My Best Class: Blog Hop Invitation

Yesterday, I said, “That class was probably the best I’ve ridden.” [Lessons from a Show] What was your best? Tell us about it.

Guidelines
Procedure: Write a blog post on the subject of the best class you ever had at a horse show. Post a link in the comments. I’ll make a list.

Blogless?: Contact me about running your story as a guest post.

Specifics: However you define “best”, i.e. winning, riding well, losing with style. Any discipline. To keep the cats herded in vaguely the same direction, this blog hop will be limited to competitions. Someone want to start a Best Ride blog hop?

Horseless?: Talk about how well your dog did at flyball. I’ve seen dog agility. It’s knee-high show jumping. Cats? The shows aren’t too different from halter classes.

Deadline: None. If the comments are closed, email the link to rodneyssaga@gmail.com. Two years from now? Blog still here? Bring it on. BTW, I close the comments after 30 days to reduce spam. It helps.

Badge: Share and enjoy.
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Thanks to the WordPress.com site How to Be the Host with the Most: Your Step-by-Step Guide to Running a Blog Challenge for the badge and hashtag suggestions.

Talk to me.

Blog Roll
My Best Class Ever – Part One at Been There, Done That.
My Best Class: Blog Hop at Christine Meunier Author. Judging by the name in the comments, I think this is the new home for My Best Class: Blog Hop at Horse Country.
BLOG HOP: My best class ever at NZPony Rider. Scroll down for a picture of JJ being smug about his win.
The Ride of a Lifetime at Been There, Done That.
No Witnesses at Writing From the Right Side of the Stall. This was the woman who found Milton for me [Mail-Order Horse]. If I look closely, I can see traces of chestnut in the gray.

Lessons from a Show

The promised theory post [Taking A Short Break].

Intensity
I had excellent odds in the adult classes of the Northeast Georgia Charity show [Report]. However, that would not be the case in the all-ages championship (it was later changed to an adult championship). My plan was to override the first classes to set me up for the last class. I would pour on the flash to such an extent that the judge would have to remember me once Sam & I were surrounded by adorable munchkins.

But how? Was it a matter of how elegantly I sat? How well I managed the ring traffic to get myself seen? How up and active I could get my sterling steed? The answer was all of the above. Plus, I personally had a problem of inconsistency. I would sit up for 2 or 3 steps, then slowly wilt during the next 8 to 10 steps, sit up!, wwwilt, sit up!, wwwilt, and so on around the ring.

Resolved: I will pull myself together at the entrance to each corner. I will pull myself together at the exit of each corner. I will pull myself together at the start of each long side. I will pull myself together at the finish of each long side. And so on around the ring.

I did it. That class was probably the best I’ve ridden.

I was exhausted. As I stood in the line-up, I realized I was done for the weekend. I’d still ride, even ride reasonably well. But there was no way I could ride five more classes with that level of intensity.

The difference between 90% effort and 100% effort is stunning.

Fast vs. Forward
Sam did not come to this show last year [Report 2014], so he really was seeing the ring for the first time in warm-up. Since it was Sam, all the looking and spooking and exuberant horse behavior didn’t faze me. I was able to reassure him and use the energy to twinkle around the ring. I could even begin to see how a game horse might be fun to ride. You don’t have to stoke the fire at the same time you are trying to steer the locomotive.

In order to Get Noticed by the judge, my goal was to stay off the rail and go as fast as I could without losing form. At the trot, naturally. At the canter, Saddlebreds show at a dainty, collected canter. This I can do. This does not get anywhere near the points that trotting does. But I digress. Back at the trot, I would hold the image of the lovely warm-up in my head while trying to make his feet move through the steps faster.

In the past, I have confused speed with activity. I drop the reins and kick, instead of requesting that my horse stay in a dynamic balance. Somewhere between pulling myself together, lapping the competition, and getting more comfortable with saddle seat showing, I realized how it works. Keep doing what you are supposed to do, just do it faster. Huh.

DO faster not GO faster.

The good news is that fast is not a problem. I may be a wimp in a lot of ways with riding, but I like me some speed.

In Sum
Lessons learned or post pontification? Time will tell.

Off Topic: Aunt Faity

Esther Leeming Tuttle
July 1, 1911 – July 9, 2015

The memorial service for my Aunt Faity is today [Register-Star notice]. Don’t be sad. If ever there was a life that was a celebration, it was hers. Age is just a number. Until her last hospitalization, Faity was younger at 103 than other people are at 60. Yup, 103. She passed away just after her 104th birthday.

Seeing her was one reason I went to Albany earlier this month [Hudson Valley Horses]. She was in the heavy-care end of a lovely assisted-living community, with airy, open-plan common rooms and sightlines over green, rolling farmland. Sign me up. Her room – of course – was the one with flower bouquets outside the door. The inside was filled with paintings, photos, cards, and more flowers. She was sleeping quietly when I stopped by.

