'member the *old* days?

The old days when:
Bandage cottons were actually made of cotton, both covering and padding.
Bandages were knit cotton and had ties rather than velcro, and you would take a couple of turns of electricians tape around just in case.
Boots were leather and had myriad little straps and buckles and were a horror to deal with when mud got in those little buckles. The next step was carefully washing and oiling all those boots
Harness, including hopples and hangers was all leather, and all had to be washed and oiled at least once a week, more often if if rained.
The first synthetic hopples and hangers came out, and the mad dash to the tack shop to get the good stuff; no more oiling those harness parts and plastic hopples were much lighter even if the lenght adjustment strap was a nightmare to set. Nylon harness came later but the transition was swift as was the transition away from leather boots.
Everyone had a special device for measuring hopples: a board with one fixed disk and one movable, with inches marked down the length of the movable disk.
The heady smell of Willie Tass Leg Tightner filled the shedrows - about the only other thing than Absorbine that wouldn’t dye your hands dark brown or orange.
Valentines Hoof Ointment was king
Blue Kote was in everyone’s tack room along with Dr Bells

As to saddle fit, here people did care, at least the real cowboys did - an ill-fitting saddle would not only sore a horse but sour one real fast. There wasn’t so much variety in bits - here, there were a few spade bit specialists but everyone else rode in a plain curb with a medium port of went and got a half cheek snaffle and used that; yep, cowboys too. Mechanical hackamores were frowned upon as a gimmick only fit for gaming. I also remember sisal ropes as the only thing they would use - finicky damned things they were too because heat, cold, humidity and nearly everything affected the rope stiffness and as a result, the ability of the roper.

Typical clothing was dependant on what you did - if you farmed, you mostly wore stuff bearing the name of Work King, those that had cattle and farmed mostly wore stuff marked Lee or GWG and the rodeo boys wore Levis - Wranglers were the jeans of wannabes and horrible things they were in those days as the legs would twist badly after they were washed and the seams would spiral down your leg. Womens’ and girls’ jeans had foul buttons on the side, some design made by a sadist. I’m sure.

I bought my first pair of cowboy boots in the early 70s and I think I paid 30.00 for them, a HUGE sum in those days. They were HH brand and lasted for years and that brand isnt sold in Canada now.

Loved the Thelwell books!

If you want to reminisce, I found a link! http://www.thelwell.org.uk/

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Hey, Frosty M and Auburn, remember the Junior League show in Tuscaloosa, the Montgomery show in the Coliseum and the most fun show was the St Martin show in New Orleans at the Fairgrounds, the good old days… :yes:

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Did the scoundrel go after thee with a buggy whip? :lol:[/QUOTE]:smiley: He DID!!
First the whip then he tried to tie us to the railroad tracks but then a light bulb went on over his head and he said “AHA!! I know what will break these young ladies. I’ll charge two fifty for a full shoe job!”
The whole time he was twirling his handle bar mustache and laughing like crazy.
He was shouting “I’m going to be RICH!! RICH do you hear me?”
It was awful. I was scared for life.

Sheesh, I’m in trouble. I cleaned by saddle, girth and reins and inspected them yesterday. All Crosby, all bought at Millers. Saddle = Crosby. No padded flaps.
I had to throw out by all wool under-sheet 5 years ago.
My first jackets were bought at Kaufman’s but as an adult all my horses equipment was bought at Millers.
In fact, I got my trainer at Millers (long story).
There was an anvil in the stable yard for the farrier. I forget how he heated his equipment (might have been a shed to go along with the anvil).
Every single horse was absolutely blindingly beautiful.
The barn trainer had no problem leasing a horse to a brave 13 year old. Horse was a stallion and would rear up and dump her and once went over backwards. nobody sued or worried about it then. Isn’t that interesting?

