Back in the day, my sisters name, Carol Hofmann Thompson, was a household word in the horse show world here and abroad. I have been blessed with many good memories of her and others who have brightened my life. To call this collection a memoir feels a bit too formal and pretentious, so I prefer to say these are a gathering of good old memories of people and events in my life from the fifties to the present day. There was no better decade than the 1950s to grow up in. The war was over, we won, and Eisenhower was our president. No more noble and able a man existed, except possibly Churchill, but he was British and, even then, old. It was a safe world; we never went to bed wondering if wed wake up to World War III. Our parents never worried about where we were, if they even wondered. They knew wed be home at dark for dinner. How different from today! What is most heartening about recollecting these stories, old and new, is that life does indeed go on, and for us horse people, it is the horses who carry us forward.