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I am a native of Reno, Nevada and have loved horses since I used to visit and play with a very young horse when I was 6 years old. My sister and I could only watch the yearling, but we talked to it and would watch it play and play as though we were in the field with it.
The horse lived in a field at the end of West 6th Street. The year was 1951, and there has been much change to the area and the field is now known as Keystone Avenue.
My mom could not afford to keep a horse, so I got to go riding when I could afford it at a riding stable. My favorite stable was the Baker Stable on Baker Lane.
Soon after I got a new stepfather who moved me and my family to Oakland, California. It was very busy in Oakland, and I do not remember ever seeing any horses.
I returned to live with my Uncle Frank Burrows, my cousins, and Grandmother. I started to see horses again and felt more at home.
After years of going to school and trying to make a living in the casinos, I discovered my talent for sewing. I would wash and repair horse blankets for barns and stables. Also, I would repair saddles and tack using the skills taught to me by the very talented Bobb Rhodes, who used to design tools for the Tandy Company.
I continued to study at the local Truckee Meadows Community College and the University of Nevada. I got a degree in Business Management from the college, yet it was still a struggle, and I worked for different warehouses. Eventually I was able to fully support myself with the work I had coming in, until the crunch in 2008.
Even though it was hard I worked for construction companies, and went back to repairing horse equipment and making chaps in my spare time. I was in love with the people, the work, and the life.
My Dad and I reunited just after the year 1980. It was through an offer I got in the mail for a book telling the history of the people with the last name of Quam, complete with a crest
The day it came in the mail, I looked in the back of the book where every Quam of America was listed. My grandfather, Paul Dorazio,would tell me about him: that he was remarried, with five or six other children, and that he lived in New York.
I carefully chose a greeting card to send and let him know that I wasn't sure, but I could be his daughter. It was a card with a big rose on the front and talked about love.That Saturday morning, around 10 a.m, I got a call from him. The rest is history.
We took vacation together that fall. He went with me to visit my Grandmother Stella, and she confirmed our bond.
It was through Dad's history, bring raised in South Dakota by a man who broke horses for a living, that I believe somehow miraculously inspired my love for horses.
Soon after my Dad arranged a family reunion in Deadwood, South Dakota. A bunch of us got together and celebrated Grandmother Agnes's birthday. Their love was wonderful. God was very kind to us all and we played and laughed and ventured here and there together for a whole week. And Oh the stories.