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Editor's Note:

Wouldn’t it be fun to wander through the rambling thoughts of an entertainer’s mind? Too often we forget that those whom we see on stage have personal thoughts and ideas and even lives apart from their stage persona. Most of us know Kristyn Harris as a Texas girl who lives a western lifestyle with her horses and other four legged critters. We know she is a top notch entertainer with many awards. We know she writes songs and musical scores to go with them, so maybe it comes as no surprise that she is also a creative writer…then again maybe it is a surprise. It was for me. 

Kristyn has graciously allowed the Poolville Post to reprint her blogs found on her website at www.kristynharris.com. If you never go to her website to find out more about her, please enjoy this peek into her creative mind. Her thoughts have an easy gait to them as she wanders through the process of deciding what to do on any given day.
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Downunder Horsemanship
Stephenville, Texas
“In 2001, he became the first clinician to create a made-for-TV horse training program that aired on RFD-TV. The use of untrained horses and a variety of topics covering common problems faced by horse owners quickly made Downunder Horsemanship the network’s number one equine program. In 2011, Clinton launched a half-hour version of Downunder Horsemanship on Fox Sports Net, a national broadcast station that reaches 80 million viewers. Later that year, he created and released DownunderHorsemanship.TV, an internet TV site that gives horse owners around the world free access to the Downunder Horsemanship television show.” 

“In 2003 and 2005, Clinton faced the country’s best horse trainers and clinicians in the prestigious Road to the Horse, an event that challenges trainers to gentle and ride an untouched horse in less than three hours. Clinton became the first person to win the event twice in a row.”

“In 2007, Clinton created the No Worries Club, a community for horsemen who practice the Method. Through a website, exclusive DVDs, a quarterly publication and nationwide events, Clinton inspires and educates his most loyal followers so they can accomplish their horsemanship dreams.”
“In addition to being a clinician, Clinton breeds, trains and shows his own reining and cow horses. He currently competes and wins at the highest levels of competition.”
The Online Poolville Post is extremely pleased to have Downunder Horsemanship and Clinton Anderson on its pages. As the name suggests, Clinton is from Australia. While there, he apprenticed with Gorden McKinlay, a horseman and horse clinician. After a three year apprenticeship he began working with Ian Francis for a year until opening his own facility in Rockhampton, Queensland. In 1996 Clinton served a brief apprenticeship with Al Dunning in the U.S. In late 1997, Clinton moved to Texas and began Downunder Horsemanship.
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Clinton Anderson
“Today, Clinton continues to instruct horsemanship clinics, presents Walkabout Tours across the country, produces a television show, hosts an internet TV website and is constantly creating comprehensive study kits and training tools to make learning horsemanship as accessible and easy as possible. Clinton and Downunder Horsemanship are recognized as world leaders in the equestrian industry and continue to offer the very best in innovation, inspiration and instruction.”

“The Downunder Horsemanship Ranch is a world-class training facility located in Stephenville. Every feature of the ranch was custom designed by Clinton with the goal of giving horses the best care possible and ensuring he had the finest facilities to bring out a horse’s full potential. The 250-acre property is meticulously groomed and cared for, and is a horseman’s paradise. From the barns and arenas to the wash racks and saddling bays, the Downunder Horsemanship Ranch is equipped with every amenity a serious horseman could hope for.”
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The Online Poolville Post is looking for local authors and writers who would be willing to contribute articles. I am working on several leads, but there is plenty of space.  Please contact me at editor@poolvillepost.com if you are interested.  
The next official Blue Moon will  occur this year.  We will certainly be looking for her next installment.
Every Monday David Sawyer "The Guy With The Guitar" hand writes a verse of scripture and sets it to music.  
The message is always inspiring and the music is always impressive
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Olde West History
From the Fencepost
by Greg Bade
Life Ain't Always Hopscotch n' Lollipops  

The emotional threat looms over the sunset almost as visibly as the heavily pregnant rain clouds, ready to keep its promise at any moment. I feel it with such realness that I could reach out and touch it, but there’s no need; it’s besieging me without any invitation. In fact, it has already notified the pit of my stomach and the rash and reckless portion of my brain that the world I know is on the brink of smithereens and skeletal remains...a feeling I never wanted to meet face to face again. My nerves twinge, fighting the oncoming searing sensation; bracing for the physical torrent, the pure manic abandon - but with rough success.

