My daughter used to show horses in 4-H. She showed the grand champion mare at the Wyoming State Fair in 1996, after which, her feet never touched the ground for at least two weeks. A lot of my friends asked me why I worked so hard so that she could have horses. They said she’d get interested in boys and turn her back on the horses. Well, she’s 27 now, still single, and still working with horses. She graduated Magna Cum Laude from Texas A&M with a Bachelors in Animal Science with an Equine Emphasis, then went on to get a Master’s degree in Equine Reproduction.
She worked as the brood mare manager for the richest woman in the world, the heiress to the Wal-Mart fortune, but now she’s decided she wants to be a veterinarian, to make the big bucks, so it’s looking like it’s back to school for another three years.
I actually got to meet Miss Walton while my daughter worked for her. I drove to Texas on a Memorial Day Weekend at her invitation. She took us to a fund-raiser for the National Cowgirl Hall of Fame in Fort Worth. Oh my, did I feel like a fish out of water pulling up to the Cowgirl Hall of Fame in my flatbed Chevy truck to be greeted by a valet and walk up the red carpet they had laid out everywhere we were supposed to go. I’d never done valet parking before.
Miss Alice had bought a table for ten for $10,000 for dinner and Martina McBride in concert, then we got to see the premier screening of “Ride Around the World” in the adjacent Imax theater. It was great. They had a benefit auction and there was a horse there from the 6666 Ranch in Texas, where my daughter had worked one summer. She knew the cowboy riding the horse, and he even brought the horse into the dinner tent where he rode through the crowds and in around the dinner tables. That was one tame horse.
I made the richest woman in the world cry at that dinner. Miss Alice is very nice, and very down-to-earth. I was sitting between her and my daughter as we listened to Martina, who did a few happy songs, then launched into those tear jerkers that she does. I managed to hold my composure while she sang, "Concrete Angel," which usually makes me cry just hearing it on radio, then she broke out with a new one called, "In My Daughter's Eyes." I looked over at Jesi, then I lost it. Then I turned my head and looked at Alice, and she started crying, too! But she had recently lost a dear brother in a plane crash here in Wyoming, and I think that's what made her emotional, not me blubbering about my daughter's eyes.
Alice sold a weanling filly that was born while my daughter was her broodmare manager for the highest price ever fetched by a weanling quarter horse, $750,000. The filly was a daughter of Peptoboonsmal, a well-known cutting horse stallion. I actually got to pet that filly while I was there. (Should not have washed my hand.) I’d be grateful to sell one for $7,500. Actually, the red roan mare my daughter won Wyoming Grand Champion with is a better looking horse, in my biased opinion. Here's the link to Miss Alice's website http://www.waltonsrockingwranch.com/category/home/
Here's a picture of my daughter and her red roan mare.
She worked as the brood mare manager for the richest woman in the world, the heiress to the Wal-Mart fortune, but now she’s decided she wants to be a veterinarian, to make the big bucks, so it’s looking like it’s back to school for another three years.
I actually got to meet Miss Walton while my daughter worked for her. I drove to Texas on a Memorial Day Weekend at her invitation. She took us to a fund-raiser for the National Cowgirl Hall of Fame in Fort Worth. Oh my, did I feel like a fish out of water pulling up to the Cowgirl Hall of Fame in my flatbed Chevy truck to be greeted by a valet and walk up the red carpet they had laid out everywhere we were supposed to go. I’d never done valet parking before.
Miss Alice had bought a table for ten for $10,000 for dinner and Martina McBride in concert, then we got to see the premier screening of “Ride Around the World” in the adjacent Imax theater. It was great. They had a benefit auction and there was a horse there from the 6666 Ranch in Texas, where my daughter had worked one summer. She knew the cowboy riding the horse, and he even brought the horse into the dinner tent where he rode through the crowds and in around the dinner tables. That was one tame horse.
I made the richest woman in the world cry at that dinner. Miss Alice is very nice, and very down-to-earth. I was sitting between her and my daughter as we listened to Martina, who did a few happy songs, then launched into those tear jerkers that she does. I managed to hold my composure while she sang, "Concrete Angel," which usually makes me cry just hearing it on radio, then she broke out with a new one called, "In My Daughter's Eyes." I looked over at Jesi, then I lost it. Then I turned my head and looked at Alice, and she started crying, too! But she had recently lost a dear brother in a plane crash here in Wyoming, and I think that's what made her emotional, not me blubbering about my daughter's eyes.
Alice sold a weanling filly that was born while my daughter was her broodmare manager for the highest price ever fetched by a weanling quarter horse, $750,000. The filly was a daughter of Peptoboonsmal, a well-known cutting horse stallion. I actually got to pet that filly while I was there. (Should not have washed my hand.) I’d be grateful to sell one for $7,500. Actually, the red roan mare my daughter won Wyoming Grand Champion with is a better looking horse, in my biased opinion. Here's the link to Miss Alice's website http://www.waltonsrockingwranch.com/category/home/
Here's a picture of my daughter and her red roan mare.
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