Carl Michael Snyderwine Jr, only son of Carl Michael Snyderwine Sr. and his mother Kathryn McNerney. His funeral was January 4, 2006. Carl's sister Kathryn died in February 2005.
Carl Jr and I (Robert C. Snyderwine) were just a few years apart in age. One of my first recollections of Christmas was visiting at Carl's parents home on Stambaugh Ave in Sharon. He had a toy steam train going around the Christmas tree. I said to myself, (WOW) what a lucky kid. From the 1890's through the 1940's the family of Charles and Elizabeth Knapp Snyderwine were close knit. The family socialized together often. Carl Sr, and brothers Joseph, George and Leo were horse lovers. Joseph had a horse riding club where he had horses and ponies and liveried horses belonging of other people. Later on in the late 1930's and into the 1940's Carl and his family leased the McDowell farm at the southeast corner of US 62 and South Darby Rd. My father and I would often visit the farm on Sunday's and Carl Jr and I rode the ponies. Carl had an eclectic menagarie of farm animals, horses, ponies, pigs, bantam chickens, muscovy ducks (they could fly). The barn itself was huge and appealing to two young boys.
As we became teenagers we were allowed to saddle up two horses and ride north on North Darby Rd which at that time was gravel. As we approached the first house on the right Carl's horse made an abrupt right hand turn, so sudden it threw Carl off the horse and into a giant briar patch. So we had to get Carl out of the briars and chase after the horse. I don't know how we did it, but it was a scary experience. Those horses had a lot of tricks, one of which was holding their stomachs extended. So that when you cinched up the belly strap and mounted the horse he let his belly go and the saddle would slide off. So the procedure was to partially cinch up the strap and then kick him in the belly. If you kicked hard enough he would contract his stomach allowing the rider to cinch up tight. I remembered hunting rabbits with Carl and plinking varmints in and around the barn.
Carl Jr and I (Robert C. Snyderwine) were just a few years apart in age. One of my first recollections of Christmas was visiting at Carl's parents home on Stambaugh Ave in Sharon. He had a toy steam train going around the Christmas tree. I said to myself, (WOW) what a lucky kid. From the 1890's through the 1940's the family of Charles and Elizabeth Knapp Snyderwine were close knit. The family socialized together often. Carl Sr, and brothers Joseph, George and Leo were horse lovers. Joseph had a horse riding club where he had horses and ponies and liveried horses belonging of other people. Later on in the late 1930's and into the 1940's Carl and his family leased the McDowell farm at the southeast corner of US 62 and South Darby Rd. My father and I would often visit the farm on Sunday's and Carl Jr and I rode the ponies. Carl had an eclectic menagarie of farm animals, horses, ponies, pigs, bantam chickens, muscovy ducks (they could fly). The barn itself was huge and appealing to two young boys.
As we became teenagers we were allowed to saddle up two horses and ride north on North Darby Rd which at that time was gravel. As we approached the first house on the right Carl's horse made an abrupt right hand turn, so sudden it threw Carl off the horse and into a giant briar patch. So we had to get Carl out of the briars and chase after the horse. I don't know how we did it, but it was a scary experience. Those horses had a lot of tricks, one of which was holding their stomachs extended. So that when you cinched up the belly strap and mounted the horse he let his belly go and the saddle would slide off. So the procedure was to partially cinch up the strap and then kick him in the belly. If you kicked hard enough he would contract his stomach allowing the rider to cinch up tight. I remembered hunting rabbits with Carl and plinking varmints in and around the barn.
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