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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 14, 2020 22:45:06 GMT
Very, very cool, Lugg ~ congratulations! You live in such a beautiful area and have found such a beautiful way to enjoy it. It must be lovely for Mac, too. Hey ~ now I can say, "I knew her when!"
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Post by lugg on Feb 15, 2020 11:11:00 GMT
Fame at last Lugg! Can I have your autograph? ... of course It must be lovely for Mac, too It is as long as I let him have a snack along the way otherwise he can get hangry . and now you’re a cover-girl haha. That proves that they really loved horses, and that is nice. TBH I think you have to really love them to have them as they require so much time and care. It certainly does get harder as you get older as I am finding out. But its worth it.
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Post by whatagain on Feb 15, 2020 13:34:31 GMT
I always had a bad contact with horses. Don't trust them. I tried to ride them and my teacher was very condescending and made us (bro and I) sense that we were unfit to ride horses... We split when i finally told her that I really liked horses. In my plate at a restaurant. However we are going to let our daughter ride next year and I'd like to try again.
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Post by htmb on Feb 15, 2020 16:08:56 GMT
From the ages of 10 to 17, I rode almost every day. We lived in a rural area, had our own barn and pasture, and kept a total of five horses over the years (either loaners or given to me outright). Of the loaners, the best was a palomino with Arabian blood and the smoothest gait ever. I could ride her all day without a saddle and never get tired. I loved my horses. Now, just the thought of riding makes my back and hips ache! However, for a young girl, having the responsibility for the care, exercise and training of large animals was a wonderful life experience. Being outside, enjoying nature from the back of a horse, was an absolute joy and I remember experiencing a real sense of freedom.
So glad you’re enjoying your rides with Mac, Lugg!
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Post by lugg on Feb 15, 2020 18:35:09 GMT
However we are going to let our daughter ride next year and I'd like to try again. Be careful - its a slippery slope if she loves it you may get more than you bargained for. But seriously give it another go - just don't tell your instructor you like horse meat. I only ate it once , as a child in Belgium and not knowing what it was ;it has haunted me for years Being outside, enjoying nature from the back of a horse, was an absolute joy and I remember experiencing a real sense of freedom. Sounds idyllic Htmb - and yes exactly how I have always felt from being a child to now.
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Post by kerouac2 on Feb 15, 2020 18:53:09 GMT
Girls and horses… I have never trusted them (horses, not girls!). I think that I have been on a horse twice in my life, once when I was very small on one of those pony rings in a tent and the second time when I was in university. We went to a rich friend's avocado grove, and there was also a corral with horses. I think that if I had been on a big horse, it would not have bothered me, but I felt that the horse on which I was put was too small and that I was an offensive burden for it. I never got on a horse again.
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Post by htmb on Feb 15, 2020 21:11:42 GMT
My parents were either clueless as to what I was doing, or they really trusted me because I did a lot of dumb adventurous things when I owned horses. For awhile, when I was 11, I decided I was going to be a trick rider. I rode backwards at high speeds and did other crazy things. That ended when my horse stopped suddenly and tossed me onto a barbed wire fence (I landed sitting) and, in a similar situation, I flew off into a briar patch. I also trained and raced my horse around poles and barrels in local competitions, until my parents said the only events they’d allow would be those within riding distance. The win I’m most proud of though was when I won the English riding championship at a stupid, uppity summer camp I was sent to with girls who were "blue bloods." I had only ever ridden western style, but I beat all those prima donnas (they were probably nice girls, in reality).
Anyway, thanks for bringing up some memories, Lugg. And Whatagain, Lugg is right. Watch what you wish for. If your daughter really likes riding she could gain a lot of valuable skills and have a super time. However, it might also cost you a pretty penny.
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Post by mossie on Feb 15, 2020 21:42:42 GMT
Ah, horses, very clever and intelligent animals.
I may have told this before, but when I started work at just 16 on a local farm they had 2 brand new tractors which I was crazing to be allowed to drive. But Peter had to learn to drive the horse first, old Tom had his stable which he had kept after being retired from regular work. But specially for me I think, he was brought out and harnessed to a big hay rake. I was instructed to take him down to the 10 acre field, which was about the furthest away and meant trundling along the public road for well over half a mile, and rake the cut hay up into heaps. So i set off alone, turned him into the field and started on the job, one had to watch what the rake had collected and when it was full pull the handle which released that bundle onto the field. All went well for about an hour and a half when he stopped. No amount of shouting and pulling would move him, but after about 5 minutes he set off again. And so they day went by with his breaks becoming longer and at shorter intervals, with about 20 minutes for me to eat my midday sandwiches.
