Last Sunday evening, a little neighbor girl had a bad fall from her horse and died as a result of her head hitting a feed bunk. She was a wonderful little brown-eyed beauty, four and a half years old, always cheerful, and just everybody's little sweetheart. Her lifetime desire was to be a cowgirl, and she just loved horses. She didn't grow to be very old, but she touched the heartstrings of a lot of people in her brief appearance on Earth. We will all miss her very much. Her funeral was today.
There were about 35 riders that escorted the funeral procession to the cemetery. Her dad led her riderless horse, with her little chaps and spurs hung over the saddlehorn. Her two big brothers rode immediately behind. It was all very heart wrenching and the experience will long live in the minds of those who were there.
Here are some pictures. The original photos were nice and clear, but they downloaded onto Photobuckets rather fuzzy. Sorry they are not more clear and sharp.
Last edited by Soapweed on Sun Aug 14, 2005 9:45 am, edited 2 times in total.
Soapweed, thanks so much for sharing the pictures. Obviously there are better times, our thoughts and prayers have been with them all week. The big guy on the yellow horse is my younger brother, you probably know where he works. What a fitting tribute. Coping with such a tragedy will hopefully be aided by such a supportive communuty.
THank you for the photos-must of been very hard on everyone,but God must have needed a little cowgirl and she will be well cared for as she must have completed her job on this earth in the eyes of God.
Glad you and your family are home from vacation,safely.
Thanks for sharing this with us. We'll add her family to our prayer list. One of the saddest stories in our neighborhood happened years ago. The neighbor boy was sent out to entertain his little sister while their mother frosted her birthday cake. She turned eight years old that day and wanted to ride while the children were banned from the house.
Her brother got off his horse to open a gate and her horse spooked for some reason, throwing her off and catching her foot in the stirrup. She was dragged to death before her 10 year old brother could catch her horse.
The little girl was the first one of several children buried out in a little cemetery plot on the prairie. Her parents and her brother never really recovered from her death.
We have a funeral here today. A dear friend of mine died of cancer this week at 58 and we will bury him in the little prairie cemetery at Prairie City. There has been too much sadness lately.
Sad, but a time like this shows the care and concern of your friends and neighbors. The little girl will never be forgotten by her parents, neither will the expressions of deep sympathy by their friends.
If you look at the pictures. you will see Saddletramp, Soapweed, Mrs. Soapweed, I think Soapweeds son, and Bob M.
These pictures are priceless, they show the kind of people they are, and the kind of community they live in. I believe, that when you really come down it it, that is one of the reasons we are farmers and ranchers and chose to live where we are.