So what's changed? (massive essay, read only if looking to kill time!)

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My children are great devourers of Pullein Thompsons and what have you, and we got into a long conversation about stable management, then (as in P-Ts etc, so 40s/50s) 'In My Day' (70s/80s) and now.
Ponies lived out year round and rarely got laminitis (fertilised grassland? Climate change?) and were fed oats if stabled. By my day, we didn't feed ponies oats, but horses ate oats, even horses ridden by hopeless people ate oats. But ponies were considered to 'hot up' if you gave them oats. (invention and marketing of 'pony nuts'?) now, even horses don't eat oats, what are you mad, woman? (extensive development and more marketing of various horse feeds. Many of which, if I'm not mistaken, probably have oats in them?!)
Hunters hunted in the winter, and were turned away in the summer, when you showed the broodmares and foals, rode the ponies, and maybe had something else to show, or jump. That lot lived out all winter. (Less people with more time and money than sense?)
I had an 8 week fittening regime for a hunter drummed into me so hard when I did my AI that I can still remember it 30 years later, like it was yesterday, it was treated as the single most important part of the stable management! All that walking on roads and trotting up and down hills! (What on earth did they do in Norfolk?!) There were no two ways about it, that was what you did and it started in August!!! (hunting ban, obviously)
Children were expected to learn how to do all sorts of perilous exercises, and ride with a really independent seat before they learned to jump anything, and then they were expected to jump blooming great fences without batting an eye. They were expected to do this out hunting, in the show ring, on the same pony they used for mounted games and everything else, and they rode 12.2s till about 12, 13.2s til 14 and 14.2s til 16. Horses were for grown ups. (Children are a bit taller. But not actually that much.)
As you can see, some of it we found easy to explain - but what about the rest? For me, some of it's improvement, some of it is just tragic.
Anyone care to pontificate while waiting for the weekend?!
 
Mine eats oats and all other straights, does sort of follow the same fittening up regime, 1 week of walking per month off.

Old regime i think was the best!
 
after nuts came 'horse mueseli' so that the owners could see what was in the feed (if they knew what they were looking at) and pay the feed suppliers even more for the feed

horse supplements arrived on the scene as well alongside the disappearance of the bran mash, boiled barley and linseed jelly/tea/mash and plain old salt in the feed

kids went to pony club and were left there without the attendance of a 'responsible parent/adult' for each child throughout the rally

the 'trainer' arrived on the scene with the disappearance of the old 'nagsman' that didn't have a college degree or letters after his name but knew what he was talking about

elbow grease and strapping disappeared from the scene to be replaced by grooming kits containing every type of brush and lotion known to mankind
 
Can I join your gang please?

Things were so simple then weren't they and you just got on with it, you made do with what you had got and tried to improve it; everything was such an achievement to you then as well, you didn't take it for granted. There was very little transport so you hacked to shows and rallies, did them and hacked home again and they could have been up to 20 miles away but it was the only way to get there!

Will be very interested in hearing from others about this too.
 
agreed! It always amazes me to read the 'Jill' books that she used to jump 4' plus courses on her little 14hh and 13hh ponies.

Different world now. Even when I was a kid (only about 15years ago) we were jumping without reins and stirrups in lessons, galloping riding school ponies up to the field bareback, going out hacking and racing each other down the grass verges. Ponies were expected to be jack of all trades and turn their hoofs to anything

Maybe it is the amount of money required in the industry now. If you want to have a shot at even winning a basic 2'3 local unaffiliated, you need a pretty fast expensive pony. So if you have a decent jumper, you keep it just for that rather than risking it doing a bit of gymkhana. True allrounders seem to be the ones that might be able to 'do' everything but they don't have a chance at winning against the 'specialising' ponies so they lose popularity... dunno. Just my thoughts
 
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right that's it. I've always wanted to be in a clique. Now I've formed one! Charter members only being admitted today!
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Horses and ponies were allowed to be herd animals and live with others not kept in seperate pocket handkerchiefs surrounded by electric fencing. They were also not treated as child substitutes by people who spend more time cuddling them than actually riding them.
 
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All welcome, particularly those who recall the smell of linseed jelly. I've just bought some linseed. From the health food shop!
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Aaah, linseed; is there anything nicer than that boiling on a winter's night - as long as it doesn't boil over of corse then you need to get the pickaxe out to clean the cooker!
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It was heartening to know that Leahurst still use a lot of bran in their feeds every day and if they don't know what's good or not, heaven help us!
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I have a thing about bran.
Once, quite a long time ago, my boss (who had married money and thus far relied on me to indicate to her which end bit and which end sh*t) read (remarkably) an article about bran being A Bad Thing. Because of its effect on calcium absortption. Sadly 'phosphorous' and also 'limestone flour' were too complicated for her to integrate into this 'nutrition for complete dimbos' theory, and she required me to stop feeding bran. Just like that. There and then. On a yard of hunters, broodmares, youngsters and ponies, all of whom to some degree or another, had bran in their diet.
Obviously I did move fairly soon after that, but now I feed bran at every reasonable opportunity, and glower darkly at anyone who disses it. I know. It's childish. But that's how I am.
Another, 'remember when' - remember when horsemen fed 'by eye' and balanced such things from knowledge of the theory, and the feel of the horse's back?
 
we used to have loads of lessons bareback, and ride bareback to the fields in summer, all these supplements and horses/ponies were hardly ever ill, can i join your gang too pleeeeeese.
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Cor the Dandy Brush, Bran Mash and Hacking to Rallies Nostalgia Clique is going to be jolly smashing. Shall we crack open some ginger beer?!
(with as my daughters, who know just about every word of 'Jill' would say, 'Two kinds of jam, and three kinds of cake - a smashing tea!')
 
