at her place with my parents, I was far too excited about the pony to give much thought to the woman. Unfortunately, the horse turned out to be bad-tempered, ornery, and damned hard to love. It was Aunt Edna’s notion “that every girl needs a horse” that was the real gift.

Most of us we believe we are smart or worthless or whatever based on what we’ve been told, but the  horse doesn’t know what anyone else may or may not have said. The horse only wants to know whether or not you’re in charge, because, if you’re not, the horse will be. In other words, the horse will have the true measure of your character in about five minutes. And, if you stay in the saddle, or if you get up and get back in the saddle, you will too. Although I don’t remember her, I have no doubt that my Aunt Edna knew that. After they found fault with everything else about her, the wagging tongues in my family almost always paused to add, “but she’s some horsewoman. You got to give her that.”

Aunt Edna lived at a time when a woman’s reputation was considered her “most precious asset,” but it never was bankable. We forget how recently things changed. It was the 1970s before laws were passed that allowed a married woman to have credit in her own name. Bank loans followed. Before that, women, like Aunt Edna, couldn’t marry the ranch foreman, or anyone else, and hope to stay in control of the ranch. Reputation be damned, Aunt Edna refused to climb down from the saddle. She ran her ranch, her way. However, that was the let-the-tongues-wag, lonely choice. In the end, I understand that it was just her, her horses, and a bottomless bottle of whiskey.

Whiskey and more whiskey, we like our audacious, uppity types, but we make them pay. That is, until we pause long enough to ask what’s really going on.  What’s behind the stories we’ve always heard?



Filed under cowboy story, Family history, Family Stories, History, Why Stories?

3 responses to “Family History: Why Every Girl Needs A Horse

  1. She sounds like some of the characters in my family. I love the strong women, they are great example of never give up. Sounds like she had a caring side she didn’t let be visible.
    Thanks for sharing.

  2. Love this story! Aunt Edna sounds like my father’s cousins Mary and Vi. As far as I know they never had a horse, but they had a ton of fun and liked their whiskey. According to another cousin of their generation, neither married because they couldn’t find a man to have as much fun with as they had together!

  3. I had an Aunt Kate who sounded like your Aunt Edna, and although I knew her and saw her fairly often, I never really got to know her. I regret that now.

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