|Our Sally Ann|
Along about the middle of all this one of my parents fellow equine aficionados sent them an impromptu gift, pictured below.
|Our Sally Ann|
Along about this time I was informed that Mom was
That Christmas my folks had the usual discussion about what to get the grandmothers for Christmas. My maternal grandmother had a nice disposition and was fairly easy to please; the other one - not so much. So Mom hit upon a nice little silver pin in the shape of a tree with little round fruit on it, each fruit having the name of a family member. Family tree, get it? The only thing was, my brother hadn't been born yet. In fact, he wouldn't show up until March.
The grandmothers agreed that Mom would have a girl, and I was informed that my sister's name would be Sally. Not knowing any better, I naturally figured that they were naming her after Sally Ann, although just why anyone would name their daughter after a horse with more problems than Carter had liver pills was more than I could fathom. But that was that, and the pins kept both grandmothers pacified over Christmas.
By the way, no one dissuaded me from this idea about Sally being Sally Ann's namesake. Go figure that one out.
March rolled around, Mom went to St. Luke's hospital and at 3:00 PM had a nice baby boy. I had a brother, which is what I wanted, and Robert MacFarlane Emery came to trouble the otherwise tumultuous Emery household. I think it's worth noting that Robert is a direct descendant of Donacha dhu na Dunaigh Mhic Phàrlain, or Black Duncan the Mischievous MacFarlane. Here he is showing his inherited tendencies.
|Robert McFarlane Emery|
Our Sally Ann retired from show horse status and became a brood mare, giving us a number of fine fillies, several of which turned out to be champions. She was put out to pasture in her later years and had an enjoyable life. Dad figured she'd earned it; he knew he certainly had.