*Waving application form* Can I join too, please?

Ponies and children were inseparable in the 60s/70s. We did everything together - away from dawn till dusk weekends and holidays, jumped everything in sight, fell off, got back on (no mobile phones!), tied ponies by their reins to trees and fences, rode bareback in the river, shared our picnics with them ...

The ponies were rarely lame (any leg problems got a liberal application of Bone Radiol), and I remember only one colic, and one sad death from grass sickness. I'm not sure they were even vaccinated or wormed regularly. They got bran and oats or pony nuts, and my mother boiled up linseed for my pony who was a poor doer and had a dull coat (not for long!).

One saddle did several animals, maybe with a change of saddle cloth to improve the fit! Bits were snaffle, pelham or kimblewick.

What's changed? Health and Safety and the arrival of the litigious society. Plus a large dose of keeping up with the Joneses, and spoiled children getting what they want without deserving it or being ready for it.
 
I was inconsolable when Mumsie told me that 'I Wanted A Pony' was not written in the 1980s - therefore no-one would sell me a pony for £50, I would NOT get a saddle for a tenner and a bridle for a fiver and NO ONE was going to knock up a stable in the back garden for said £50 pony.

So much false hope. Sniff. And this from the woman who modelled her life around "Three Ponies and Shannan".
 
I'm old enough to have ridden as a child in the '70s too so please may I join?

I remember with fondness being made to jump stone walls and numerous drop fences because that was what I would meet when out hunting. I never actually went hunting but I had to be prepared obviously!

I remember with less affection the horrible long, smelly, beige rubberised coat that I used to have to wear when it was raining. My Mum seemed very cross when I fell off over a jump one day and landed in a pile of mud. It took me ages to get up because the stupid coat had leg straps (!) and Mum never did manage to get all the stains out.
 
OK Who remembers the cheap and cheerful jodhs and hacking jackets (well, I mean cheap to the gels at the rayding school - a small fortune in pocket money) advertised under the edifying brand name of 'Pat' ? Quarter page black and white ad - mail order only! I eventually got the hacking jacket in 'lovat' and I had no idea what lovat was! I actually tried to knit myself some 'string gloves' with crochet cotton!!!
I think they sold those blasted riding macs as well. I managed to avoid them by a subtle combination of poverty and getting wet!
 
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I was inconsolable when Mumsie told me that 'I Wanted A Pony' was not written in the 1980s - therefore no-one would sell me a pony for £50, I would NOT get a saddle for a tenner and a bridle for a fiver and NO ONE was going to knock up a stable in the back garden for said £50 pony.


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That was what I got told too!

I ended up riding anything i could get my little hands on.... and I inherited one of those rain coats!!!!!!!!
 
Please can I join too?! Used to love the smell of linseed cooking, and was actually quite proud when I got my riding mac, even though I could hardly move in it. At the age of about 10 a friend and I used to disappear for the day on our ponies, taking a packed lunch. We used to take swimsuits and swim in the river with the ponies too, not sure if it was warmer then or we were just tougher. We also hacked abut 10 miles to a show, in the suburbs of Manchester compete all day and then hack home. Never seemed to do the ponies or us any harm. My daughter was 14 before I would let her hack out alone, and then I had to know where she was going and when she would be back, and had to have mobile phone with her. I definitely think we had more fun in the "old days".
 
I think my Mummy thought that the stinky, expensive, beige macs were de rigeur! How wrong she was. I seem to remember it weighed a ton and was more like long version of a straitjacket. It's no wonder that I now have a cloakroom full of Puffa and Musto jackets after being scarred for life by that dreaded mac!
 
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I was inconsolable when Mumsie told me that 'I Wanted A Pony' was not written in the 1980s - therefore no-one would sell me a pony for £50, I would NOT get a saddle for a tenner and a bridle for a fiver and NO ONE was going to knock up a stable in the back garden for said £50 pony.

So much false hope. Sniff. And this from the woman who modelled her life around "Three Ponies and Shannan".

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Somewhat like the response I got when I said if we were so darn poor, why didn't we move to a little cottage in the country, with an orchard and a stable cunningly disguised as a shed, and buy a pony off a friendly farmer for twelve quid, I imagine ....

C'mon folks, let's see those signatures gathering ...
 
Can I join in too, I had the mac and the rubber boots and the nylon jods and the cork hat with the elastic for under your chin.
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Our riding teacher made us all ride for hours without stirrups, there was always a battle for who would ride the ponies bareback down to the field. We could all do round the world and all the other exercises and insisted on going for lessons whatever the weather, including snow!
 
