Showing posts with label Morgan Horse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morgan Horse. Show all posts

Monday, August 20, 2012

Vermont of Yesteryear is Waiting For You

It was a time to enjoy a slower pace, my annual trip to Vermont. The many iconic images of Vermont were revival for the senses, Granite,  the Sugar Maple, the Morgan horse, Green Mountains and country stores. It is here on roads that wander between mountain and valley that I recharged my battery over a work weekend that felt just a bit like vacation.

     How could I not feel recharged when announcing at the Lippitt Country Show an exhibition of Morgan Horses all carrying the bloodlines of Vermont's own Justin Morgan.

                                                                www.lippittclub.net

    These classic Morgan horses showed off their versatility and style on the Tunbridge Fairgrounds to an appreciative audience. It was a little like watching history, the horses, carriages, drivers and riders hearkening back to a day when Vermont's roads were clogged by such images.The Morgan Horse is known as the "Pride and Product of America" this was a breed developed right here, to suit the needs of a fledgling America.

   A whinny echoed back from the mountains and could have been the voice of the ancestors approval. Children were laughing and playing, some galloped by mounted on broomstick horses, others showed a skill beyond their years as they entered the ring on their beloved Lippitt Morgan horses. The older generations reminisced about long gone but not forgotten stallions, mares and breed aficionados. Families rallied to  act as pit crew and keep competitors in the ring with  all the correct accoutrement's of the discipline.  It was as it should be, Morgan horses with families and friends in spirited competition and appreciation.
This is a place where old friends meet once more and new friends are made. Visitors to the show came from all over the Northeast, but hats off to those who travelled in for the show from California, Virginia and Washington state!   Here Storybook Salute Vermont keeps an eye on the judge as she undergoes inspection in a mare class. I watched with rapt attention as this mare is one I delivered into the world from her mother's womb.

This is a place of timeless images and future dreams. Randallane Exclamation with driver Dave Godding of Woodbine Farm in Winchester, CT.  trots along, is this 2012 or 1812,  only the light poles and aluminum gate in the background can give away the era.  Dreaming of  creating this image for oneself and shopping the bloodlines for future foals Morgan horse lovers peruse the stallion class to find a match for a mare, invest in the dream and slip into a time warp as welcome as Vermont can make it.

   The Lippitt Club is reaching out to new and old friends of the Lippitt Morgan on their facebook page come over and visit and ": https://www.facebook.com/mobileprotection#!/LippittClubMorganHorse

Here is a previous blog with background of my love of Lippitt Morgans.
http://www.carolynstearnsstoryteller.blogspot.com/2011/08/1-author-3-horses-thoroughbredslippitt.html



Friday, November 11, 2011

Weather Vanes Series; Point to Stories Part 1

       I love weather vanes. They show you a little about the place or people that live and work below their direction. They  are steady and withstand storms and always helping show the way of the wind. They are whimsical and historical and creative and simple all in one.
                                                                       
My favorite weather vane adorns the top of Whitney Hall .at the University of Connecticut. On this day the wise owls are pointing to the College of Agriculture and the Second Congregational Church whose weather vane is equally beautiful.
                                                                   
Let this weather vane point you in the direction of some great stories, here are owl story links to go with it:
Incredible Story from Simon and Schuster books watch the video on the site:

www.wesleytheowl.com

more: www.owlpages.com/articles.php?section=Owl+Stories

No Owl Section would be complete without a spot dedicated to Jane Yolen's, Owl Moon!

                                                                     

Here is the Second Congregational Church and although you can't quite make out the weather vane I love how the steeple is lighted. The vane is  gilded  and  has been a landmark in town and on the campus of the University of Connecticut since its construction.
                                                                    


The Historic Congregational Church at Lebanon, CT sports this artistic gilded weather vane.

Some links to stories of and about church:
 First Church of Christ Mansfield Center UCC, will soon host a special storytelling event "The Gospel of Mark Alive" presented by Storyteller Rev. Bert Marshall  November 27 at 2 p.m. You can see a blog post about the event at:
www.carolynstearnsstoryteller.blogspot.com/2011/11/gospel-of-mark-alive-storyteller-rev.html

Need a laugh here are some humorous stories with a church theme I recommend the
 Story of the Two Little Boys!
www.gatewaytojesus.com/humorouschurchstories.html

Hear Jonah's Tale on You-Tube:

Another Lebanon, CT. weather vane from the top of the Town Hall of an early sulky racer. These weather vanes were pattered after the images of Blackhawk a famous Morgan Horse Stallion. 

