Originally posted by t8ksilk:
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><div class=“ip-ubbcode-quote-title”>quote:</div><div class=“ip-ubbcode-quote-content”>Originally posted by Snowbird:
OH! my t8ksilk; There was a day. I was a teenage rider never went to a show and then with the help of Max Palmer I bought the old Montclair Stable in 1971 at the jolly age of 42 and started Suburban Essex as a tradition. We started showing and running shows and they were so pleasant. Trailers parked on Woodland Avenue and the neighbors loved us there.
Just think of this concept. At A shows they only ran the A-Rated Divisions therefore everyone else went to Local,C or B Rated Shows. My only previous show experience was on the parents committee at the old Junior Essex Troop Horse show. Just imagine everyone had to practically swim their horse across the brook in chest high water just to get to the grass outside course which was uphill and down hill over rolling knolls.
Just imagine everyone arriving at a show by 7:30 AM and knowing they would probably be in the last classes as well. We had canopies for all trailers large and small came with lovely tables set with dishes and glasses for breakfast and lunch. Flowers on the tables and chairs for everyone between classes shaded by the awning from the sun and kept dry there in the rain. That was when I discovered that children didn’t melt if you left them out in the rain.
Kids played games in the back of the parking area and parents swilled old fashions or vodka/tonic and chips n’ dip while they cooked or prepared fresh sandwiches (finger cut size). It was a wonderful family day out away from home usually on someone’s lovely fields.Imagine no cell phones…rarely even a land line. A small generator for the PA System but no night lights. If the show ran late we parked the cars around the rings for light.
When you asked someone whee they were going the next day or the next week it was “you bring the burgers and I’ll bring the beer”.
Believe me there was a time not that long ago when a horse show was rather like a block party. BUT if you were rude to the secretary you didn’t get an invitation. Show secretaries were treated kindly and bribed with home made cookies and cakes. It was not just in my dreams it was for real. All the Medal and Maclay riders became friends and cheered each other on. They all celebrated whoever won the blue for the day. Everyone who won their quota of blues got to show at least once in Madison Square Garden and the Medal Finals. Local shows meant something because you could have a Medal Class at them that would count. It was really hard to find a Medal Class with less than 20 in it. That’s how I met Jonathan Soresi.
I can remember at winter shows when if the show finished early the trainers sat around playing cards because if they got home too early they might be compelled muck stalls. Nobody scratched when it rained; it was a training opportunity, no body stayed home if it snowed because there wasn’t anything better to do if it snowed.
I can remember 300 kids running around the streets of Mahattan all night waiting to show a 5 AM with no schooling in Madison Square Garden. “AND IT WAS FUN!” I remember lunging our equitation horse on the sidewalk in front of the felt forum.
The horses were sparkling clean and braided BY THE RIDERS. What a concept?
Funny, I was there too and don’t remember it entirely the way you do. Yes, we all had fun but there was always an underlying current of not being good enough; having temper tantrums when the ride didn’t go as expected; challenges to the height of a pony owned by a young woman who just wanted to display the work she had put into the animal, when that pony was in the same class as someone’s daughter’s pony; huge amounts of money (by that day’s standard) paid for a horse for a girl to ride Medal/McClay and it happening that the horse couldn’t be ridden two feet without it rearing on the girl; kids getting drunk and stupid in the barn and at shows or show parties partly due to the pressure to win and partly due to the lack of parental supervision; other rumored antics between trainers and students; the list is endless. At the time, it was all fun but looking back on it, it seemed that the need to win took precedence over sportsmanship and good sense. Some of those kids were my friends and I’ll bet a dollar to a donut that most of them don’t ride anymore. And that’s the shame of it because it should be a sport that one can enjoy for a lifetime or at least long after aging out of the “juniors”. Your kids were given a legacy, most aren’t so lucky. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>
I just read this post and it seems more jaded than I meant it to be. My experience during that time kept me riding. It was the best time of my life despite all the stuff going on. Now I’m 30 some years older and still going, though I wonder why when the weather is cold and wet (have to say I stay in rather than go to the barn, most of the cold season). I have a wonderful horse, a great trainer, and still have the dream of “making it” most of the time. However, I have learned to put good sense before desire to win; have learned that my horse is a living, breathing being and more than a means to my end; and that there is a life with horses beyond showing, even though it’s fun and exciting. So, Snowbird, you did provide that “feel good” opportunity for those that wanted it, even if there were (and are) negative factors at work.