Odds and ends

Am I alone in using the digital camera as a way to remember books?  Forget scribbling the name on a scrap of paper, now you can just whip out the cell phone or camera and snap a photo.  Also, while we're on the topics of using bookstores - am I alone in finding a rather smug pleasure in finding egregiously misplaced books which some previous browser hastily stuck into a shelf?  Cat care in the computer section, poetry with the car manuals, I lovingly extract them and pile them happily on the nearest bench so they can eventually rejoin their brethren.

This is the scene in February, mere moments before I took a spectacular fall.  All that snow cunningly conceals a puddle which I KNEW was there, as it's there 9 months of the year, but somehow forgot just long enough to step onto its slickly iced surface and go flying.  My experience was caught on video, as I had the camera turned to movie at the time, but I think I'll just not share that.  It's a blur as the camera makes a lovely arc through the air, and then, as it lands a short distance from my suddenly prone body,  a lot of groaning, some slightly dramatic clutching of the ground, and a final, belated shot of the dog making a sortie back to see what was taking me so long. 

The puddle complex in warmer times. 

Which is why I am rather impatient for spring.  I love cold weather, but when snow conspires with ice to maim, you really don't need a horse to hurt yourself.  It's funny; I have the typical fear issues with riding that most sane adults have, but my worst falls have been sans horse.  Which is something I reflected on after another ice slide a few years ago.  As I lay with my head in the street, watching a SEPTA bus heaving toward my skull, I resolved to never be afraid on horseback again.  I didn't think of making a more sensible pledge, and resolving to move to a climate without ice.

A winter pansy, looking beaten but unbowed.  Granted, it was a mild winter, but I'm still impressed by their survival.  Also the decorative cabbage.

My gardens have always exhibited a lack of overall cohesion.  I believe my harsher critics think this is due to some stupendous lack of vision, but they're wrong.  I'm well aware that a deep purple pansy and a pale lavender cabbage are not natural compliments.  The thing is, I like both of them.  I'm an intensely personal gardener; that it pleases my eye is the goal. 








 

The Phantom Roan (1949)

The Phantom Roan

Stephen Holt, il. Pers Crowell

1949, David McKay Company

“Shucks,” he managed to whisper, “some horses have to die of colic.  Harmon of the Double Anchor says so.”  Moving easily, he walked to a little niche beside the feed box and getting a hammer started to nail the hasp back on.  Working, he kept his eyes from roving out to the rolling Alberta hills that would remind him of the sleek bay horse.  The hills over which he and Roy H had raced, but would never race again.  For Roy H was gone.

Glenn Barnes, abandoned at a lonely ranch house as an infant, loves his adoptive parents Luce and Abbie, and their Shoestring Ranch but now he has to leave.  Generous, impulsive Luce is an easy touch for every salesman and con artist wandering through their area of Canada, and a drought killed their last cows.  Shrewd, unlikeable Uncle Walt has offered Glenn a job in his bank and Glenn, stunned by the loss of his horse, is dully resigned to taking it and leaving the land for a small city.  Also left behind, his dreams of becoming a veterinarian. 

This, of course, will not happen.  On Glenn’s final night of freedom, camped out in a ravine on the outskirts of town, he encounters a horse, a rodeo castoff with cropped ears and a rage against humans.  The horse, a blue roan, also has a stone in his foot and submits, after an initial furious attack, to having Glenn help him.  Against his will, Glenn’s determination to never care about another fickle, fragile horse gives way.

He’d found himself now, and he knew that he had found his horse.  A sense of belonging to each other and of being alike filled him. Hadn’t Luce found him on the doorstep? And hadn’t he found the roan down here in the river bottom? They’d both been foundlings.

Of course, it’s not that easy.  First, Glenn has to convince curmudgeonly local vet Doc Crane to hire him, then nurse the angry roan (now named Sky) back to health.  Crane’s a tough boss, his daughter Barbara is confusing (to readers as well, since she has the typical lack of depth of a female character in a western), and Crane’s African-American assistant Alan is all but hostile.  And that doesn’t even get to the central battle of the book, which is the fight between Crane and the area’s largest rancher, Peters, over mange.  The vet is determined to have all cattle dipped to prevent the disease, and the rancher is determined to avoid it.  So far, Peters has been winning easily, to the point where Crane’s last assistant decamped to become Peters’ new ranch hand.  Glenn, now, is caught in the middle.  And at intervals, Sky’s former owner appears, whispers ominously to himself and vanishes again.

