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PRINCESS Elizabeth J. Story Senior Third Place Historical Essay I grew up in Mt. Pleasant, Utah, along with my four sisters. Our parents were Farrie and Clarence Jacobson. My father was a farmer and a barn carpenter. He worked on the land in the summer and did carpentry work in the winter. My sisters and I helped with the farming work each summer when there was no school-work to do. Along with cows and horses, my father owned other animals as well. I remember best his horse "Princess," the black mare he rode that was his pride and joy. He also used her as a work horse. She was a black beauty with a white star blaze on her forehead. She was spirited and gallant and somewhat treacherous. She would kick anything or anyone who came upon her suddenly. My sisters and 1 were never allowed to ride her. We had to ride the gentle horses. The original owner said she was too spirited for him, but my father loved this young mare from the moment he saw her He loved to ride her because everyone who saw her admired them. He was so very good to her. As children, we were warned never to get near her when alone. It was the thrill of my young life one day when I was lifted onto Princess in the saddle next to my father, and I smiled when my mother took a photo of us. It was a priceless moment in time for me. At one point in my father's life when he was young, he worked for his brother-in-law, N.S. Larson, in his livery stable. His job was taking care of the horses and also driving the wagons and buggies. My father understood and loved horses. He always treated them with kindness. As the story goes, my father's Hamiltonian breed horse started with a male colt that was given to a young stable worker in Manti. It was told that Brigham Young and his men came to visit 13 |
