When I was a kid, the only thing I wanted for Christmas was a pony. I knew that it was unrealistic. After all, we lived in Manhattan so there wasn’t exactly a place to put a pony.
42 years after I got her, Goldie still can inspire a little girl’s dreams.
The Christmas I was five or six, my dream came close to coming true. That was the year I got Goldie. While she wasn’t a living breathing pony, she was the size of a real pony and I could ride her.
She came in a huge wooden box from India in six solid pieces of wood which my father assembled into a pony, held together by wooden pegs. My grandmother helped monks import hand-carved Creche scenes through her church and she had them carve Goldie for me. My father bought me a pony sized western saddle for her and with that and my imagination we were off on many adventures.
Once I grew older, I realized that the monks who had carved Goldie had probably never seen a horse before and had probably carved her after looking at a picture of a pony. She looks pretty good from the side, but from the front, her legs look suspiciously human, especially the knees. However, in my eyes, she was perfect.
For many years I had no place to keep her. It wasn’t until my husband and I bought our first house that she was able to come and live with me again. She’s always been a conversation piece. Not that many people have a life-sized pony in their living room and Goldie is certainly unique.

She may be made of wood, but she still loves to be hugged.
My son was never enamored with her, but my daughter spent many happy hours playing on her and Goldie has been a big hit with her friends. The cats love sitting on her, too.
Goldie is now 42 years old. Her saddle is long gone, as is her tail. When I was maybe nine or 10, I covered her with vegetable oil (in hopes of conditioning the wood) so for a few years she was pretty sticky. She’s picked up a fair number of scratches and bangs over the years (our cats have an annoying habit of using her as a

For the cats, she's a great perch.
scratching post), but she’s still fun to ride. Some day I’ll have her refinished and she’ll have the luster of the years without the marks of age. But every Christmas I remember the year I had a pony under the tree and celebrate one of the very best presents I ever received
Wishing all my readers and fellow bloggers a very happy holiday season.











A Happy Holiday Ending for a Few Horses
December 31, 2008 · 2 Comments
Twice during the holidays I’ve read about dramatic rescues of horses.
The first occurred in England, where an 8-year old welsh-bred blue roan mare named Steffie, fell down a well. She was rescued three days after she disappeared and despite falling 10 feet and going without food or water during that time, she appears to have made a full recovery. Here’s a photo of her being hoisted out by three firefighter crews, RSPCA officers, a vet and a search and rescue team.
Meanwhile, in British Columbia, rescue workers spent a week successfully retrieving two horses that had been left behind by hunters. (Actually, something I’ve read since first posting is that a lawyer from Alberta was making a pack trip through the area in the summer, for whatever reason decided it wasn’t going well and left the horses while getting himself out. It is rumored that there were 3 but one died). The horses were found on December 15th by two young men looking for snowmobiles that had been abandoned by tourists. They found the horses stuck in six feet of snow with no shelter. While they considered shooting the horses at first, thinking it the most humane thing to do, they decided the horses still had too much spirit. Over the course of a week, nearly 50 people joined the rescue effort and dug a half-mile trail escape route through the snow by hand.
What a wonderful Christmas gift for these equines. Kudos for the volunteers who spent their holidays working on behalf of these lucky horses.
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