He told me stories of how Jackie liked to ride her horses. Until they bought their own place, she would go to camp david. She was pissed when any of the sailors would look at her on horseback. They mounted a large bell on top of the barn. They would ring it when she left the barn and all eyes would turn away and remain there until the all clear bell was rung. On Sunday's Jack would let the secrect service me use it for recreation. That REALLY pissed her off. One time she demanded to be flown out there on a Sunday when all the staff had been given the day off. My friend was the only one who could saddle a horse so he got the job. He was holding the briddle in front of the horse when the first lady pranced out in her habbit and asked for a hand up. None of the others knew what she was talking about. After dog cussing a big marine, he did the only thing he knew to do, he gently grasped her around the waist and set her on the horse. She began to curse like a sailor and frail everyone in sight with her crop. My friend just held on the the raines and stayed in front of the horse's head out of whip range. And to think that so many women of the day felt that that spoiled bitch hung the mooon.
