olden days
Passier was being imported by Paul Lober, Chicago Mercedes dealer, who would fill his vehicles with new and used saddles when they came over. I bought a used one, and still have it. They really hadn’t invented goosenecks until a few years later. Hartman had one and it was ugly. How did we stuff our big horses into all those little Miley trailers? Only farmers had pickup trucks. We used station wagons. Tube worming took a whole day at the barn. Geesch. But boy did we have fun just riding and fox hunting.
Arthur “Pops” Konyot was instrumental in working with the newly imported Lippizans at Temple Smiths. That man could make horses sing and dance and count out your change. Anybody ever see the exhibitions he used to do with the white Arabian stallion, think it was Kamlah? He was totally dressed in white and the spot light would follow him around a darkened arena. WOW. There was a book about his life titled “the White Rider.” He used to do demos with Arthur Godfrey’s palomino horse too.
The good old days before we had to grow up and earn an living.