Okay, I wimped out on going back to see her when she was awake. Having girded my loins once, I lacked the fortitude to do so again, particularly as I could hold onto the image of her resting peacefully surrounded by love.

Enough about me. Let’s talk about her … and me.

Horsewoman
Her husband, Ben, was my grandfather’s brother. My grandfather, Tom, passed away before I achieved the age of consciousness. When I would visit Grammy, we would head over to see the passel relatives at the Tuttle compound. At final count, Faity had three children, eleven grandchildren, and … sisters and cousins whom she reckoned up by dozens … Sorry. Got carried away. As an only child, I found the amount of family overwhelming, but they all seemed to have a good time.

Photo of Faity on the farmhouse patio, Diane Smook Photography
The Jesse Merwin House in the NYT, This Old House Has Ghosts, scroll down

Faity also had a barn. On her property. As a city kid, this seemed the height of impossibility to me. My first riding memory is of sitting on Bucky, a rotund, chestnut pony. My parents walked alongside while I drummed my little heels trying to get Bucky to trot. Bucky never shifted out of a walk.

Kinderhook barn

Was Faity responsible for my riding addiction? Probably not, the roots go too deep. If I could maintain a horse mania in Manhattan, my current position was undoubtedly inevitable from the get go. However, it didn’t hurt to have access to regular doses of l’air du hay.

Photo of Faity inside the barn, Diane Smook Photography

Gardener
Faity was a big noise in the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, “Faity’s deep involvement with the Garden spanned more than 70 years. She served in a variety of leadership roles … (Auxiliary President, Trustee, Board Chair) … Faity Tuttle’s dedication to community, her enthusiasm for life, and her unflagging energy and vibrancy inspired all who knew her.” ESTHER TUTTLE, NYT

Her 100th birthday party was held in their Palm House, Unfortunately, I was too deep in the hell that was my ongoing tooth abscess to remember much [Hi There]. I surfaced long enough for the speeches and to hear happy birthday sung by her horde of descendants. Almost made me see the point of a big family. Almost.

Actress
As a young woman, Faity played on Broadway. As an older woman, she was a granny model in commercials, television and movies. Her IMDB page is incomplete.

Back in the late 80s, Faity was visiting us in Washington DC. A friend and I decided to pursue what appeared to be a casting call. We invited the professional to join us. We turned up at a reasonably non-sketchy address, were herded into lines, & given scenes. It turned out to be a scam. We should have recognized this. When Faity told them she had a SAG card, they didn’t know what it was. Still, we had a fun afternoon and got out before signing anything.

If memory serves, my friend and I were bank robbers and she was our hostage. I remember thinking, “Wow, this isn’t just family myth, she can actually act.” Prophet in his own town and all that.

Press
Register-Star
At age 103, Esther “Faity” Tuttle still going strong

New York Times
100 Candles on Her Next Cake, and Three R’s to Get Her There

The Observer on Sunday
Making the century mark

Huffington Post
No Rocking Chairs for Me! A 100-Year-Old’s Retrospective on Presidential Politics

Diane Smook Photography Blog
100 Years Old and Going Strong!
99 Years Old!
Photo Gallery

Woman Around Town
Esther “Faity” Tuttle–Still No Rocking Chair For Her

cov Rocking Chair

No Rocking Chair for Me: Memoirs of a vibrant woman still seeking adventure in her 90s (iUniverse 2003). I’m on page 196, along with several eyebrow raising stories on my father and my uncle.

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Good-bye and God bless, Aunt Faity.

Foto Friday: SSF Fun Show Photos

Thank you to Shannon Slemmons for the photos.

SSF logo
Stepping Stone Farm ASHAA Fun Show
June 20, 2015
Chelsea, AL, USA
Show Report

Alvin & Greg Queen Bee Cottage Creations Photography by Shannon Slemmons
Alvin & Greg
Queen Bee Cottage Creations Photography by Shannon Slemmons
Big & Katherine Queen Bee Cottage Creations Photography by Shannon Slemmons
Big & Katherine
Queen Bee Cottage Creations Photography by Shannon Slemmons
Driving Class Line-up Queen Bee Cottage Creations Photography by Shannon Slemmons
Driving Class Line-up
Queen Bee Cottage Creations Photography by Shannon Slemmons

Which one of us looks more at ease? Which one of us has done more driving? Hint: not the same person.

Sam & Katherine Queen Bee Cottage Creations Photography by Shannon Slemmons
Sam & Katherine
Queen Bee Cottage Creations Photography by Shannon Slemmons

That’s me, all hunter-y & pot-bellied. At least Sam looks good.

Ringmaster  Queen Bee Cottage Creations Photography by Shannon Slemmons
Ringmaster
Queen Bee Cottage Creations Photography by Shannon Slemmons

Photographer contact
Shannon Slemmons
email: shanslem@bellsouth.net
cell: 205.563.1766.