In my mind I’m underwater, pressed downward and downward, while I exert half an effort to swim to the surface, or at least upstream; devoid of desire to care whether I land spiked against a knifelike jumble of rocks, slapped there by a relentless and unfeeling current and left crumpled into lifeless seagull bait. Air is no longer a necessity; the weight on my chest won’t allow its intake. 

A dreamlike state is the only way to continue functioning. I begin to imagine this morphing into a Disney screenplay - ‘the young girl, numb and broken, leaps aboard her mount in a blazing burst of emotion, and away they tear at a gallop into the swollen clouds and lightning as raindrops begin to batter her already tear-stained face (intense orchestra soundtrack)...’ 

And yet, somehow I’m still standing here, and moreover slogging through mud with bridle in hand, coaxing said mount to trust my hand to slide the headstall over her sensitive ear, which calls for more patience than I am able to conjure. Eventually aboard, I have higher hopes of a rocket-like escape, but her tender feet barely carry a trot... so we walk, and I cry harder.
And that's how it was in the olde wooly west.
Voices From The Past 
~ Forties Flashback~
These dates and text are taken from a now deleted website called "Lonesome Dove."
In 1941, a commercial for Lava was heard at the closing of a VIC & SADE broadcast. The subject of the commercial was an invitation by Procter & Gamble to the radio listeners to write a letter to the company on their experiences of washing their hands with Lava. In finishing off the commercial, the announcer said Lava cleaned extra dirty hands in only 20 seconds.

  The following year, it took from 20-50 seconds--- and the year after that, it was from 30-50 seconds. No, Lava wasn't slowing down with age, because it would take from 30-50 seconds to wash the hands clean for the remainder of radio's golden age.
Click the radio to hear an actual "voice from the past."  
November 1
1877 - Texas- Lt John L Bullis and a detachment of Seminole-Negro scouts had a skirmish with Apaches in the area of the Big Bend on the Rio Grande.

1936- The Rodeo Cowboy's Association is founded.

November 2
1875 - Texas- Shafter Expedition of 1875. Lt Andrew Geddes, 25th Infantry, and detachments of Companies G and L, 10th Cavalry, from Lt Col William R. Shafter's column, followed a trail of Apaches that the Seminole-Negro scouts under Lt John L Bullis had found. Geddes attached the Apache camp near the Pecos River. One Indian was killed, and four Indian women and one boy were captured.

1912- Texas- once among the largest ranches in the world, the XIT Ranch sells its last head of cattle. The corporate managers gradually sold the remainder of their property to farmers and smaller ranchers throughout the first half of the 20th century.

November 3
1859 - Texas. Lt William B. Hazen and a detachment of Company F, 8th Infantry, from Ft Inge with 30 citizen volunteers pursued a party of Comanche who had stolen horses and killed two citizens near Sabinal. Hazen attacked the Indians near the headwaters of the Llano River. Hazen and three citizens were wounded in the action. Seven Indians were killed and 1 wounded. The Army recovered 30 horses and captured eight firearms.

1874 - Texas. Col Ranald S. Mackenzie and a column of Companies A, D, F, H, I, K, and L, 4th Cavalry, with 32 Indian Scouts on a scout near Las Lagunas Quatras attacked a Comanche camp. Two Indians were killed and 19 women and children taken prisoner. The Army captured 144 horses.

November 4
1835- Texas- the battle of Lipantitlán was fought on the east bank of the Nueces River three miles above San Patricio in San Patricio County, directly across from Fort Lipantitlán. A Texas force of around seventy men under Adjutant Ira J. Westover engaged a Mexican force of about ninety men under Capt. Nicolás Rodríguez. The battle lasted thirty-two minutes, leaving twenty-eight Mexicans dead, including Lt. Marcellino García, second in command, who was mortally wounded and died two days later at San Patricio. The Texans suffered only one casualty, when a rifle ball cut off three of the fingers on William Bracken's right hand.

