Clinton Hall George (right) with an unknown friend?(Relative?)
Clint was quit the horseman. He greenbroke horses for the other people. He had a wry sense of humor.
I stayed with my grandmother every summer and most week-ends year round. Uncle Clint taught me to hunt, to ride, and I was required to help pitch hay when I was very small. Once when I went to grandmothers, Clinton was under the big old oak talking to another man when I arrived. There was a beautiful appaloosa tied to the clothes line. I squealed excitedly, OH, He's so beautiful! In my best 10 year old pleading voice I begged, "Please, can I ride him?" He looked at the other man and said, "Are you sure you want to." I said, "Oh Yes!" He said," Well, Go ahead." I got on that horse, and he threw me right in the dog pen. The two men burst out in laughter. I was furious!! I was determined to ride that horse. I would teach them to laugh! That horse threw me at least a dozen times. Into the clothes line. Into the out house. I don't know how many time I went into and on the dog pens. I knew I was going to be black and blue, but I was really angry as only a child can be. Finally-- My grandmother came out of the back door. She saw what was going on, about the time I was being thrown, again. She grabbed me by the shoulder as I started to get back on. "Get into the house this minute!", she said. One just didn't argue with grandma! As I started to the house, I heard my grandmother raise her voice for the first and last time in my life. She said,"What do you mean, letting that girl ride a greenbroke horse? Clinton George You are too old to behave that way. She could have been killed." Well I got the last laugh. Uncle Clint couldn't have hung his head any lower without it falling off. His friend bid a hasty goodbye. No-one talked back to grandma.
