Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: rural southwestern N.Y. State
The day my Grandpa sold a dead horse..
Well.. he didn't actually sell the horse..he traded the animal..
As I said in an earlier post, my avatar is photo of my grandpa, about 1890. When he left racing horses, he launched out into horse training and dealing in a big way.
He had 2 or 3 farms which were all very busy, between 1900 and about 1920
Grandpa came by a horse that was a beautiful pacer, gorgeous to look at, beautiful movement, and had much "WOW" factor.
One problem, a pacer should be able to hold that pace with a light rig, almost indefinitely..but this horse had "hives".. and old expression for asthma.
Gramps could barely take that horse to town (about 1.5 miles) but what the horse needed a long break..
Truth be known, that horse was not long for this world.
At that time, many wealthy dandies were moving out from the city, desiring to build an enviable stable and gain a reputation thereby.
One of those dandies, took a shine to gramp's pacer, and tried to buy the horse, every time he saw Grandpa, but Grandpa passed him off, since doing a dirty deal could ruin a man's reputation.
Well, one morning, looking out into the pasture, Grandpa saw that horse had died, out under the old Spy apple tree.
So Grandpa called my Dad, and two of my uncles..each over 250#..and told them to go stand that horse up against the tree 'in just such a way,' since rigor mortis was set...and a few invisible braces helped.
Then my Grandpa settled down on his front porch to wait for the dandy to come by..which he did regularly each day, on his way to & from the store & post office.
It was only a few minutes before the dandy came back by from town, with a buckboard and pacer horse. Spotting his wish under the apple tree and stopping, the dandy once more made another offer for the ailing horse.
My Grandpa replied.."You know..I haven't been using that horse much lately (for obvious reasons) and I may just trade him for the right deal".
Dandy quickly replies.."Make an offer, I'm ready to deal".. Grandpa says, " OK..the horse and buckboard you have, plus $40 (big money in 1910)..and you can take him home".
Quickly, the dandy accepts..Grandpa provides him a rope and halter, and tells him to go and get his horse..
In just a few minutes the dandy is back shouting..."Bill..that horse is DEAD !"
Grandpa cooly replies.."Now, you didn't ask me if he was still living, did you."
Grandpad of course, did not hold him to the deal, but warned him that he should always check the trade closely..at the time of the trade..
"Politically correct" language, is really Orwellian 'newspeak'. (Michael Cutler)
Last edited by ironglow; 06-18-2019 at 11:07 PM.
Reason: typo corrections