Dear Reader;
People sometimes ask me how I got so involved with ponies. I could say I'm getting back at my parents for not buying me a pony when I first asked for one for Christmas in 1950 or I could say it's because Welsh ponies come from Wales which is where my father's ancestors came from and I was suffering from "hiraeth". But maybe the closest thing to the unbiased truth would be to blame it all on Toni Roderick.
It's kind of a long story. If you have a fast modem and some time to read, I'll take time to tell you about it. Sit back, browse through the next few pages and find out how Gail and Gayfields evolved.
On the other hand, if you DON'T forge ahead you won't see a photo of Toni Roderick and her pony, June, who always stole our tuna sandwiches and gobbled them down, leaving us in starvation on our all-day rides. She also loved to roll in every creek, pond and mud puddle along the way, with Toni astride, and do all the other cute things that make us all love our ponies. And you'll NEVER see "Lucky"...my first first barrel horse!
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