I mentioned yesterday that I was reading the book review in the N.Y. Times. My employers were all rich and probably read the NY Tribune And since I was reading their day old news paper that was probably it. The only way I can make certain is that I remember a comic strip called Them days is gone forever. If there is someone as old as I am, and lived in New York let me know.
Zandra, the physical therapist, took me under her wing and convinced me to join the class she was teaching in horseman ship. She had a large class and most of the people in her class were teenagers. I had to order a pair of jodpurs from Abercrombie and Fitz (it seems denim was not yet invented) and she also insisted on low riding boots. That took care of all my savings.
The second time we met and rode around in a huge arena, she put on a hair raising show of horseman ship and rode bareback and circled around the arena standing on one hand, and several other dare-devil tricks. Her public was open mouthed. And then she told us all to go back and un-dress our horses and then she, sitting bare back on her horse slipped quietly off her horse. It looked like a normal finale to her show. But she had actually fallen off the horse. She went to the hospital and after x-rays found out she had a fracture somewhere in her spine.
She was in the hospital for a long long time. I had no money and no health insurance so I decided to pack away my expensive riding clothes. They did come in handy when in Texas my husband said: Let's go horseback riding.
There is much history between the accident and the Let's go horseback riding. Be Patient.