Today I continue my quest in creating and posting one block a day of the fabulous That Town And Country Quilt by the lovely Susan-Claire Mayfield. This is day three hundred and fifty-two of that project.

This quilt block shows the trailer attached to yesterday's SUV. The trailer is the same tint of green that the SUV was, which is a darker green. On the side is a big logo written in black and white pen (white to highlight the outlines) that shows a horse head and neck and the text, "Crosby Horses • Breeding • Training" There are two sets of wheels on the trailer, despite it's short length, which are black with green axles. There isalso a window on the upper front of the trailer which is a white fabricwith white pen lines showing the reflection.
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Jim Crosby loves his horse trailer almost as much as his new truck. It makes him feel just a little important to pull up in his fancy rig.

Back in the dark ages when I was a little girl, the tack compartment on horse trailers were made a little different. They were like the trunks in old cars. What they had in common was that they closed tight and there was no way out.

Here is the story of The Scariest Day Of My Life.

I was 5 or 6 years old and my little sister was about 3. We were playing out by our old horse trailer. The tack compartment door was open and we were playing house.

Both of us could fit in there and we would pull the door closed but gently so it wouldn’t latch.

Mom was visiting with her sister and couldn’t see us out the window. Something scared us, most likely a big spider because that was a major threat as far as I was concerned. We jumped in the compartment and I slammed the door!

Uh oh! It didn’t take me long to know we were in trouble.

Mom didn’t know where we were and now she’d never find us until it was too late. I found the trailer jack and started beating on the door. Unfortunately, I whacked my sister almost as many times as I hit the door.

Eventually, mom came looking for us. Our toys were outside on the ground and she could hear a plink plink when she walked past. She finally opened the door and we tumbled out.

I’ll never forget her face and the feel of the fresh air hitting my sweaty face.