Thunder in the 1970's
She was an audacious statement of equine good health and ability and stirred her new owner's dreams of being conveyed in this new way by this new friend. Oldest daughter was attentive to Thundercloud, whom we called Thunder for short, and soon the new acquaintance grew into something more exclusive.
It Was Love and It Was Real
Soon it was safe to plop Baby Sis up and ride off. What she lacked in pedigree, Thunder made up for in intelligence.
Thunder Loved Pleasing Her Children
When Homer the neighbors' big palomino horse escaped his confines, he always headed straight for Thunder, who would jump her fence and show him to our garage where the sweet grain was stored. Traditionally this occurred in the wee small hours when hunger seems to trouble everything. The giveaway was "clip-clops" in our driveway in the dead of night. It was my responsibility always to correct this situation. Soon our neighbor Gordon would appear in excited pursuit all apologetic and ready to reclaim his bad boy Homer. It got to be so routine that we hardly recognized each other not wearing pajamas.
Homer's Favorite Playmate After an Outing
What a great gift she was to the children and how we all cried when she died in 1989. Up until she came to us, the family beast of burden was only cooperative sometimes.
Taken Before Husband's Back Gave Out