I have many letters from my daddy, John McBee Ficke, telling Mother he wanted to get me a horse as soon as he returned from World War II. And he did just that. This is several years later, 1951, at 934 West Long in Stephenville, Texas, as Daddy leads my first horse, a Shetland named Dolly, around the back yard. Beside Dolly is one of the many of her foals, name not remembered. She always threw palomino foals, as did my later barrel pony, Sis.