On Edgewood, we had over an acre of land which included the barn you see in the photo. My cousin, Danny Potter had horses. My uncle, Nephi Potter (Danny's dad) started keeping their horses at our house. Danny is shown on his pony, Bay Lady. Behind him is Minnehaha (Minnie for short) with Ginny, Ruth, David and me (Sara) Stewart on her back.
Minnie was a wonderful horse. She was old, but as you can see tolerated lots of kids on her back. I loved riding Minnie. Minnie was a paint (multi-colored) horse that my Uncle Neph said was an Indian horse. The most interesting thing about Minnie was that she was trained to come to a complete stop when someone shouted "Whoa!" As you can imaging, this made for interesting times. We would do horse races around the corral. If you were riding Minnie and you got ahead, someone would shout whoa and you would go flying over her head to the ground.
One time, my sister Virginia, Pam Madsen and I were out riding. Some dogs spooked our horses and they took off running out of control. As we came out of the desert onto Mason Drive, there was a 2-3 foot droop off. All of us got dumped. I yelled whoa and Minnie stopped. The other two horses headed on home. The three of us got on Minnie and road her home.
Ginny had a quarter horse named Blaze. She was also a lot of fun. Blaze was afraid of water. In the middle of the corral was a small water hole. Ginny was trying to get Blaze to go into the water. I don't remember all of the details, but she ended up on the ground with Blaze hitting her on her back with her hoof. She had a nice horseshoe shaped bruise for a while. We had her for several years, until she caught distemper and had to be put down.
Bay Lady was a great pony. She later had a foal which grew up in our corral. The foal was a roan (white hair mixed with some brown color). The foal was named Peanut.
Dr. Hal Parker lived in our ward about a block away. He had a bunch of small ponies that he kept at our house for a year. I think Ruth was the only one who could ride them, because they were so small, all the rest of us had our legs dragging on the ground. These ponies were so small, that they could lay down in the corral, roll over and be under the fence. They did not do this on purpose, but I remember it happened a couple of times.
In the barn, we kept chickens. Mom used one stall to raise rabbits. We would play in there and would do a haunted house up in the loft at Halloween. The barn was at the back of the property. Right behind the house was a high hedge of bushes. There was a 3-4 ft opening so you could go out back to the corral and barn. Sometimes someone would leave the barn light on. Mom would send one of us out there in the dark to turn it off. David and I both remember how we hated this job. I would go out ok because the light in the barn was on. I would get to the barn, hold the sliding door, flip the light switch off, slam the door and run as fast as I could towards that opening in the hedge. I am glad that the boogeyman never caught me!

