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August 24, 2016 The Julian News 5 Julian Branch: (760) 244-9160 Cell: 760-315-7696 Fax 714-693-1194 emai: ben@allstatepropane.com www.alstatepropane.com 58 year oM Nick Skelton secured Britain's first ever goM in individual show jumping at this years Olympics. The U.S. show jumping team of Lucy Davis and Barron, Kent Farrington and Voyeur, Beezie Madden and Cortes 'C', and McLain Ward and Azur won the silver medal in team competition on Wednesday(8~17). Not Horsing Around Dressage, one of the events in the Olympics, is really big in Southern California these days but not particularly well known in Julian. An equestrian discipline, Dressage asks a horse to be perfectly balanced and perform various movements. It starts at a low level (which is where most of us stay) with simple circles at the walk, trot and canter, perhaps some movements where the horse is asked to track sideways while facing forward, or to go forward with the front end on a different track than the hind end. Wayne, the late husband, used to say that watching a Dressage competition was like watching grass grow. To perform Dressage, which at the lowest levels is harder than it looks or sounds should you stay awake long enough to see what is happening, requires talent, a great attitude on the part of the horse, and years of hard work all around. To get to the Olympics requires the same kind of dedication, work and sheer ability needed any Olympic sport, only with two individuals (that's rider AND horse) doing it together. H and H (that's Haiduc and Hidalgo) our Romanian sport horses have the ability to go all the way to the Olympics. Well, when they (and we) were younger, of course. Except that the ability is split up. Hidalgo had and has all the talent in the world but a positive loathing (have you ever seen a horse loathe?) for the discipline. Haiduc works to do anything the rider wants except go near scary stumps on the trail, but has no/no talent for Dressage. At all. That's the first thing. The Second is that their rider is too lazy to do all that work but we won't go into that. Especially as we are all, horses and rider, too old for such stuff anyway. But there is Ben and something happened yesterday. The night before we humans had been watching Olympic Dressage and Eric wondered how they taught the piaffe--the high, slow-motion trot in place, without the horse moving forward. Hard to explain but the next day American Ben was finally getting his big, Appendix Quarter Horse body into a good frame at a slow trot when .... we...how does one explain it? Impulsion through the legs and back, bringing the horse in with the reins, holding back and thrusting him forward at the same time and...two or three steps in place. Raising the legs but not moving forward. Not great, not sustained, not .... but .... the next Olympian? Hardly. But fun. Lighting the Olympic flame is a practice continued from the ancient Olympic Games. In Olympia, the site of the ancient Greek games, a flame was ignited by the sun and then kept burning until the closing of the games. Thoughts by Michele Harvey Stories Within A Story Many of us like to tell stories. Recently I told a story from my life to my friend Kaja. She liked the story so much that she said I should write it down. Here is that story and a few more. In the early 1970s my fianc6, Gary and I were driving from El Cajon, California to Aitkin in northern Minnesota. We drove east to Hereford Texas to visit his grandmother, then through Amarillo where we headed north to Minnesota. Hereford Texas is well named. When we drove through in 1971, the cattle were in feed lots, standing on mountains of manure. The manure mountains were about 15 to 20 feet high. Hereford is the county seat of Deaf Smith County. It's considered the most conservative city in the U.S. and we weren't, so after a short visit with Gary's grandmother we turned north. Amarillo was about an hour's drive north of Hereford, so we planned to stop there for some refreshments. My fianc6 angered easily, so I thought it was hilarious when he tried to buy a six pack of beer in Amarillo when we drove through there on a Sunday. I don't know if it has changed, but I can tell you that in 1971 you could not buy alcohol in Amarillo on a Sunday. We got back into our 1969 VW van and headed north across the Texas/Oklahoma state border. At the first sign of a grocery type store, Gary stopped to buy his 6 pack of beer. Once again he got really angry because the beer cost about 4 times what it would have cost in San Diego. I got another chance for a good belly laugh when we saw a sign, not 10 miles further into Oklahoma for beer at a normal price. Gary got angry again because he had paid the higher price for beer. I told him that it was his own fault because he wouldn't wait a few more minutes. Once we left our stop in southern Oklahoma I took over driving. I kept the car radio tuned to local stations because I was listening for weather reports. A tornado was crossing the state and I wanted to get as far from it as possible. I was driving on a toll road after the sun set when the wind picked up. I kept track of the miles I'd driven as the wind kept getting stronger. I decided when I had to stop our Volkswagen van; when the wind was strong enough to rock the van, I pulled into the parking lot of a Howard Johnson's. I woke Gary up and we hurried into the restaurant. I fully believe that if we had waited another 10 seconds, we would have been literally blown away. As it was, it was nearly impossible to close the van doors before racing to the restaurant door. Sitting in that Howard Johnson's was not a pleasant experience. We were wearing lightweight summer clothes and the inside temperature was 65 degrees. The waitress told us that we couldn't stay unless we bought something to eat or to drink. It was near closing time, so she had no coffee, no hot water for tea or anything else hot to drink. The cook had already shut down the kitchen, so hot food wasn't an option. Our choice was pie. One kind of pie. One slice of pie. Lime ice cream pie. We split that slice of pie, while shivering. 65 degrees, barely dressed and a piece of ice cream pie. When the wind calmed down and the tornado had passed, I was so glad to get out of that restaurant, into our van and on our way. The next day we pulled into our cousin's driveway near Aitkin Minnesota where the Mississippi River was about 30 feet wide. Cousin Mark and his wife took over a house that her family had owned since the 1850s. No one had lived there for over 50 years, so it needed some work. The first thing Mark did was dig a new hole for the 2 seater outhouse. Before he could slide the outhouse over the hole, they received a heavy rain and the hole filled up. Ducks flew in and made that tiny pond their very own. After the water receded and Mark rrrOved the outhouseftrplace;:all of that'didn't*rnatter'to lhUse duc s. Eg.r years, the a.ck looking for their little pond. Th :'h6u i that Mark* n'(] his wife moved to was square. Downstairs were 3 rooms. One half of the downstairs was the kitchen and the other half was split between the dining room and the parlor. Up a narrow staircase was one big room divided into bedrooms by sheets hung from the ceiling. Those sheets made more sense than walls because they let breezes take away some of the summer heat. When they first looked at this old house hoping to live in it, Mark discovered that the floor sagged a lot. He took a floor jack and a 6" x 6" chunk of wood and created some support for the entire middle of the house. Once Mark fixed the house and made it habitable, he looked for work. In 1971 Mark was a very tall man with a sparse beard, bright colored shirts and a leather vest. He wore his hair braided down his back to his waistline. This didn't go over very well in northern Minnesota and he couldn't get a job. Instead of giving up, Mark went to the City Clerk's office. He told the people there that if they didn't hire him to be the city handyman, he would be the first person on their welfare rolls. That frightened them enough to give him the job and it was a satisfactory arrangement for all. While we visited Mark, his wife was in the hospital giving birth to their second daughter. Maya Rainbow was soon joined by Robin Rose. Mark's wife called him from the hospital asking, and then pleading for him to bring her home. She was vegetarian and no one at the hospital could figure out what to feed her besides cottage cheese. We spent about a week with Mark and his family before heading home to El Cajon California. While there I learned to like goat's milk and a much simpler way of life. I'd still like to live a much simpler life. These are my thoughts. 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