Dear Friends,
For as long as I can remember, I've loved a horse and a horse show.
After Daddy died when I was nine, horses provided my safe, happy place. Wherever they were, I could find peace and strength. I was never happier than at a horse show.
Thank God for my Aunt Carolyn,
who shared her horses with me. She and I still share a bond that defies explanation to non-horse lovers.
Growing up, we didn't have fancy, fine horses. And heaven knows we didn't have expensive horses on her school teacher's salary. But that didn't matter.
I can remember sitting up late at night at those early horse shows and watching the "big" horse trainers work their incredible animals. I was mesmerized. I grew up and married one of those trainers. I've teased, admittedly only half-heartedly, that I married Cash to get his horses.
If you've never been to a horse show, you owe it to yourself to come. There is something so deeply-stirring watching a 1,000-pound animal majestically command the attention of hundreds of admirers. You'll be electrified. You'll be mesmerized. And you might just be hooked on this sport we call horse showing.
Parker
Pictures to the right: from the Blowing Rock Show. Thank you so much to our wonderful and talented photographers. You can find more pictures from the Blowing Rock Show -- and many others -- on our Shutterfly picture page (see below).
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