Until about 4.30, when he turned for the gate and set off back to the yard, all without any input from me, i was a mere passenger. At least I had graduated, but it was a lesson which has remained with me.
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Post by casimira on Feb 15, 2020 22:34:09 GMT
So very COOL Lugg! I feel proud to "know" you and am simply thrilled.
Like HTMB, I rode from @ age 8 until around age 17.
I loved it so!!.
My favorite place to ride was along the ocean (Atlantic) shoreline.
So many great memories...
Thanks for sharing this with us.
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Post by questa on Feb 16, 2020 3:52:09 GMT
My grand-daughter is 15 and crazy about animals in general and horses in particular. She attends an agriculture high school where students learn about showing and breeding all sorts of critters, her 1st semester assignment was...here are 3 guinea pigs, here is the material to make a comfortable pen for them. Take it all home, work out your feeding plan and take care of them. End of semester we want them all back in good condition.
Second semester was alpacas and they stayed at school but needed washing and practice for showing..At the Royal Ag show she won the second prize in class with her 'packy'. School holidays she helps out at a 'riding for the disabled'stable. While the RDA people look after the riders, she looks after the horses, saddling and unsaddling, washing and feeding, checking over for sore spots.This does not count for school but she does it for love.She is also a Junior Ambassador for the RSPCA. Somehow I can see a horse in her future!
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Post by bjd on Feb 16, 2020 7:19:21 GMT
I have never been a horse fan -- they look nice but I have no desire to get on one. First time on a horse, I was 14 and it was on some property north of Toronto where I went with a friend. The damn horse went and stood under an apple tree and I couldn't get it to move.
I didn't get on another horse until a trip to Argentina in 2004. We were on a ranch and went for a long ride. My sons seemed to have been born on horses, although neither of them had even been on one. I had the tamest, nicest horse in the place and still didn't feel at ease.
"girls and horses" -- my daughter rode once, age 14, at a summer camp, and swore she would never get on another horse.
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Post by onlyMark on Feb 16, 2020 7:24:52 GMT
When I was small we still had milk delivered by a horse drawn cart. The milkman didn't have to do anything as the horse stopped at the right houses all the time. One day our neighbour was on holiday and didn't need any milk. The horse still stopped and the milkman had to do a dummy run down the path to get it to move to the next one.
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Post by mickthecactus on Feb 16, 2020 9:09:29 GMT
Blimey, you must be older than I thought Mark. That's really mossie's and my era. Mind you, Nottingham is about 20 years behind the rest of us. I do remember the horse and milk cart outside my house when I was about 4 or 5 and the horse shied for some reason and tipped the cart over. Milk and broken glass everywhere.
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Post by kerouac2 on Feb 16, 2020 9:31:57 GMT
I remember that there was a milkman when I was quite tiny -- 2 or 3 years old at the most, but he was motorised.
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Post by onlyMark on Feb 16, 2020 11:01:17 GMT
Nottingham is/was famous for four things. Brian Clough, binge drinking on a Friday and Saturday night, maybe related to that but domestic violence, and pretty girls. The thing was after WWII it was reputed to have four women for every man. I'm sure though the binge drinking (often by the large student population) results in the beer goggled pretty women theory. But yes, Bulwell, a suburb of the city, was way behind the times. I lived in a house backing on to the railway lines. No fence to separate it from our back yard, just a bank up to the track. When the wind was in the right direction my mother's washing was ravaged by smoke from the coal train shunting steam engines.
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Post by kerouac2 on Feb 16, 2020 11:13:44 GMT
Now we know that Mark is really 95 years old. Impressive!
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Post by onlyMark on Feb 16, 2020 11:29:16 GMT
I feel it now. And I hope I reach 95. Had trolley buses into Nottingham at that time. Trams had ended a few years before my time.
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Post by mossie on Feb 16, 2020 11:51:11 GMT
Stay at your present age Mark, I can assure you that growing old will do you no favours. I have no desire whatsoever to attain 90, let alone 95.
Reverting to milkmen and horses. One of my early memories is riding with the milkman on his cart on a Saturday morning when he was collecting his money, I would sometimes be given an odd halfpenny. He carried his milk in big metal churns and the ladies would bring their jugs for him to fill with his one pint, or quart measure. He was a local farmer and had no doubt helped or oversaw the milking and bottling at home before setting out, well before the days of all the fuss and regulation now.
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Post by bjd on Feb 16, 2020 12:52:26 GMT
Mossie, did the women heat the milk to pasteurize it before using it?