Lore of Blackhawk:
www.morganhorse.com/about_the_morgan/photo_archive/black_hawk

www.morganmuseum.org/html/amhistory.html

This was really a form of early advertising  of his racing record and his record as a breeding stallion. Certainly putting this atop your barn in that day was a proclamation to high quality stock below!

The weathervanes of the era are  highly sought after early American Folk Art check out this sale of a Blackhawk vane at the famous Christie's in  2002, can you believe $14,100.00! See it here:

www.christies.com/LotFinder/lot_details.aspx?intObjectID=3859833

This is part 1 of the Weather Vane Series, I will post more vanes which will point you to more fun and enlightening resources. Look for those posts in coming days and weeks. Subscribe or follow to be sure not to miss a single weather vanes post.

Blacksmiths and Artisans made the weather vanes of yesteryear here is a post with links to the Blacksmith trade and stories;
www.carolynstearnsstoryteller.blogspot.com/2011/08/village-smithy.html

Hope you have had fun wandering my resource collection if you liked something share it with a friend please.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

1 Author, 3 Horses, Thoroughbreds,Lippitt Morgans and Me

Tonight I was watching the Saratoga Yearling Sales Streaming Live from www.fasigtipton.com  I have, since childhood wanted to see the sales at Saratoga. Those days I wore a thin path through the commercial carpet in the school library to the shelves that held the collection of books by C.W.Anderson. Weekly I walked over to carefully select a favorite that would be my companion for the week.

C.W.Anderson wrote so you felt you were right there, including his writing about the yearling sales. His lessons  embedded in the text are on grooming, handling, health issues, rearing colts and more, all were taught in a simple natural way. His equine art was exquisite and precise, yet warm and soft on the eye, I was in love!
                                                                     

Here are some C.W.Anderson resources:
Author page at : www.equitainment.com.aufactsheet.asp?ID=48

Art For Sale or View: www.encore-editions.com/categories/horse-sketches-c-w-anderson

Buy His Books: www.amazon.com/c.-w.-anderson/eB001HCUBMM


It was the beginning of a new story that continues with a new chapter next weekend. If before I could read I liked horses, once the books were in my hands the love affair began in earnest. I read other authors as well I loved them all. Will James and so many more, if there was a horse or pony on the cover my nose would be buried in it. I read Justin Morgan Had A Horse and that was prophetic.

Christmas Day 1974 a black Morgan mare was in the back yard. She was decorated with icicles and happy eating her hay. I didn't feel the cold or snow and ice I just wanted to stand out there in disbelief that this was MY horse. Cindy was with me from that Christmas Day until 2002, what a gift! A new love affair began with Morgan Horses, which continues today.

I leased a look alike mare to my Cindy for breeding purposes, her name was Ryegate Bridget. She is a Lippitt Morgan ( the old blood lines preserved in this group of Morgans) I was hoping for another black mare and she was bred and the long wait ensued. Wait and wait and wait, she drew out the suspense into the 12th month. I was sleeping in the barn my eye easily checking her through a knot hole on the final night. The foal was coming. I ran and got my children we ran into the barn just in time to sit with her and watch the foal enter the world. I got my filly, but as she dried we realized she was bright pumpkin orange. Her color subdued as she shed the foal coat into a lovely chestnut. I gave her the name Storybook Salute Vermont. A homage to her lineage of Vermont Morgans and to C.W.Anderson and my favorite book Salute!

This spring Salute ( with new owner Dave Godding [CT] calling her Sally) delivered a beauty of a colt, Hail Vermont. The tradition continues.
                                                                         


The Lippitt Morgans will be strutting their stuff and showing their beauty and courage in the ring at the Lippitt Country Show Aug 20-21 in Tunbridge Vermont. I can't wait to get there and sit in the shadow of the Green Mountains watching these magnificent Morgans. www.lippittclub.net  Just sitting here dreaming about next week I had to look back at my videos , join me:
                                                                         
                         

Last Year at the show they introduced a new drill team this is the video I took of that performance - all Lippitt Morgans!
                                                                         
Pinch Me, I think I'm dreaming when I get to be the show announcer and see the beauty and majesty of the Morgan Horse on this historic show grounds where on the perfect day you can hear their ancestors thunder over the Green Mountains and on into greener pastures.
                                                            storyteller -announcer
                                                www.carolynstearnsstoryteller.com