1854-Texas- James Gillett, Texas Ranger, deputy marshal and later marshal of El Paso, and rancher was born.

1879- Indian Territory- Cowboy philosopher and entertainer William Penn Adair Rogers, AKA Will Rogers, was born on a ranch near Oologah, the son of a respected mixed-blood Cherokee couple. In 1898, he left his family ranch to work as a Texas cowboy, and then traveled to Argentina where he spent a few months as a gaucho. But Rogers discovered his real talent when he joined Texas Jack's Wild West show in 1902 as a trick roper and rider under the stage name "The Cherokee Kid." He was placed in the Guiness Book of World Records for throwing three lassos at once. The first went around the horse's neck, the second around the rider, and the last rope went under the horse to loop all four legs together. Despite his skill with ropes and horses, Rogers soon realized that audiences most enjoyed his impromptu jokes and witty remarks. On August 15, 1935, Rogers was on a flight to Asia with the famous pilot Wiley Post when the plane developed engine troubles and crashed near Point Barrow, Alaska. The crash killed both men. Rogers was only 55.

1924- Texas & Wyoming- Nellie Taylor Ross of Wyoming and Miriam Ferguson of Texas are elected first and second women governors.

November 5
1874 - Texas- (Red River War) While scouting for Col Ranald S. Mackenzie's column of 4th Cavalry, Lt William A. Thompson and nine Indian scouts attacked a Comanche camp near Laguna Tahoka. Two Indians were killed, and 26 horses and mules captured.

1911 - Silver screen actor Leonard Slye is born, AKA Roy Rogers 'King of the Cowboys': actor: 85+ westerns, The Roy Rogers Show, The Roy Rogers & Dale Evans Show; singer: Happy Trails to You; passed away July 6, 1998.

November 6
1874- Texas- Near McClellan's Creek a detachment of the 8th Cavalry attack Gray Beard's Cheyenne camp rescuing 6 year old Julia and 4 year old Adelaide Germaine. The Germaine girls had been kidnapped from a wagon train in Kansas the previous spring. 4 Indians and 2 soldiers are killed.

1874 - Texas- (Red River War) Lt Henry J Farnsworth and a detachment of Company H, 8th Cavalry, marching from the Indian Territory under Lt Col John W Davidson, were on a scout to McClellan's Creek when ambushed by Cheyenne under Gray Beard. The detachment conducted a defensive action, losing two soldiers killed and four wounded.

November 7
1876- Texas- Johnny Ringo and George Glidden are arrested, ending the “HooDoo War” in Texas. The feud began over a year earlier with cattle rustlings. The HooDoos were night-riding vigilantes who disguised themselves with hoods and boot-black.

1881- Tombstone, Arizona Territory- Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday are jailed to await their hearing in the wake of the O.K. Corral gunfight.

November 8
1871 - Texas- Col Ranald S. Mackenzie and the 4th Cavalry conclude the second expedition to the Staked Plains begun on Sept 24. The final action occurred on Oct 15.

1874 - Texas- (Red River War) From Col Nelson Miles' column, Lt Frank D Baldwin and detachments of Company D, 6th Cavalry, and Company D, 5th Infantry, while escorting wagons to pick up supplies, found Gray Beard's Cheyenne camp on McClellan Creek. Baldwin put his infantry in the empty wagons, attacked the camp, and pursued the Indians for ten miles. The surprised Indians abandoned the village and left most of their property intact. Riding through the deserted camp, Billy Dixon and other army scouts noticed movement in a pile of buffalo hides; they were astonished to find two white captives, Julia and Addie German, both emaciated and near starvation. They and their two older sisters, Catherine and Sophia, had been captured when their family was attacked on September 10, 1874. Catherine and Sophia were subsequently rescued from another band of Cheyenne, and the four German sisters were reunited at Fort Leavenworth. Lt Baldwin earned his second Congressional Medal of Honor for this action.