Rope halters from Sears. Blue Ribbon Sears brand neatsfoot oil. White webbing girth that I tried to bleach to make it white again for a backyard show (didn’t work). Buttons instead of Velcro on breeches. McClellan saddles till I finally scored a $30 English saddle of unknown origin while I dreamed of a Steubben Siegfried (and never got). The headaches from those chinstrapless hunt caps that you had to jam on your head that often fell off when you took a spill. Getting dumped in the street when your horse acted up as Volkswagens came by and backfired. Instructors who had been in the military/calvary and demanded precision not often seen today, but mostly I paid my bits of babysitting money to take an occasional lesson with old Mrs. Wilbur, who did nothing but yell “GP!” (galloping position) to us for 45 minutes. Jumping metal trash cans with two by fours over them. Definitely Thelwell. And the Horseman’s Bible checked out all the time from the library. Going to school near Flintridge Riding Club and seeing Rob Gage, Anne Kursinski, Hap Hansen etc. and thinking everyone had great riders like this nearby. The FRC Childrens Show and those cool programs with all our child rider heroes’ names printed in them. We’d save up our babysitting money to buy one and time it so we could watch them ride in their classes at the show.

I had a Passier saddle, thank you very much.

My sister had a Stubben, and my mother had an Argentine.

I still have the Passier and the Argentine.

StazDri (sp?) bedding, which was, IIRC, dried sugar cane.

Saddle pads only for schooling, not for showing. And slightly smaller than the saddle, so you couldn’t see them.

Saddle fit being concerned ONLY with whether the withers hit the saddle.

Hot shoeing.

Most people had stay-at-home mothers.

The only treatment availale for arthritis was bute.

Drugging wasn’t banned- or if it WAS banned there was no testing.

Only a very few people went to Florida- the vast majority of horses had the winter “off” from showing.

Outside courses.

Hacking to shows.

Hard hats that fell off before your head hit the ground.

Paisley chokers.

String gloves.

Prussian stirrups instead of Fillis.

Riding (and jumping) side saddle in a regular saddle.

Oh my…what a trip down memory lane… Where we rode every horse had a felt numnah and I only remember one rich girl who had a real sheepskin pad. Girths were either string or 3-fold leather. Bridles were all flat, but rolled did become popular in the late 70’s. I had a Cortina saddle made in Argentina, but lusted after a Stubben. All of the saddles were deep and had suede knee rolls. I don’t remember saddle sores, but did see lots of girth galls using those string girths. 3’ fences were the norm in most classes I was in, but I do remember jumping over 4’ in a Chase Me Charlie game before the instructor stopped us. We rode in the rain and snow in the winter. I had one of those cheap bareback pads for winter riding. My helmet came with an elastic chin strap, but I had the harness that you could add later. I saw horrendous nose bleeds after the horses were tube wormed…thankgoodness for modern wormers…I beleive that is one of the reasons horses are living longer. When I was in Pony club it was almost unheard of for a horse to be 20…now I own a 25 year old and hope he goes another 10!

Boy this has been good reading. Around Baltimore, we went to bed reading the Deluxe Saddlery catalogue and there was a good chance you took lessons from Catherine Bosley at her farm in Timonium which is now full of houses and right off the busiest commercial road in Baltimore County. I remember those gorgeous canary colored breeches, drop front if you wanted to be really fancy and spend a few extra dollars. We wore paddock “shoes” or New Market rubber bottomed boots. When I finally got my Stubben saddle, it cost almost half what my horse did. My parents bought me the horse but the saddle took a few more months. I never used a pad in a horse show and that saddle fit any horse I rode and I rode a lot of them. The thing that still amazes me…horses never seemed to get injured. Vet visits were rare except for that very occasional tube worming. The minor cuts were always covered in purple. The sad thing is the loss of trails. You could get on your horse and ride all day in any direction and I cringe at the thought of what I did with no helmet or at best one with that skinny strap that my mother insisted on sewing on.

The acrid smell of the billowing yellow smoke that boiled from the high-Sulfur coal in his forge…

Gentian Violet for thrush, and the stains it left…

Howard Scheib, of the Earl Scheib painting family, used to take me to horseshows in his brand-new Blue '73 Ford p/u and matching Miley with a ramp. Twenty bucks and he’d hang out all day - I realize now what a kind deed he did.

Schooling show classes - $2.

My first saddle was a Cortina, $80? and my mare had bald spots on her withers in addition to the white spots. Being the big reader I saw that saddle fit was a new topic and I went out and bought a PDN, for $200+. A Stubben Seigfried, which was THE saddle, cost $600.

