Master Robert Plough Horse or Race Horse?
[kml_flashembed movie="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dzuRGlmxO4" width="425" height="350" wmode="transparent" /]I want to write tonight about the importance of being a round peg in a round hole. Too many people beat themselves up for things they're not doing. Too often they are being asked to do the impossible. I want to tell you a story that I told the children a few weeks ago in church. Its the story of a racing horse called Master Robert. When my dad was just a young boy he used to look after Master Robert, mainly because he was a horse that had gone lame and was no longer of any use to its owner. As my grandfather was in charge of the animals in the farm, he would let my father ride the lame horse to at least exercise the beast. One day they even tried to yoke the race horse to a Clydesdale horse to pull the plough. Well you can imagine how that went done with Master Robert. He just refused to move. He was bred to race. Finally one day a horse dealer arrived and bought Master Robert for a knock down price. He saw the potential in the animal. If you look at the film you'll see Master Robert winning the Grand National in 1924. He was the real life Sea Biscuit.So the next time your going to write someone off as useless ask yourself if your playing them in the right position. Race horses don't plough and plough horses don't win races. Maybe we all need to bat to our strengths and stop worrying about the things we don't do so well.
Posted By: Lynda Hennell On: 19 Aug 2018 At: 9:30pm
Hello Lee Edge. I have just come across your blog here on italker. I am great neice of Robert Trudgill, my mother’s uncle Bob. I do have a little more information about Bob, unfortunately my main source (his nephew) died a few years ago, so most is committed to my memory and written down in a box file in my loft. This bit of claim to fame has enabled me to research my family tree on my mother’s side as Trudgill is a unique name and easy to track. I have information of Bob’s ancestor’s back to 1750, and they were Suffolk people. Bob is my maternal grandmother’s brother, and all of his siblings lived in the East End of London, my great grandfather moved to London from Suffolk around 1900 and was a horse drawn tram driver. Clearly horses were much in the Suffolk family’s blood. Hope I’m not too late with info for your book!! Thanks for posting.