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Dedication -Insane Part 2


Panic isnt pretty but there was no one to witness and if I lost it now we might lose Daybreak forever. A deep breath and I pulled the cell phone from my pocket. I called the farms owners we needed help and they needed to know where all the little logging roads and inlets went. Roused the said they were on the way to help. Next I dialed 911 and waited, "State Police state your emergency" , "Our horse is missing and he was right near Rte 3, near the exit, can somebody get out there and help look for him before he gets hit and someone gets killed!" There is a pause, Ma'am Tyngsboro police reported a horse loose awhile ago, please hold while I patch you through......" I'm on hold for a police patch through as I walk up the dark dirt road back toward our camp, Im afraid I wont hear the police on the phone my heart is pounding so loud in my ears. "Tyngsboro Police, you're calling about a horse?" "Yes! have you seen him?" " Oh Yea we chased him....for quite a ways" I interrupt, where is he, is he safe?" The police are so calm and I cant stand that they talk slow and methodically, " He was put in a field on______ street, I've never remembered the name of the street, it meant nothing to me. I had never ventured past this farm at the exit from the highway. This I explained to the matter of fact voice slowly speaking on the other end of the line. "We can send a crusier over to show you where, meet them at the pizza place". " What pizza place I've never left the farm here!" Now Im even more anxious we are so close but to what good if I can't find the field. " Wait at the end of the driveway for the crusier to pass and follow him to he location Ma'am" , " I'm going, I have a black truck." I race up the dirt road now and find Tim and my brother and the farms owners. We've got to go now, the police can show us where he is, they caught him. We need to meet them at the end of the drive. My brother looked at me and then back at the horse trailer. It was blocked by another truck whose owners had left for a hotel for the night - great! He assured me they could jockey it out in a few minutes so Tim and I grabbed a lead rope and left in my truck, I spun the gravel in the farm road getting down the hill, I think my son was impressed!


There we sat in the truck at the end of the driveway with my heart pounding and racing and I saw the flashing lights coming. The cruiser flew past and pulled in a bit up the road - it was a pizza place. I pulled up next to his window, "Yes its our horse can you show us where you put him!" Could he hear the panic in my voice, could he see the strain on our faces in the night. Just who did he think pulled out of the farm driveway and followed on his bumper anyway. Away we went taking a couple turns I cant even remember, just thinking all the while, he's this far, he's this far and finally the cruiser pulled over and we right behind him onto the grassy verge of the back road. Thank God Daybreak headed in this direction not the highway. It was very rural, only one house in sight. We jumped out of the Chevy Silverado into the night and met the police officer who sized us up for a brief second, I could almost read his thoughts, middle aged Mom tends towards drama and panic and a big boy, crazy horse people. " So where is he?", I asked scanning the night and seeing nothing that resembled the outline of a horse.


The police officer let out a soft whistle like sound, "some horse he is," and looked inquiringly, "Stallion?" I laughed, "Noooo, it's my sons horse, he's old!" The officer shook his head, like he was thinking we weren't the right people or this wasn't the right horse. He pointed to a bar-way into a field. A farm bar-way with old ageing rails and barbed wire, The border a low stone wall with a strand of barb wire over the top. Typical fencing for dairy cattle, but it was obvious none had lived here this year the grass was waist high. Barb wire is a nightmare for horses if caught they fight, they get torn up in it, there is no end to the adrenaline pumping thoughts that enter my head. " How big is the field?" My inquiry is answered only by a shrug of the shoulders, he comments he will stay there at the roadside and watch the vehicles, I tell him our other truck and trailer will be coming, the farms owner knew where the road was she was to help my brother get the trailer out and come along with him. Tim has a flashlight, I have a squeeze light, one of those little things on the key ring, we are off to find Daybreak. The first thing I notice is a foundation hole from an old barn, it's big. I feel my heart sink, did he come running into the strange field and run right off the edge and plummet to death in the bottom... breathe and look , I send Tim to start off in the other direction so if its bad he doesn't see. Empty, the October air rushes back into my lungs, it's cold. I head off into the dark field as my eyes adjust, now away from the flashing cruiser lights I see how huge the field is 20 acres, maybe more, maybe 40 it slopes down and away in the direction where Tim headed following a path trod down in the tall grass. Could have been deer, could have been horse, could have been bear, Oh God! "Daybreak, here boy, are you out here, come on fellow", I call out, somehow my voice in the night air is reassuring , probably only to me.


I'm getting soaked. This night air is damp and the dew so heavy on the grass it was like it had rained. My feet are already soaked and squishy, I hate wet feet. "Daybreak where are you boy." My mind flip flops between finding Daybreak and how I hate wet feet and being wet in general and I'm pretty much soaked. Thats when I wondered, how many squeezes does a squeeze light have, they are like tootie pops, does anybody really know. As my exhausted mind played out the scenario of the bitty ray of light dieing on me my foot catches a clump of swamp grass and into the swamp I go, wetter now, nice! Daybreak, if I ever find you UGH! That's when I hear a snap, it was quick, was it my imagination? ( click follow to get Fridays installment in your in- box thanks, should be just one more chapter maybe 2 in this true tale)