**NEW VIRTUAL EXHIBIT

Written and told by Helen Kavanaugh Tobbe (1905-2002) and transcribed by her youngest child, Kate Tobbe Ptak.

When I was a freshman in high school, I had been horseback riding with a friend a few times and really enjoyed it.  A friend of the family, Mr. Carroll, had a horse and was looking for someone to exercise it.  WP Worked out an arrangement with Mr. Carroll so I could ride his horse.  The horse would be brought to our house, already saddled.  One day, WP looked over the horse as usual, before letting me ride.  He didn't think the saddle was on right, so he adjusted it.  I then got on the horse and went off riding with my friend Margaret, whose father was a milkman.  We were enjoying a good ride and decided to ride over by the cemetery along a gravel path.  Margaret suddenly decided to giver her horse a good run, and aa stone from the path must have hit my horse, for it suddenly bolted.  The horse took off down a paved road, the saddle slipped, I fell onto the concrete, and that's how I broke my shoulder.