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Post by questa on Feb 18, 2020 3:13:17 GMT
We had the milkman in the morning and the Baker did his run after school. We could hop up on the cart and get a free ride home, so long as we carried the bread into the kitchen. There was white bread or brown...not like today's multiple choices. There was also an ice man who drove a little van with the ice slabs on newspaper on the floor in the back. Naturally the floor of the van was rusted through and you could see the road as the van trundled along. He grasped a block of ice in callipers and ran into the kitchen and dumped it in the ice box.Sometimes if a chunk chipped off we had an ice block to suck on...rust flavour.
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Post by mossie on Feb 18, 2020 7:58:01 GMT
Extremely good for you Questa, not like todays overprotected little darlings.
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Post by lugg on Feb 18, 2020 17:41:36 GMT
Ha Mossie - he was taking the mick like so many of them do, but yes they can be quite smart especially when it come3s to food.
I cannot remember the milk being delivered by horse and cart but I do remember the rag and bone man who used horse/cart for his business. I also remember having to help my Mum scrape up any horse poo to put on the garden.
Bulwell - Mark - what a small world. I knew you were from Notts but not where exactly. I have some connections to Bulwell; my Grandad built the railway bridge which crosses the main road and lived in digs there as he was working away from home - this was well before I was born , when he was a young man. My ex's family were from Bulwell on the paternal side they lived on Logan St - 3 sisters all within a few doors of each other and I visited two of them there many times before they died. PS not sure if you have been back in recent years but the trams are running again.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Feb 18, 2020 18:01:07 GMT
My Uncle Stan worked on a dairy farm where they had Jersey cows...absolutely beautiful animals. When we went to visit he would pour us milk straight from a cow into a glass and insist we drank it. I still hate milk to this day...
My paternal Grandpa was a greengrocer with a small shop. He grew his own salad crops in big glasshouses and other vegetables on a block of allotments. He also had a horse and cart for deliveries. I don't remember my Grandpa as he died when I was a toddler...my big sisters remember the shop and the horse too.
I'd like to see the Rag and Bone man back. I remember seeing them driving their horse and carts along calling out 'Any old rag-bone' and householders would dash out with old sofas, garden tools, old metal things that they no longer needed, old sheets and curtains etc...they'd sometimes get a few pennies for the goods but more often they were just glad to have stuff taken away. The amount of fly tipping we get these days has gone through the roof...a lot of the dumped detritus a rag & bone man would have taken in the old days...old prams, car batteries, childrens' bikes, broken lawn mowers. Sad really.
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Post by monetsmum on Feb 18, 2020 18:42:30 GMT
Don't get me started on fly tipping cheerypeabrain! Not a month goes by that I don't contact the district council and report yet another dumped washing machine, chest freezer, settee, etc. etc. All this on a little road that I use on the grandkids' school run. Beats me why these tippers can't just as easily drive to the nearest recycling centre where they can dump stuff for free, or put it outside their property where one the local scrap men will collect it. We have one who comes around every Monday and another who comes every other Sunday. My sister bought a new washing machine on Saturday. The delivery man helped us to get the old one to the end of the drive and it was gone by Monday.
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Post by kerouac2 on Feb 18, 2020 18:54:35 GMT
In France, any company that delivers appliances is obliged to take away the previous one if requested to do so. This is really important for refrigerators and washing machines, but also for televisions and a number of other items.
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 18, 2020 19:16:00 GMT
Not a month goes by that I don't contact the district council and report yet another dumped washing machine, chest freezer, settee, etc. etc. All this on a little road that I use on the grandkids' school run. Not only big-time littering, but any adult in the world knows the warnings about discarding items into which kids might hide and get trapped.
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Post by monetsmum on Feb 18, 2020 19:35:07 GMT
In France, any company that delivers appliances is obliged to take away the previous one if requested to do so. This is really important for refrigerators and washing machines, but also for televisions and a number of other items. They won't do that now, unless you pay them an arm and a leg.
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Post by monetsmum on Feb 18, 2020 19:36:18 GMT
Exactly bixa!
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Post by mich64 on Feb 18, 2020 20:09:07 GMT
Here they are not obligated to take anything away besides our weekly garbage and bi-weekly household recycle products but, if you purchase a mattress, for some reason they always offer to take away your old one for a small fee.
We purchased a dolly after we moved here (over 50 stairs down/up to the house/driveway) for when we have replaced major appliances and furniture. Also here, one seems to usually have a friend who has a truck for borrowing when appliances/furniture need to be taken to the recycle centres or the waste dump.
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Post by kerouac2 on Feb 18, 2020 20:12:19 GMT
Even though they have to take away previous items free of charge here, I was obliged to pay extra for something to be brought up to the 3rd floor (with no lift) a couple of years ago. Otherwise, it was just brought to the entrance of the building.
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