My daddy has been sharing his stories with us youngsters.  He has been reminiscing about a place called Medicine Springs.  We’ve been instructed this is where our horse ancestors preservation started.

Miles away from any town is where Medicine Springs is located.  There you will find an old, simple, frame house.  The home of my “Poppy,” Gilbert Jones.  A man who dedicated his life to preserving my heritage and breed, the Spanish Colonial Mustang.

My Poppy was born November 10, 1906 on his father’s homestead in Indian Territory, now Oklahoma.  The family began moving west when Gilbert was 7 years old.  As the only child he was taught early on to ride, drive teams and shoot guns.  ‘Old Tough’ was his father’s horse, a black mustang cross, that my Poppy rode.  I like that name, sounds like a horse one can look up to.

Poppy received his first horse when he was 10 years old.  A Coyote Dun colored Indian Territory mustang.  A mare his uncle gave him that he named ‘Susie.’  I’m certain this is one of the original horses in a line of distinguished mustangs!

According to the story, my Poppy’s uncle broke many mustangs.  I don’t comprehend how he did this, however I hope he put them back together!  His uncle passed down his old horse training books and told stories to Poppy.  One was that mustangs and Indian ponies were the world’s best long distance endurance horses.  This makes me curious, I must see how far I can travel.

It is told that over the next several years Poppy’s family had moved west, settling in Seagraves, Texas.  Located on the New Mexico border, this was a new town the Santa Fe Railroad had built a branch to.  At the time this was one of the biggest cattle shipping areas in the United States.  A real “cowboy” town with working ranches and bronc riders.  We should visit there one day.

Seagraves is where my Poppy grew up.  At 17 years old he began collecting the mustang bloodline he brought to Medicine Springs.  He traded a bull for an old mustang stallion.  I’m thinking this was a good trade.  This horse’s name was ‘Grey Eagle.’

Poppy bred ‘Grey Eagle’ and ‘Susie’ which gave him a Palomino filly.  He named her ‘Blondie.’  He said this was one of the finest fillies he had seen.  I bet he would have changed his mind after meeting me.

This was where he began trading for the mustangs.  Searching out the best blood he could find.  This is how our story begins.

I look forward to hearing more stories about my Poppy and his legacy.  I can’t wait to share with you about his relationship with the mustang and his arrival to Medicine Springs.

We will ride again soon,

Much Love, ‘Filly’