As a teenager I got my first Thoroughbred. Her registered name was Pickerel Smile. Now that was bad enough on its own, as it roughly translated in my head to Fish Face, but wait, it gets worse, much worse…
The name is actually a literary reference, and I had read the poem from which it comes, in my English class. This was only a few weeks before I found this mare, so I knew immediately that I was buying a horse named for a poem titled - For My Student Emily, Killed by a Horse!
Yikes!
In the poem the author (I thought it was Whitman, but I can’t find any reference for it) is remembering a particularly promising student, who died as a result of some sort of riding accident.
I guess it is fortunate, that my name is not Emily.