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| The cover of one of Jody's Journals gifted from Pete |
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| Pete wrote this quote in the front of a journal he gifted to Jody. |
June 4, 2018, I posted the very first Milliron Monday. Hard to believe that since then, 363 posts have followed—seven-plus years of stories, memories.
In 2025, we read Jody’s Journals from 1974 through 1985. During those years, Jody rode nearly every single day—sometimes more than once. Junie was her steady ride and the horse she welcomed visitors to ride. And Milliron had many visitors. People drifted in and out, drawn by something unseen, but felt.
There was a sense of magic there, a kind of golden-hour glow. That’s why so many people described Milliron as “Camelot.” Not in the literal, medieval sense, but in the way it seemed to exist slightly outside of time—full of camaraderie, purpose, and a shared belief that life could be beautiful and meaningful if you were willing to work for it.
Visitors felt it in the clinic and barns, in the laughter around the kitchen table, in the love of the animals. They believed they were witnessing something rare: a place where people and animals lived as friends, where dogs were treated like people and horses were... paramount. Milliron wasn’t perfect, of course—but to those who passed through, it felt right. Their own version of Camelot; peacocks, steeds, forests, hounds, winding trails and meadows.
Next week, we return to Jody’s Journals—1986. How many new insights about Milliron Farm and Clinic will we uncover in 2026? I don't know, but I'm excited to find out.
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