I'm getting ready to head out to the funeral of my great-grand-aunt (not exactly sure of how this is termed, but my grandfather's sister). She lived a full, long life. That got me thinking about my grandfather, the one who introduced me to horses before I could walk. I don't remember my first ride on a horse with him, but there is a picture. As a boy in Crab Orchard, Ky., Francis Edmiston...
