Leavenworth Washington is a small village that has “reinvented” itself as the place to visit to get into the spirit of the season.
I was enchanted by this magnificent Percheron, Jackson, that took Santa on a tour and was also available for tourist’s rental as well.
One hundred years ago there were lots of horses and wagons still carrying the majority of people on their journeys to and from town, as well as handling the freight and agricultural demands.
My mama told me about riding to school on a buckboard behind a horse called Old Nell. Grandma would take rocks heated on the old wood stove and place them in rags around mama and her siblings feet to keep them warm.
Her other memories of the ride include a loud and effusive burst of gas escaping from the old mare every couple of clip clops.
Mama said that one day on the way to school she herself was guilty of a small aromatic ester. Even in her early 70s my mama would blush when she told me that her social blunder earned her the nickname “Old Nell.”
I thought of that story when Jackson clopped past me later that day. Pugh! Jackson was quite the stinker!