What is it like? Ever wonder what it takes and how it would feel to be there at the rail watching your dream come true? Listen to Paula Turner’s memories of Seattle Slew when he was THE horse.
Will it happen this year? Will it ever happen again?
http://thestory.org/archive/the_story_050611_full_show.mp3/view
The KY Derby was wild. Animal Kingdom!!! Check out the race and my friend’s interview with the trainer.
We’re back on the Road with the literacy project. Just finished the Little Rock, Jonesboro, Bentonville, Feyetteville, and Ft. Smith shows and now on to Tucson. Whew …you know Alec and all the hardworking cowboys and cowgirls are getting a bit tired by now, good thing those horses keep ’em moving! Rolling along is a great place to be sometimes anyway. You might just leave a bit of that “not too important” stuff behind for awhile.
Monday May 2 we’ll be at Children’s Hospital in Tucson visiting some of the kids that can’t make the show the next day at 10:30 am. After all that wraps up we’ll head out to Phoenix for the Friday, May 6, 10:30 am show. We get a little break to watch the Kentucky Derby on May 7 while we drive all the way across country to Lexington, KY for the noon show on May 11 at the HorsePark.
After that everyone needs to head home for more events at Arabian Nights. The school year is coming to an end soon but you’d think it was already summer in Florida, it’s been ninety degrees everyday for a couple weeks already! It’ll be good to be home but always it’s a bit of a happy / sad feeling. Fun but tired … you know what I mean!?
Hope we see you here or there this year or soon. Write us a note anytime, just to say “Hi” and happy trails to you too!
Your friend,
Tim Farley
Have you seen the new Secretariat movie?
https://theblackstallion.com/web/?page_id=146
Tim
A story from Paula Turner who raised Seattle Slew.
Black Stallion
The great black stallion moved restlessly under me, barely able to hold himself back, within my restraining reins. His head darted forward, yanking the reins and my arm. At the touch of my left hand on his shoulder, he slowed from a side-stepping jig to a prancing walk. “Easy babe, sloooow” my voice stretched, dropping to such a low note—more vibration than sound. Twitching his ears back, he relaxed a little. He would always listen—and understand—that voice he knew so well. Like a couple grown old together, more was said in touch, tone of voice, than with words.
And he transmitted to me in that ancient, unspoken language of Horse, everything he felt… “Now, now I must run.” Dancing under me, he so wanted to sweep me away, take us flying once again… and remind me who he was.
Beneath the glistening black coat powerful hindquarters bunched and flexed, bringing legs forward to coil and spring below his loins. I could feel the muscles in his arched neck, shoulders, sliding under his skin… under my soothing hand. Below my seat and legs he moved with the strength and grace of a ballerina—ready to take flight. His left ear cocked back, hearing the intimate whisper—“Easy big man, slooow…”—meant only for him. He slowed. Before I could say whoa, the stallion felt my request and halted—stood motionless—surveying his kingdom… I waited for him.
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