Author Archives: Peggy Vurgason

Our friend Walter has a horse carriage business which services wedding, festivals and parades. A few days before Memorial Day weekend, he called and asked if my husband George and...

I was 12 years old, in 1966. My horse was Hootenanny, a 16 hand Belgium/Cross, golden chestnut with a blonde mane and tail. He had a white blaze, two white hind...

Animals do not have the free will to pick their owners and pick their jobs. That is always decided for them. I like to think that in a perfect world...

When we were in our 20s, Joanne and I were best friends. I operated a lesson program in Titusville, NJ and she often came by to help out or take...

It was the night of July 20, 1969 and world history was being made. Instead of going to bed early, our C2 team stayed up to watch Apollo 11 land on...

It was the summer of 1969 and I had just completed my sophomore year at Notre Dame High School in Lawrenceville, NJ. I was proud to be a member of...

It was almost two years since I started riding again after the surgeries. My left leg had not fully recovered but I had my life back. There would be no...

Everyone has heard the expressions, “stubborn as a mule,” “works like a mule,” and “kicks like a mule." No one ever hears anyone say, “wise as a mule,” “dependable as...

With my hand in a cast (courtesy of my last hunter pace), my plans for fox hunting that season were nixed. Instead of sitting around and sulking, my husband and...

I survived my first summer in Florida. I didn’t think I would since I barely survived summers in New Jersey, where I moved from last November. I came here to...

It was a few days before my 54th birthday and I was at the starting point at the Amwell Valley Trail Association’s annual hunter pace. My horse Joey, came into...

This is a true story that took place over a four-day period, beginning with Thurs afternoon and ending with Sunday morning. It is interesting and eventful. The names have not...

When I was two years old, my father put me on a horse and told me to hold on to the horn. Then he taught me how to kick to...