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I had all of the Margarite Henry books, and, of course, all of the Walter Farley books, as well. I ate up TB history. An ex of mine wanted Affirmed to win the triple crown- I wanted Alydar. I still have a framed picture of Alydar in my dining room- galloping at Belmont- that he took for me.
I took over an old farm to lease, and up in the loft there was a treasure trove of old Thoroughbred Record magazines- I have Nasrullahs obituary, and framed all of the covers of the magazines- they line a hallway. There was one of those old white bridles that they used to show the studs in, way back when- I have that around here somewhere. It belonged to a pretty nice horse that the Kelly’s- of NJ track fame- owned.
When I went down to the KY Horse Park for the first time, I was sure that I had found heaven. Man O’ War’s bronze out front- All of the greats that you can learn about there, and I walked the steeplechase course, where Jay Trumps ashes were spread, just to be near that kind of greatness.
I know that we are an odd breed, but then, I don’t understand people who cannot recognize that kind of immortality- the horses who live within us, forever.[/QUOTE]
ARE YOU SERIOUS!!!??
My horse of a lifetime was an Alydar grandson.
A few years ago, I drove by the gates of Calumet - they weren’t doing tours at the time?
And I so very much wanted to see Alydar’s grave. In some weird way, I wanted to stand there and just be thankful he existed so that years later, I was able to have that wonderful friend in my life for 20 years.
I was in MD a few years ago, and stopped by the old Du Pont farm for something and I was driving down the long driveway and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the graveyard.
Kelso, Neartic, Your Host.
I stopped, got out of the car and walked over. When I read the names, well, I cried like a kid. I am still not sure why.
For me, it was hallowed ground.
There has always been something about horses, and for me, particularly thoroughbreds, that has had this, I don’t know, mystical effect on me, for lack of a better word.
asb, sonoma - yes, thank you. It is this thing, I don’t know, but it hits at a very visceral level for me, has since I was a kid.
I am at work now, and on my wall is a painting of the Godolphin Arabian. 
At home, I have a print of Red Rum, Arkle, and Desert Orchid - the title is We Three Kings.
To have had the chance to be in the presence of legends is indeed a gift.
And it is lovely to see all these posts to know that there are people like us out there. 