The Swamp Road Chronicles®
"Horse Sense"
Here is My Story:
My husband and I had a horse farm and
riding stable on Palmer Rd. very near Swamp Road. We had made arrangements with
some of the local landowners to allow our clients to ride across their fields
after harvest was completed. We had our own trails where people could ride, but
people like to ride way out into the countryside, and our trails weren't very
long.
One tract of land we could use required
the riders to cross Swamp Road just north of the creek. The horses always began
to act up when we approached the Old Blackstone place where the killings took
place. The closer we got, the more skittish they became, so we learned to stay
away, you don't want anyone getting thrown from a horse.
One thing that was very unusual was
whenever we and our clients rode near Swamp Road, especially near the
Blackstone place, was that the horses, all of them, would be going along nicely
and then, all of a sudden, for no apparent reason, they would stop. They would
refuse to go forward no matter how much you urged them. They stiffened up and
their ears pointed straight up and their eyes got as wide as they could get. After
a few moments, the horses would relax again and then move on ahead.
I believe that they could see something
that we couldn't see, something that stopped them in their tracks until it
moved away. We riders could never see anything that might have caused it, but
something crossed their path that the horses didn't like. Animals are like
that.
For various health and financial
reasons we sold the farm in 2001 and moved into town. I don't know if anyone
still rides horses around there and has things happen, but we sure did. It was
all very strange and a little frightening.
As submitted by Clara Hawthorne, New
Albany, Ohio December
14, 2022
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