I’m a bit of a fan of hyperbole.  I enjoy every overblown, action-packed moment of excess drama.  But I think the random appearances of Sky’s former owner really just gilded the lily on this one.   You already have a hero with four different father figures (plus one actual if non-present father), two haunting bonds to special horses, and no less than four men who we’re forced to understand – broody Alan and his painful racial past, Doc Crane and his fight to clear the range of disease, cowboy king Peters and his need to be proven right over a mouthy newcomer, and dreamy poet Luce’s desire to latch onto a lucky thing by investing in random inventions.  There’s such a thing as demanding too much of a reader, and asking them to worry about Alan’s pride and Peters’ status while also wondering if the villain will manage to steal back the already troubled Sky – well, it’s overload.  By the time we all end up in a rodeo, Glenn’s final dilemma seems less pressing than our own.  Will we make it through to the final page before we begin to just hate all the characters?

Caveat: My opinion may have been influenced by reading this too soon after another Holt/Thompson title, Spook, The Mustang, and the similarities being slightly irritating.  Like realizing that a favorite author has an unfortunate weakness for "azure eyes" or using inappropriate words as verbs (aka, "she startled at his touch.")  Also, it's March, and this is not a month that brings out the sunny side.  Literally, as it's been ungodly overcast for weeks.   

Links

Lethbridge, Alberta

Cardston, Alberta

Trivia:

Googling the place names mentioned in this book, I discovered that the two towns/cities mentioned were real places, with a couple of horsey tie-ins.  George “The Iceman” Woolf, the jockey who rode Seabiscuit in many of his races and becomes famous again after the 2001 Laura Hillenbrand book, was born on a ranch near Cardston.  And the Remington Carriage Museum is a local attraction.

Spook The Mustang (1956)

Spook The Mustang

Harlan Thompson, il. Millard Sheets

1956, Doubleday and Company

1968, Grosset & Dunlap Famous Horse Stories (edition pictured), il. Sam Savitt (cover, frontspiece)

 

After his ranch venture fails in Mexico, saddle-maker Luis Barry returns to his father’s home in central California with his 17-year-old son David and wife Victoria.  Luis is frail, recovering from a nervous breakdown, and Victoria’s a traditional Spanish wife who defers to her men, so the bulk of the driving and worrying are left to David.  And David’s sick of ranching.  The collapse of their hopes in Mexico has left him disillusioned and hoping only to get a normal job, make some money, and get his parents stable again.  But when they stop to visit  Grandy and discover the old man’s vanished, circumstances conspire to keep the little family on Grandy’s neglected ranch. 

One of those circumstances is a little black colt David tries mightily to resist.

“Black as a spook,” he whispered, “and a natural pacer.”

Then David recalled the last ranch and the bay colt who’d died of thirst on the banks of the parched Miraflores Creek just two days before the rains came.  No more colts for him, he decided, and turned his head away as the black, with a last flick of his shiny hoofs, raced to join his mother.

The family stays, and David goes to work for their neighbor, a tough rancher named King Jordan.  Grandy’s property, the Condor Ranch, has back taxes owing and David basically has two years to pay it off or lose the ranch to Jordan.  Over those two years, he works Jordan’s ranch, struggles to raise the few cattle remaining on the Condor, and trains the black colt he names Spook.

Spook, the real reason for David’s decision to give ranching another try, had a terrifying experience with the great condors and it leaves him with a permanent fear of birds.  David, determined to make a great roping horse out of him, is haunted by the fear he’ll never be able to overcome the promising colt’s phobia.

Suddenly three squaking crows, playing tag with a stick, flew directly across the corral.  They made a din.  Their wings shadowed the ground.

With a wild whinny of terror, the colt pounded over Dave and fled for the barn.

An interesting Western horse book, full of ranching stories and rodeo action, as well as the long mystery of what happened to Grandy.  The setting – near the Sespe Condor Sanctuary in California – is also interesting, as is the presence of the condors. 

Side note

David’s mother is from the same family that stars in Thompson’s 1952 novel Star Roan.

The California Condor

You can hardly blame Spook for his fear.  The California Condor has one of the largest wingspans in the world at 9.5’  In 1982 there were only 22 left in the world.  In 1987, the last one was removed from the wild, a story I remember vividly from my childhood.  There are 408 birds, 231 of them in the wild, today.

