Since we used to live in the St. Louis area, the Clydesdales - and the Anheuser-Busch wagon - were common sights in area parades, county fairs, at Grant's Farm, and even at Cardinals baseball games while the Busch family still owned the team. We miss them.
June, there is a grandeur about them that is irresistible. I feel the same way as they thunder by.
Cathy, yes! It is amazing to watch and listen.
Rev. Paul, somewhere I have a series of old fashioned, as in printed on paper, photos I took of the entire process of hitching and then driving the Budweiser team up at the state fair. Sure wish I could find them!
When I was young my Dad farmed with horses, very big ones almost to wide for me to straddle as a little girl. Daddy still put me on them and I loved it. I can remember picking corn and throwing it in the wagon while the team pulled it very slow to give the men time to get all the corn picked. Then tractors came along with corn pickets and all the other equipment and the horses were just pushed aside for a faster way of doing things. My Dad kept a team of horses most of his life and enjoyed doing small jobs with them. I know new and improved is better but I think we lost something with the new and improved.
I would have leaked tears. Something about the proof of so much training and care . . . I cry when I watch ox pulls, too. *shame-face*
ReplyDeleteOnly saw them once. Thrilling . . and I love June's take on them.
ReplyDeleteSince we used to live in the St. Louis area, the Clydesdales - and the Anheuser-Busch wagon - were common sights in area parades, county fairs, at Grant's Farm, and even at Cardinals baseball games while the Busch family still owned the team. We miss them.
ReplyDeleteJune, there is a grandeur about them that is irresistible. I feel the same way as they thunder by.
ReplyDeleteCathy, yes! It is amazing to watch and listen.
Rev. Paul, somewhere I have a series of old fashioned, as in printed on paper, photos I took of the entire process of hitching and then driving the Budweiser team up at the state fair. Sure wish I could find them!
When I was young my Dad farmed with horses, very big ones almost to wide for me to straddle as a little girl. Daddy still put me on them and I loved it. I can remember picking corn and throwing it in the wagon while the team pulled it very slow to give the men time to get all the corn picked. Then tractors came along with corn pickets and all the other equipment and the horses were just pushed aside for a faster way of doing things. My Dad kept a team of horses most of his life and enjoyed doing small jobs with them. I know new and improved is better but I think we lost something with the new and improved.
ReplyDeleteI have chills...this was soooooooo exciting!
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