By Elizabeth Loftin
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I was eight years old the first time I met Carol in the ‘60s. She was a tall, beautiful girl with dark hair and blue eyes, leading a snow white mare named Shady Lady. I kept watching Shady grow and grow until one day I announced to Carol, “Shady Lady is going to have a baby.”
“Awh,” said Carol. “Shady’s not going to have a baby; she’s just bigger than your pony.”
“Nope, she’s gonna have a foal,” I repeated. Carol just grinned.
A few months passed and sure ‘nuff, here comes Carol running up the dirt road to our house in Beaufort as fast as her long legs could carry her. She hit our back porch out of breath and exclaimed, “Shady Lady’s had a baby, Shady’s had a baby!”
I grinned from ear to ear and said, “I told ya so!”
That day, a dream was born in the shape of a tiny appaloosa named Surprise Package. A lot of time has passed since then. My friend Carol and I have grown up. We’ve had our own children and have owned many horses since Shady Lady and Surprise. But one thing that’s never changed is Carol’s dream of owning an appaloosa farm. A few years back, Carol and her husband Larry (they are members of Carteret-Craven Electric Cooperative) made their wishes into realities with their “Dream Come True Appaloosa Farm.”
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