Since childhood, I’ve held a fascination with horses and credit them for my eventual career as a designer due to the fact that I drew them endlessly. My parents relented to begging and had a pony delivered. It was a dream-come-true. Only the dream pony was not trained and promptly tossed me into the rose bush. A few years later I was astonished to come home to a Palomino gelding. Our hobby farm grew with other horses, a Jersey cow, goats, chickens, and rabbits. I called it heaven. My first job was selling eggs to the neighbors. Then I sold earrings made from my chicken feathers. I taught my fellow classmates to ride and learned how to load calves in a trailer. I was supposed to grow out of it all. But then I came across my last (and best) horse, Chance, purely by accident. Read the story, Chances Are.

Bought as a dusty, wild grey colt, he went on to IAHA regional top 5 in hunt seat and Reserve Championship in Training level dressage, AHSA top 7, IAHA Legion of Honor, USDF Performance certified for Training level, USDF Performance certification for First Level, Qualifications for multi-ABIC/SWDC Championships, SEDA awards, and many nice wins in open dressage competition against warmbloods. When I retired from competitive dressage Chance was scoring in the 60's at 2nd level.

At 18, Chance competed successfully at 4th level with a professional trainer. And in semi-retirement, he took a junior rider to a regional placement in hunt seat amidst some very tough competition. The horse just loved to please and never had a quarrelsome day.

Chance did his share of Leadline classes with my nephew and loved the camera. He was featured in the Southdown's Journal, AHSA's "Dover Adult Amateur" column,
The LSU School of Veterinary Medicine materials, and IAHA's International Arabian magazine.

Everyone wanted Chance as a school horse but he deserved an unfettered retirement in peaceful pastures with few buddies. Chance was the picture of health until diagnosed with carcinogenic melanoma at 25 1/2 years old. In the fall of 2013 he was let go and with him, a very special chapter of my life ended. Chance was a once-in-a-lifetime horse and I feel so very fortunate to have enjoyed his fine company.


When we were cowboys

My first “big” horse “Pal” with brother Hansel on board.


I leased a regional halter mare of Polish/Crabbet/Kellogg lines and bred her to a performance CH overo APHA. I got a nice blend of sire/dam but no spots. (dob 5/28/96) Stella was a lovely black-bay filly with a star, big eye, long hip, and good shoulders and body. She was a kind mare with low/long hunter gaits. I enjoyed getting her under saddle but at 14.2 hands, she was a bit short for me. After giving us 2 lovely foals, she went on to a wonderful sport horse career with a junior rider.


Stella bred to Swedish/US Nat’l CH *Aladdinn son, Maxwell nh, produced “Luna” in 2002. Pretty, sound, and very athletic, this sport horse potential mare was sold to Judy Hicks who competed with her in eventing and dressage.

Chance and my nephew Chuck did their share of Leadline. They always won!


Ponomarev x ZF Peacock (*Marsianin daughter)

3/25/88— 9/16/2013

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