1887- Glenwood Springs, Colorado- gunman Doc Holliday died of consumption. He was given six months to two years to live at most when he was diagnosed in 1872 with tuberculosis. A truly amazing feat when considering the rough life he lived with the heavy drinking extreme heat in Arizona and cold and damp in Denver and Deadwood. He even suffered for over two years gambling in Leadville, Colorado, where the altitude of over 10,000 made his T.B. much worse.

November 13
1835- Texans officially proclaim independence from Mexico and calls itself the Lone Star Republic, after its flag, until its admission to the Union in 1845.

1863- Texas- Chipita Rodriquez is the first woman to be legally hanged in the state. She was convicted of murdering John Savage.

1882- Tombstone, Arizona Territory- while Buckskin Frank Leslie is tending bar at the oriental Saloon he is forced to toss out a drunken Billy “the Kid” Claiborne who threatens him. They meet again early the next morning, for the last time.

November 14
1849 - Camp Worth became a fort.

1857- Texas- Governor Pease calls out the Texas Rangers to end the bloody “Cart War” between Texan and Mexican teamsters.

1870 - Texas- Capt Adna R. Chaffee and a detachment of Company I, 6th Cavalry, and two Tonkawa scouts were on a scouting mission from Ft Richardson when they attacked a party of Comanche who were stealing cattle. The army recovered seven horses.

1882- Tombstone, Arizona Territory- Billy “the Kid” Claiborne, a survivor of the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, is killed by Buckskin Frank Leslie with a Peacemaker. (Note Billy Claiborne, in the movie Tombstone, was played by ”Wyatt Earp”). Claiborne was convinced that Leslie had murdered Johnny Ringo.

1921- Texas- Cherokee Indians ask the U.S. Supreme Court to review their claim to 1 million acres of land in Texas.

November 18 

1861- the last Pony Express ride is completed.

1908- Texas- Texas Ranger John Armstrong who used the $4000 reward he earned in 1877 for capturing John Wesley Harden to purchase more than 50,000 acres of cattle land in Willacy County, Texas, (calling it the XIT ranch, one of the largest at that time) was shot out of his saddle (only wounded) resulting from his harsh orders to one of his cowboys. (The cowboy was later sent to prison for attempted murder.) Armstrong survived this attack as he had so many others and died peacefully in his bed on his ranch, May 1, 1913.

November 19
1856 - Texas- Lt Walter H. Jenifer and a detachment of Company B, 2nd Cavalry, were on a scout from Fort Mason, Texas, to the Llano River when they attacked a group of Comanche and captured some of the Indians' equipment.

November 23
1859- Reported birthday of William H. Bonney, AKA Billy the Kid, the son of William and Kathleen (or Catherine) McCarty Bonney, and named William H. Bonney. Another story has it that he was born on Sept. 17, 1859, as Patrick Henry McCarty to Catherine and Patrick McCarty. And still another account has it that he was born in Indiana to Joseph McCarty of Cass County. The first report seems to be the most reliable, especially since the Kid used the name of William H. Bonney, signing his letters as such.

November 24
1869 - Texas- Capt Edward M Heyl and a detachment of Companies L and M, 9th Cavalry, had a skirmish with Apaches while on scout of the headwaters of the Llano River in Texas. Capt Heyl was wounded and one Indian killed. Six horses were captured.

1938- Mexico seizes oil land adjacent to Texas.

November 26
1853- County Rouville, Quebec, Canada- Bat Masterson (William Bartholomew Masterson) was born. 

1856 - Texas- Capt William R. Bradfute with Company G, 2nd Cavalry, from Ft Mason, Texas, were on a scout of the Concho River when they attacked a party of Comanche. One soldier was wounded, four Indians were killed, two Indians were wounded, and six horses were captured.

November 28
1869- Texas- Samuel Hassells, (AKA: Bob Hays), went west at an early age and joined several gangs, committing many robberies. While living in Gonzales County he reportedly was captured and drew a five-year prison sentence. He escaped four months before finishing this term in Huntsville, Texas. Hassells was identified as a member of a gang that robbed the post office in Separ, New Mexico Territory, in October 1869. On Nov. 28, 1869, a large posse cornered the gang at the Diamond A ranch, about sixty miles south of Separ. A wild gun battle ensued and Hassells was killed.

