"Bandit" Breyer/ "Casper" colt

Hmmmm…is it possible that I am re-building my childhood breyer connection? My best friend Lisa and I played with them every day. We would ‘race’ them using dice and the parquet floors in the hallway of one apartment or another, depending on which mom could tolerate us. We wrote newsletters about their wins, and the horses themselves had complicated relationships, with love affairs and long tales of adventure. When one of us got a new horse it was sometimes dubbed a foal of one of the mares. I spent hours pouring over the annual Breyer catalog, and watching every horse race that was televised, absorbing anything ‘horse’ available to me.

When Lisa and I got a little older, we would ride real horses, trail horses, at a nearby stables in Wheaton Regional Park. I used my allowance money. I rode Cheetah, an appy gelding, every other week for a year. I adored him. It was the closest to having a horse of my own that I could get, living in an apartment in suburbia.

The Breyer horses were as real as I thought I would get to owning a horse; that is, until we got the farm. Am I re-producing the Breyer herd? There were 52 of those!

"Banner" Breyer/"Finn" colt

Andalusian Breyer/"Kiona" and "Whisper

"Wings" Breyer/ "Dash" colt