April 19, 2014, Valley Falls, OR - Before starting the blog, I wanted to include a picture of my grandpa Jake, taking his last journey on earth in a beautiful hearse, pulled by a magnificent pair of blacks, owned by my cousin Tim Marshall. Jake was laid to rest Thursday, clad in a good pair of bib overhauls with his cap in his hand.
One of my fondest memories of Jake is when he would use a nail and a piece of string to predict whether a mare was with foal and whether she was going to have a filly or a horse colt. He was especially good at this. Of course if a young lady was present, he would dangle the nail alongside her flank. I could never tell if the gal was upset, relieved, or just amused when he would tell her, “Well, you’re not pregnant.”