November 29
1874 -Texas- (Red River War) From Col Nelson Miles' column, Capt Charles A Hartwell and detachments of Companies C, H, K, and I, 8th Infantry, were on a scout of the Canadian River when they attacked a Cheyenne camp on Muster Creek. Two Indians were killed and two wounded.

1877 - Texas- Capt Samuel B M Young and Companies A and K, 8th Cavalry; Company C, 10th Cavalry; and Lt John L Bullis and a detachment of Seminole-Negro scouts, were on a scout into Mexico when they attacked a camp of Mescalero Apaches. Lt Frederick E Phelps was wounded, two Indians were killed, three Indians were taken prisoner, and 30 horses captured.

You have to teach him to crave the trailer – thinking that it’s the best place in the world to be. In order to do that, work his feet outside of the trailer and let him rest inside the trailer. 

To work the horse outside of the trailer, you can send him between you and the trailer from one side of your body to the other or you can lunge him in a circle around you, asking him to change directions every so often. It doesn’t really matter what you do with the horse outside of the trailer as long as you make his feet hustle and change directions as often as possible. 

After several minutes of working the horse’s feet outside of the trailer, let him rest inside of the trailer. If he starts to kick, immediately back him out and put his feet to work again. If you’re consistent, it won’t take long for him to realize that standing still and being in the trailer is a good thing because if he kicks, there’s nothing but hard work waiting for him outside of the trailer. With repetition, he’ll learn to stand still, not kick and relax.

Some horses only start kicking when the trailer is moving. If that’s the case, load the horse in the trailer and drive around your property. As soon as he starts kicking, stop, unload him and make him hustle his feet. When he’s looking for a rest, load him in the trailer and let him relax. 

Remember, the horse is kicking because he really doesn’t want to be in the trailer. If you can get the horse to think that the trailer is the greatest place in the world to be, he will no longer want to cause any problems in the trailer. 

Horses That Kick in the Trailer
by Clinton Anderson

Because horses are prey animals, when they are made to go in tight, narrow spaces – such as a trailer – it’s natural for them to feel trapped and claustrophobic. 

When a horse feels trapped and claustrophobic, and his ability to run and move his feet is taken away from him, his only other option he feels he has is to fight – kick, bite, strike or do whatever he can to survive the situation. 
Photo Credit: Darrell Dodds
"When I was a boy – and that was thirty years ago – I used to look forward to Christmas more than any other time in the year. So many exciting and wonderful things happened then – turkey and plum pudding for dinner, presents hung on the Christmas tree, carol singing for pennies, and meeting all my aunts and cousins in the little English town where I was born.

My parents were far from rich; indeed they were almost poor, but when I was a boy, I knew nothing of that, and I thought the world was perfect for all grownups to live in, a fixed yet always exciting place where they went “to work” as regularly as and far more happily than children went “to bed.” Everything that happened to grownups seemed part of that extra freedom – even grandfather’s illness, for which he had to have his bed brought down to the front parlor, while I, with my own mere mumps, suffered so much less adventurously upstairs.

It was a Christmas especially that the powers of grownups seemed to reach the zenith of enviability – to be able to stay up as late as one liked, to be able to eat as much as one wanted, to venture alone into the magic streets. I used to think that in Christmases to come, the powers of a grownup, coupled with my own desires, would make me the happiest man alive.

Last Christmas I spent in Hollywood. There was a Christmas tree tall as a room lit with scores of colored lamps; there were countless presents; and the biggest party, with the merriest singing and dancing, and tables of food to choose from. And though there was no snow, there was starlight on the oranges in the garden. It was really much more beautiful than the cold, gas-lit streets of that little English town of thirty years ago.

I was happy. But I was not so happy as when I was a boy. I could not clear my mind of things that, when I was a boy, were never there. I could not help thinking of the fighting in Spain, and cities bombed in China, and peoples persecuted in various countries, and millions of unemployed and in want in all countries. I suppose such thoughts, somehow or other, were in the minds of everyone else – except the children. They alone could enjoy things utterly and superbly, with no fear for the world they would inherit and no suspicion of how we feared it for them.

