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provide pleasure not only for villagers but for visitors as well. There is a lot to be proud of in this village. But back to the Quarter horses and another thought of Saturdlay. As 1 draped myself over the rail to watch the competition 1 was quiet taken-aback with these Quarter horses. After al a Quarter horse in my mind was a spirited animal with hcad held high, tumning up thie turf rounding memonies of the Forrester's entry into the equestian world with the purchase of a "plow-like" horse, Brigette, from Harold Hooey. it was for the kids, great for the kids. 0f course they would look after the animal. What an ideal dreani that was. The horse was stabled in a ban that was at the back of the printing office some 35 years ago. Equipped with a saddle, harness and a cutter we were ail set. With littie snow ploughing and sanding of roads the cuttering was great but this saddle business was only tried once and that was enough as far as 1 was concerned. It didn't take long to realize that Brigette knew more than it let on and it was always ready to make a bee-line back to the stable. Just turn your back and off it went. Such was the case with Sharon Simpson when the hiorse seized the opportunity to, gallop back to the stable fromn the faîrgrounds with Sharon riding hare-hack. No regard for the Stop sign at Main Street. What a number of anxious