My horse though, was worn out by 16, with no supplements or injections to relieve her pain.:no:

Wow, th![](s thread really brought back some memories. A picture is worth a thousand words so here’s one. This was when the following release was ‘in’ instead of a crest release. Also note the thick noseband, the no-saddle pad fashion trend for showing, a fairly deep seat for a jumping saddle, velvet hunt cap with no strap, a ‘bat’ instead of a crop, cotton breeches with no stretch, tall boots that weren’t really tall and usually needed the extra strap to keep them up, and a little $400 OTTB that could do it all, from trail rides to Pony Club to the jumpers.

[IMG]http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/eastmeadowfarm/MyopiaJr.jpg)

But the most wonderful thing about that era is that my best friend and I would meet at the barn at 7 am to feed and clean up and then be off all day with our ponies until the dinner bell rang. No cell phones, texting, email, video games…just off trail riding, building jump courses and goofing around with horses.

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Sitting in the hay loft snacking and playing Monopoly with my girlfriend while it rained outside (in Seattle, of course it was raining) and the horses happily munched away below us - this was a half loft so we could see them and out the doors and windows - heaven.

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But the most wonderful thing about that era is that my best friend and I would meet at the barn at 7 am to feed and clean up and then be off all day with our ponies until the dinner bell rang. No cell phones, texting, email, video games…just off trail riding, building jump courses and goofing around with horses.[/QUOTE]

Ditto.

The absolute love of horses and everything horses.

[quote=cha![](;5718410]
Wow, this thread really brought back some memories. A picture is worth a thousand words so here’s one. This was when the following release was ‘in’ instead of a crest release. Also note the thick noseband, the no-saddle pad fashion trend for showing, a fairly deep seat for a jumping saddle, velvet hunt cap with no strap, a ‘bat’ instead of a crop, cotton breeches with no stretch, tall boots that weren’t really tall and usually needed the extra strap to keep them up, and a little $400 OTTB that could do it all, from trail rides to Pony Club to the jumpers.

[IMG]http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/eastmeadowfarm/MyopiaJr.jpg)

But the most wonderful thing about that era is that my best friend and I would meet at the barn at 7 am to feed and clean up and then be off all day with our ponies until the dinner bell rang. No cell phones, texting, email, video games…just off trail riding, building jump courses and goofing around with horses.
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Expensive horse! :eek:

DAMN… I was looking for that sht for the longest time…the local rite aid or whatever had 1 (yes, ONE) bottle with a busted cap…I wanted to make my poor beagle mutt some ear drops…never saw that sht again…

  • One saddle
  • one girth
  • cotton flannel bandages (made at home), cotton wraps and
    yes, lots of pins!
  • rope halter, rope shank
  • Absorbine
  • one cotton sheet for horse (trace clipped and living out)
  • sewing in braids, needle and thread
  • hours on the twitch helping vet worm the barn (2x year)
  • one bridle with eggbutt snaffle (if you couldn’t get it done then
    borrow a pelham and if that didn’t work, then a double bridle)
    -rubber boots
    -my first pair of paddock boots from Beval - loved them
    -bathing grey horses with Tide and Clorox (red GA clay!)
    -yearning for everything in the Miller catalog
    -riding bareback playing cowboys and Indians in the woods,
    larking over hunt coops.

Going to Madison Square Garden for the finals, Kaufmans in NYC to go shop for tack.:slight_smile:

Oh, yeah, ALL day at the barn.!

Anoyone remember lying down on your horse and looking at the sky, while the horse grazed?? Or lying facing backwards, tummy down, and reading a book (horsey, of course) while the horse grazed?? Usually just a halter and lead, which would slip down around their ears? Then you’d have to slither a bit catch hold of it and horse is meandering around. Too busy scarfing the grass to be much concerned about you??

Oh, yeah…

Actually, my mom really didn’t know what I and friends did out there. As long as I was in the house for dinner.

Tube worming & huge pump style fly sprayers. Rolled bridles & creosote for fencing to deter cribbing. Pulling your horse trailer with a woody station wagon.