“Peace on earth, good will to men” is more than a Christmas prayer in 1938; it is a cry for human survival offered up a million time a day. All the colored lamps in the world will go out if the cry is not answered. The songs and the feasting and the laughter are no changeless tradition, but treasures bought by our forefathers that hang now ibn the very knife-edge of peril. It is no fun to be a grownup. It is going to be still less fun, maybe, in the years to come.

We know that the problems which we hand our children will need more brains to solve than we have been able to muster. But there is also a sense in which our problems do not need brains at all, but something as pure and heartfelt and limitless as the happiness of a child on Christmas Day."

[Probably best know for his novels, Lost Horizon and Goodbye Mr. Chips, English writer James Hilton (1900-1954) recalls some holiday boyhood memories of the Christmas season. The article was published in Better Homes and Gardens, circa 1940, but the message it sends could have been written yesterday.] 
This year the holiday season will be just a little more special for me, especially Thanksgiving. I have received an attitude adjustment. Only a few months ago I had a large blood clot that moved through my body, and had it not been for emergency surgery, I am told I probably would have died. This in and of itself is reason enough to serve an extra helping of thanks, but it is not the primary reason for the change in my attitude.

Years ago, after a prolonged period of not talking to my son (we all get busy sometimes), I was feeling a little guilty for not calling him. After a few more days of procrastination, I received a call from him, and I found what he told me particularly insightful. He too had been feeling a tad guilty for not keeping in touch, but rather than wait for me to call him, he said, “I decided that the telephone works both ways, and I just decided to call.”

It is this very thought process, that at age seventy-one, prompted me to contact my cousins after thirty years of absence. It was October 26th, 1980 when I last saw any of them, the cold, windy and rainy day of my grandmother’s funeral. When my father was alive, we lived only an hour away, and we would often go visit my grandmother, who just happened to live in the upstairs room in the same house as my uncle and aunt and my four cousins, but by the time grandma had died we had moved far away and they all soon became distant memories.

My wife and I were going to vacation in far northern Wisconsin and visit my mother’s childhood home in Iron River, so I decided to try to contact my cousins and see if they would be available for a visit. My younger brother had kept loosely in touch with them, and it turns out so had my older brother, but for whatever reason, I had not.

The phone call was made and well received. While in the little town of Lake Mills, we had dinner three times in three days and over the course of those three days, I managed to see all of them. One of the highlights of the reunion was having a beer with my older cousin, Mike, in a bar that used to be owned by a friend of my fathers. I don’t spend a lot of time in bars (in Wisconsin they are called taverns) but this surely must have been a typical small town tavern. The walls were covered with nick-knacks of the University of Wisconsin Badgers and the Green Bay Packers. The current year’s schedules were posted on the wall along with assorted other pieces of football memorabilia. It was a cheery place ,and I imagined my father sitting on one of those stools with his friends eighty or so years ago.

But this afternoon it was just Mike and I. Mike is about four years older than I am, but when you are eight years old or even fourteen years old, those four years seem like a chasm. Now, seven decades of living provide a relished opportunity to share experiences. When I was young, Mike always seemed much older, wiser, more experienced and worldlier than I ever thought I would be. Now, sitting next to me, I realized he was not; he only traveled a different road ahead of me.

What I have learned from all this is that my son was right; communication is a two way street. I also learned that there is no excuse for not keeping in touch. I learned that my cousins are real people, not memories to be put in a box in the closet. They have lived real lives not that different from mine. They have experienced good times and sorrows – they have dealt with mortgages and car payments, doctor bills and health issues and yet they are able to push through and partake of joys that come with being above ground … of being a family.

In the article found at the bottom of this page, English writer James Hilton remembers Christmases where he got to meet all his aunt and uncles and cousins. This year I was blessed with the opportunity to re-establish a relationship with my cousins – a blessing I do not take lightly, so this year there will be an extra helping of thanks offered up in the Thanksgiving blessing, and I am pleased to say that there will also be a few more Christmas cards to address and send.  

Seasonal Thoughts and Blessings