Me,me,me,me!

See, I even remember the name - JAKATEX - how anal is that? Yes, I had some too; we all saved up and bought different bits of kit each and then we'd pool it for whoever needed it most, say for a show or rally. Took me two years to save up for jodh boots, had to make do with school shoes cos my heroes AKA the Pony Club A's would only use elastic sided ones and they were a pound dearer!
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Oh, we were classy!
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I got given one of THE macs, thought I had died and gone to heaven, didn't matter that it leaked a bit so was only any good in the wind!
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Somewhat like the response I got when I said if we were so darn poor, why didn't we move to a little cottage in the country, with an orchard and a stable cunningly disguised as a shed, and buy a pony off a friendly farmer for twelve quid, I imagine ....



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Sounds like Fly-By-Night to me!
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Anyone read Prize Pony about a girl winning one in a raffle for sixpence and she lived in London? Guess who kept on badgering the church to get a pony for their raffle!?
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Me,me,me,me!

See, I even remember the name - JAKATEX - how anal is that?

I got given one of THE macs, thought I had died and gone to heaven, didn't matter that it leaked a bit so was only any good in the wind!
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JAKATEX as I live and breathe! (Unlike the mac!) oh my goodness, memory lane!!!

Do you think we were like, actually damaged?

I rode originally inylon 'trews' and (wince) WHITE 'fashion' boots (I knew no better!) - then my mother bought, second hand, or was given some old jodhs, which were thick cavalry twill, buttoned up both sides and had huge 'wings' which I thought were OK, thanks to Ruby Ferguson!
Eventually, the Proprietor of the Riding School, who was PURE Mrs Darcy, took my Papa aside and said it really wouldn't do. At which point they took me to a smart saddlers to buy jodhpurs and I think they may have had to sell my Grandmother at that point. Then we discovered Jakatex, and my birthday money was gone before you could say 'lovat herringbone'.
This is before we get on to the saga of me pretty much forcing them to buy me a pony, and the resulting sixty quid three year old, and the bright orange indian tack, but we do have a weekend to get on with, so perhaps we'll save that for another day!
Oh yes. Nickel bits, nylon plaited reins ... I bear the scars to this day .....
 
Jakataex - that was it. And I remember on more than one occasion buying raffle tickets to win a pony
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When I eventually got a pony (and yes he was £50) he was bought a new bridle and I rode in it for ages with it stiff as a board and that lovely orange colour. I was mortified when the YO treated it with neatsfoot oil to soften it up and of course made it darker
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And the cavalry twill jodhs - I could go on for ever, the nostalgia.
 
I was riding way back in the 60's! All children seemed to start off on a shetland (black) and the saddle was usually a felt one with a leather handle in front and safety stirrups. One off the lead rope the next step up to becoming a seasoned rider was the Welsh Sec B or C wearing a REAL saddle complete with string girth (white) the under side of saddles was linen and had to be kept clean so saddle cloths were a god send-no numnahs in my day
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. The medicine cupboard contained epsom Salts, electuary with wooden spoon to smear it on the back of tongue, tincture of iodine, Bone Radiol, Green Oils, tweezers, bandages with tapes (no velcro) cotton for under said bandages, Friars Balsam and zinc ointment. Syringes were glass and the needles were huge and had to be boiled after use(no mono use then-human included). Hay nets were hairy and tarred to make them last longer and grooming kit was the basics and applied with lots of elbow grease. Wisps were made from hay and horses were strapped daily. Bedding was straw and feed was barley, linseed, oats, maize, beans and bran ( add lime stone )and treacle for fussy eaters. I can remember when Spillars first brought out 'Pony Cubes, but then; I can remember steam trains
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The world was a better place and horses were treated as horses and were not kept to 'keep up with the Joneses'. There were nowhere near as many around and neglect was so rare that it was almost never heard of. I prefer how it was as to how it is
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Oh so remember this my sister and I whiled away hours building straw bale cross country courses when the wheat was harvested and then getting a sound telling off for taking down the neatly staked piles! (when bales were not stupid supersize)Making our own handy pony courses and feeling rather swanky when we were allowed to have low trace clips for our hairy ponies in winter. Jute rugs and blankets and New Zealands which slipped so much that ponies shuffled in at night! Jumping grids bareback with hands on head singing rhymes and hats with elastic. I could also go on and on ..... and feel the need to be admited to the clique please
 
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then my mother bought, second hand, or was given some old jodhs, which were thick cavalry twill, buttoned up both sides and had huge 'wings' which I thought were OK, thanks to Ruby Ferguson!

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Oh, I had a pair just like that! With suede knee patches ... and a Jakatex mac that could stand up on its own. And brown leather jod boots with straps that were unbelievably uncomfortable. And the cork hat that went grey and soft with a floppy peak and chewed elastic ... and a secondhand lovat tweed hacking jacket with a moth-eaten lining ...

And one Christmas I got a brand new cavesson noseband for my pony that in no way matched the rest of my bridle but I didn't care. And how I saved and saved for years to buy a Springtree saddle - but never got there before we had to sell the pony.

What a lovely memory-jerking thread!
 
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