Memories of a grandparent!

One of my fondest memories is of my Grandpa & Grandma Schultz. Going to their farm was like stepping back in time, but not too far back. Walking into my grandma's kitchen was wonderful she always had some kind of baked goods fresh from the oven for us when we got there. We would have our snack then head outside to play while my folks visited with them. Playing on a farm was nothing new to us as we farmed as well but there was something about grandpa's farm. Chickens running around, dogs barking and chasing after us, horses in the pasture with the milk cows and the pigs were in thier sty. Playing tag and climbing the trees in the orchard, picking apples and pears. My most vivid memory is going there and watching grandpa plow fields with a team of beautiful Belgian draft horses. The power that those horses had took my breath away. Grandpa would let us sit with him while he plowed with those horses and I will never forget the smell of the horses sweat or the way they moved almost effortlessly pulling that plow through the soil. That is what started my love of horses.

Grandpa taught me how to work with animals, how to care for them and he always said that if you show an animal respect and treat them with kindness, they will do anything for you. To this day I follow his advice.