Sweet Memories of Vintage Breyer Horses
Not too long ago their was a yard sale and it was time to weed through and thin out the possessions accumulated from a life time. I came to a container carefully packed away by my mother. When I lifted the lid the soft seal gave a gentle pop and I a gasp. Carefully packed amongst the shipping peanuts were beautiful glossy Retired Breyer Horses. I was a child again gently picking up a red roan and cradling him close to my chest. The dappled grey danced in the air until I saw my wrinkled hand so different from the smooth child’s hand I expected to see. Toys today are nothing like these masterpieces. With Breyer Horses a part of your life, your very soul becomes a part of them. My vintage Breyer Horses have found me and are out again sharing the joy of a girl from long ago.
