I remember being called a Florida Cracker because I was born in Miami. Didn’t think much more of the term until I wrote horse stories for The Palm Beach Post and learned about the ranches in the middle of the state that raised cattle, and actually went to a round up at Miss Ida’s in Indiantown.
A Florida Cracker was a cowman who cracked a long whip to herd up the cattle.
There are Cracker horses and cattle, animals that acclimated to wet soggy swampland — that kind of environment isn’t good for animals with hooves, but these horses and cows did just fine here.
I also found out that we have Cracker roses (Florida is not known for that flower) — a little straggelly, but a rose is a rose is a rose.
For more photos, go to my christine davis site and my vacation site.
i’m in the orange shirt with the white helmet on that is amazing!
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It was fun. can’t wait for next year.
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oh my goodness!!
I’m so homesick!
Arizona misses you all xoxoxox-az
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