Fond Memories

The Stationary Horse 

When I was a child, my grandfather took me, my brother and sister, and cousins to the Park every summer. One evening, he and I sat on a bench near the huge Carousel. While we watched the horses move up and down as they circled in front of us, Poppa pointed out that one white horse on the outer edge of the Carousel stood still. "It's the Stationary Horse" he told me. From that moment on, for whatever reason (perhaps because it was a moment only he and I shared) that Stationary Horse was the only one on which I would ride. Each subsequent visit to the Park included at least one ride on the Carousel, and I would wait patiently until I could ride the white horse that stood absolutely still.

Muriel