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Unit 5 Youth culture

5.6. Text Files

You are going to read the story, “Horses - My Hobby,” written by Anna Martin, in which the author describes her appreciation for horses. Do some pre-reading activities which will help you to understand the story better.

a) Before you read

• Content anticipation

In groups, share your experiences and attitudes to pets. Is spending time with pets great family fun for you? What animals do some of your earliest childhood memories revolve around?

• Language Anticipation

In pairs, think and decide which of the words and word-combinations in the box below can be used to explain why and how they’ve gained a great admiration for horses.

to ride bareback;

to make a good workhorse;

to gallop through the meadows;

to saddle up tight;

to get the horse under control;

to join a local saddle club;

to acquire riding horses;

to go to a horse show;

to pull on the reins.

• Cultural Anticipation

• In small groups, recollect any movies about cowboys you’ve ever seen and say what impression they produced on you.

• Prediction

Look at the pictures and try to predict what the story may be about.

b) While you read

1. Read the story and say:

• what the girl was dreaming about in her childhood;

• what the girl’s first riding experience looked like;

• why she liked horses.

2. Read the following questions and for each choose the correct answer out of the four suggested.

1. What gave the author the opportunity to be around horses much of the time?

a. Her job.

b. Life on a farm.

c. Saturday afternoon matinees.

d. Horse shows.

2. How did the author ride when she was a very young child?

a. At a gallop.

b. Without a saddle.

c. With a bridle.

d. At top speed.

3. What tactics did the author choose one summer evening?

a. Sitting up.

b. Ducking down.

c. Grabbing the pole.

d. Give the horse a couple of kicks.

4. What was special about the author’s Shetland pony?

a. It was too large an animal for a little girl to ride.

b. It couldn’t trot or gallop.

c. It couldn’t stop.

d. It was notoriously stubborn.

5. Which of the horses gave the author’s parents the most terrible scare?

a. Old Midge.

b. Lady.

c. The new small horse.

d. Smokey.

6. In what weekend activities of the local saddle club did the author NOT participate?

a. A weekend camping excursion.

b. A horse show.

c. Riding in barrel races.

d. Working with livestock on ranches.

7. Why did the author have a great admiration for quarter horses?

a. Because of their ability to race very fast.

b. Because they needed persuasion.

c. Because they were funny.

d. Because they were small.

Horses — My Hobby

Some of my earliest childhood memories revolve around horses. Growing up on a farm in North Central Missouri gave me the opportunity to be around horses much of the time. Horses were my favorites of all the farm animals. I daydreamed of living of out West as a cowboy (or maybe a cowboy's sweetheart) where I could ride around all day on my trusty mount. Saturday afternoon matinees at the movies were a joy. I watched the movies starring my favorite actors, Gene Autry, Hopalong Cassidy, the Lone Ranger and later Roy Rogers, and imagined what it would be like to live us I envisioned the characters they portrayed lived. In my mind they loved the beautiful horses they rode. I knew I would have.

As a very young child, almost as soon as I could sit up, my father placed me on your old, gentle gray mare and led her around the barn lot with me holding on to her mane. As I got older he let me ride her alone while he milked the cows.

Old Midge was the family riding mare and not my exclusively. I was so proud when a new foal was born and my father said that one could be mine. It was a pretty little dappled gray colt. I lovingly watched it grow into a beautiful young horse. However, he was not a horse for riding. He was from working horse stock, so he grew up to be too large an animal for a little girl to ride. The only trouble was that he would not make a good workhorse, either, because one winter day, when the ice was on, he broke one of his legs.

About a year later my parents bought me a Shetland pony. He was a beautiful little black pony with white forelocks and a white blaze down his face. He was just the right size for a seven-year-old girl. My relationship with Smokey was one of love-hate. Most of the time I loved him dearly, but he was a Shetland pony and they are notorious for being stubborn. A Shetland can walk, trot or gallop along on their little legs with no problem until they decide to stop. When they stop, they stop and no amount of coaxing by the rider will get them to move. Most of the time I rode Smokey to school and we made it just fine. There were times, though, that he would get about half way up our lane and stop. I kicked and yell: “Get-up! Get-up! ” Sometimes I even carried a switch to give him a few good whacks on the rump. Nothing I did made any difference, so many response was again to shout “Daddy, Daddy, come help me!” My father, being the kind man that he was, in spite of his grumbling, walked up the lane to moving again. Things were fine then for the rest of the trip; he just needed that persuasion.

When I outgrew the little pony, I was presented thought I could handle a saddle so this one came with a bridle, saddle and blanket. It didn't take me long to learn how to gird the saddle up tight enough so that it wouldn't turn sideways while I was riding. Now I felt like a real cowgirl with a real horse and saddle. As soon as Father brought the horse home I wanted to ride. The horse was saddled and I climbed on his back, gave him a couple of kicks, said “get-up” and away we went. He shot up the road with me hanging on for dear life, pulling on the reins and yelling “Whoa! Whoa!” My parents were terrified. They ran into the house and called the neighbors and told them to run out and stop the horse. By the time we reached their house I was beginning to get the horse under control. He calmed down and we walked back to my house. Never again did he give my parents or me a scare like that one. I spent my happy hours on his back visiting my girl friend a few houses away or just riding through the pastures on the farm.

(Adapted from “Life is Never a Bowl of Cherries”, by A. L. Martin)

с) After you read

1. Talk

Talk about what/who can influence your choice of this or that hobby.

2. Conversation

At the end of the story the author asks what seems a rhetorical question, Where can you go when you have had the best and the best is no longer there? In pairs, role-play a conversation with the author giving her a piece of advice as to what to do in such a situation.

3. Discussion

In the whole class, discuss popular leisure patterns in the USA and in your home country with due regard for the personality they are suited for.

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