Links

Jane Badger Books

Ponymad Booklovers

US Fish and Wildlife page for Hopper Mountain NationalWildlife Complex

Friends Of California Condors Wild and Free

The Great Pony Hassle (1993)

The Great Pony Hassle

Nancy Springer, il. Daniel Mark Duffy

1993, Dial Books

“You promised!” Paisley McPherson yelled at her father.  “You told me if we had to live here, you’d get me a pony! You did!”

Two sets of twins become siblings when their parents marry.  And although big, brash Paisley is the only one who actually says it, all four girls want ponies.  As Paisley sets out to secure her equine and build him somewhere to live…

“I don’t believe this.  We go away, come back a couple days later, and the backyard’s turned into a pony farm.”

… her sisters watch with slitted eyes.  Her twin, Stirling, affects to not care.  The Fontecchio twins, Toni and Staci, also fake indifference but of course, all three are wild with jealousy.  And no wonder.

He was a palomino, a round, short-legged little palomino with a mass of forelock, like bangs that needed to be combed and trimmed, over those huge eyes.  He had enough creamy-blond mane and tail for six ordinary ponies.  His golden ears, turned at a contented sideward angle, pricked tiny through his thick mane.  His golden cheeks and pink nose moved as he selected a tuft of daisies and chewed it.  His tail, long and plump, swished almost as white as the flowers.

 

The pony, Noodles, and the silent girl-war carried out through disinformation, things left unsaid and other classic girl tactics, befuddle the doting father.  Clearing everything up, finally, is his brisk, horsey sister Caledonia, who comes to assess the pony and ends up instantly figuring out what’s going on with the kids.  It's a funny, accurate, age-appropriate book.

Links

Kirkus review – pretty accurate

Nancy Springer’s website (includes brief essay about horses)

Other books – horsey

Sky Rider

The Boy On A Black Horse

They’re All Named Wildfire (I must interject that this is possibly the best horsey title ever)

A Horse To Love

Not On A White Horse

Music Of Their Hooves: Poems About Horses

Colt

Short story

"The Boy Who Plaited Manes" (Fantasy & Science Fiction magazine, October 1986)

Conquista! (1978)

Conquista!

Clyde Robert Bulla and Michael Syson, il. Ronald Himler

1978, Thomas Y. Crowell

In South America, Pizarro plundered the Incas and sent their gold to Spain.  Other Spaniards traveled far into North America in search of treasure.  One was Coronado.  Much is known of his expedition, but there is much that can never be known.  What follows is not a historical account.  It tells what might have happened.

A very short (35-page) and simple book revolving around the early days of the horse in North America.  In this imagining, a lost horse from Coronado’s 1540 expedition comes across a Native American boy who’s alone on the plains, waiting for a vision that will reveal his true name.  When boy meets horse, he’s astonished, terrified – and quickly obsessed with riding him. 

The desert was flying past him – the earth, the rocks, the growing things.  Once this land had made him feel small, but no longer. 

Bulla wrote a lot of books, and many were horsey.  I’ve come across many and remember a few from childhood.  They’re quick, smart, and capably written, but only one is truly memorable.  Dexter, a haunting story of a pony left to die when a troubled family skips town suddenly, has the depth and complexity that most of Bulla’s work lacks.  Since most of his books are written for younger children, this is not exactly a scathing criticism, I admit, but I think some of his books seem to have been churned out rather perfunctorily.

Background

The book was inspired by a 1971 short film by Michael Syson, which is apparently one of those films that both lingered in viewer’s memories and was thereafter extremely difficult to track down.  Reportedly a British production, it was shot in Spain in 1970 and shown in different versions and lengths in various countries at various times. 

Author

1914-2007

Bulla was born in Missouri and seems to have be determined to be a writer from an early age.  He persisted until finally establishing himself with children’s books, and moved to Los Angeles in the 1940s.  An extremely prolific writer, he produced about a book a year throughout his life.

Other books (equine)

Riding The Pony Express

Star Of Wild Horse Canyon

A Ranch For Danny

Three Dollar Mule

The Wild Arabian

Dexter

The Donkey Cart

Surprise For A Cowboy

Old Charlie

Illustrator

Born and raised in Ohio, Himler has illustrated many children’s books.

Other horse books

The Best Horse Ever by Alice DeLaCroix (picture book)

Someday Rider by Ann Herbert Scott  (picture book)

A Grass Green Gallop by Patricia Hubbell (poetry collection for children)

 

Links

Wikipedia on Francisco Vasquez de Coronado

Blog entry about the film (includes video of the movie)

Kirkus review of the book

Ronald Himler link