Thank goodness for dear Mr. Pellier and his invention of the leaping horn. If not for him, I could never have controlled my darling piebald, Cupid. In the days when Mummi rode (before marriage, and then, only a handful of times) she rode atop a saddle fashioned like a chair, with a planchette footrest on [...]
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riding astride and other no-no’s
Posted in Beauty, horses, side saddles on May 28, 1848 | 4 Comments »
my thoughts on the duchess’s skiing ban
Posted in horses, Kings & Queens, royal wedding on January 5, 1848 | Leave a Comment »
I am perturbed to hear that Sarah Ferguson has put the kybosh on her girls’ annual skiing holiday lest they get bumped or bruised before the upcoming nuptials of their cousin, William. Friends, this strikes a deep cord and opens many wounds for yours truly. I can’t tell you the number of fun activities I [...]
ware the abomination!
Posted in horses on September 8, 1848 | Leave a Comment »
It has come to this, has it? Royalty, ladies and countesses and even a baroness or two, installing exercise horses in their rooms. I find this sad, truly. When there are so many very good steeds getting fat in the stable, why can’t we encourage ladies to ride them? Nay. Neigh! Instead, the hucksters far [...]
The Circus Within
Posted in Child-rearing, horses on August 22, 1848 | Leave a Comment »
I adored my father, and was normally eager to join in the make-believe, the folly, the fun that he provided during his home stays, though even I could see how he’d stretched the limits this time. Papa loved children. All children. But it often seemed as if his own children were no more or less [...]
Back to Munich
Posted in horses, Kings & Queens on August 21, 1848 | Leave a Comment »
Heading back to the Palace in Munich. A tedious trip, to be sure.
