Robin and her husband Bill owned it and only sold the lower farm and moved to nearby acreage a very few years ago. Bill passed away in 2010. A finer gentleman God never made. I believe the upper farm is still owned by Robin and leased out.
and here: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/dailyprogress/Obituary.aspx?pid=142738186#fbLoggedOut
The first article has a typo of Charlottesville, NC instead of Charlottesville, VA.
<waves hand> I have one!!
My mare is a Hungarian Felver – she is from the Cooksley Ranch bloodlines, crossed with Wineglass Farm’s Shagya stallion, *Budapest.
Nicest horse I’ve ever had the privilege to have – I hesitate to say “own” because I think she owns me. :lol:
If anyone is interested in them, Wineglass Farm in IL has some lovely young stock, including a full sibling to my mare. 
She came with a copy of The Heavenly Horses Her breeder is most interested in making sure that anyone who has one, knows their history.
And, as Linda reminds me often, those Hungarian horses have a very strange sense of humor and are very bright. :winkgrin: :eek:
Delightful breed – I cannot recommend them highly enough!
Libby & H. Wineglass Shiraz
Congrats, Bensmom, you are very fortunate!
A typical example of their sense of humor and how their mind works:
When we got Io, the very first ride after she arrived in PA was in a large indoor arena. My teenage daughter was up and as they were cantering down the center line Io was swapping leads, doing lovely one-tempi, two-tempi changes, skipping down the arena. What the heck? DD was at that time in no way doing changes like this and Io wasn’t a trained dressage horse (she evented, but not that high level). What? What?! Suddenly DD bursts out laughing; I say what’s happening? what’s going on? and daughter says, “She’s LAUGHING at me!” She’s saying, every tiny shift/cue/whatever you make I’m going to respond to it. You think you can ride? You’d better know what you’re doing.
And she was that way always. I could get on her and she’d plod around like a packer. She knew I needed babysitting so she babysat. But she taught DD a tremendous amount. Made her work for every single thing, but then, when you got it and did it correctly, she was fabulous.
If you could ride, really ride, she was great. If you couldn’t ride worth a crap and were honest about it, she took wonderful care of you and did what was right even if your cues were nonexistent or downright horrible. If you THOUGHT you were a rider but you weren’t, look out. She would never do anything bad - rear, bolt, shy, - nothing. She would merely do EXACTLY what your cues told her, even if they were the tiniest weight shift cues.
I remember once at a Pony Club C-3 rating, during the horse switch, the examiner called out to the candidate, who was really a good rider and had done awesomely on her own horse, “that mare is making a liar out of you!” IOW, suddenly the rider didn’t look so good. To her great credit, she pulled herself together and rode like she really did know how to ride and they did great. That girl showed that although her own horse was push-button, she had the skills to ride the non-pushbutton horse.
Awww, sorry…I could talk about her all day. An awesome, awesome breed.
To Niece of Countess Judith Gyurky: Kap
Kap, if you get this message, please respond. I am writing a book for Merrie-Woode Camp in Sapphire, NC. Your Aunt Judith used to bring her horses there in the summers and the campers rode them. She oversaw their equestrian program for years. I’d love to talk with you about the project. Thanks and best wishes! Laurie Shock
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