Here's how it all started: Sandy, a
Chincoteague
gelding, approximately 10 hands.

I spent most of my time with Sandy either galloping
across
the neighbor's corn field or being scraped off under low hanging
branches
in the nearby apple orchard. Sandy delighted in breaking out of
his
pasture and going to visit Kimstead, a Thoroughbred farm down the road.
After Sandy, there was Patches. Patches was about 13.2 hands, a bay pinto gelding that had been abused and "cowboyed." All he knew how to do was run. That was okay with me, until I joined the Hollis Buccaneers, my local 4-H club. I suddenly realized there was more to riding than just galloping, and that Patches was not going to be the show mount I now wanted.
When I saw an ad in the local free paper for a free
horse,
16 hands, buckskin, Quarter Horse Thoroughbred cross, apx. 16 years
old,
I knew I had found my dream horse. I went and tried him out and
loved
him. He rode English and Western, knew how to jump, and was
absolutely
beautiful. Cracker Jack became my next horse. Together we
did
everything, barrel racing, trail riding, egg and spoon (won my first
blue
ribbon in this class,) and started jumping. By my senior year in
high school I knew I wanted to do something with horses. My
parents
threat to sell my horse if I went to college sealed my decision to
*not*
go to college, and I headed off to farrier school in Virginia. It
didn't take very long for me to realize I didn't want to make a career
of farriery, and I took a working student position at the Fulmer
International
School of Equitation, right down the road from me. Jack was about
to learn dressage. I spent 9 months working in Pepperell, then
went
to Yorkshire, England for 8 weeks and came home with my British Horse
Society
Assistant Instructor's certification.

Jack took to dressage like he took to everything
else.
He was just a good boy. This picture was taken in 1981, at Flying
Horse Stables, where we were doing our very first 2 phase event, at
Pre-training
level. We had a couple of stops in the stadium phase, but I was
hooked.
By the way, Jack is 21 years old in this picture. With Jack, I
continued my education, riding in a clinic with Tad Coffin and taking
lessons from a local event and dressage instructor. I started
teaching at my parents' farm and adding stalls for boarders. 1981
was the year I started riding in horse trials too, taking my first
3-phase ribbon in Pre-training at Andover Horse Center. By the
summer of 1982 my business had outgrown our location in Hollis and we
started looking for something bigger. We found it in Warner, NH,
an established combined training facility called Runaway Farm.
Runaway brought a lot of changes. I was able to run horse trials
and two phase events, I had an indoor to ride in, and I soon had new
horses to ride too. Jack continued to compete with my students,
while I moved up to training level on an old campaigner named Tecumseh
Chief in 1983. In 1984 I partnered with a little mare named Happy
Appy and started traveling up to Huntington Farm to ride with a new
instructor. Jane Savoie taught me a lot, and I still use many of
the imaging techniques she used. Happy cleaned up at training
level, and I moved her up to Preliminary at Stoneleigh Burnham.
She strained a tendon going cross country, and that was it for her for
the season.

Happy Appy - Training level, Doornhof, 1985
By that time though, I had a new horse to bring along. Dovekey
was a silly young thoroughbred I thought would be easy to resell
because she was so cute. We started out at local schooling shows,
where she bucked every time I asked her to canter. She had some
jumping talent though, and by the fall we were foxhunting with the
North Country Hounds. The following spring had me competing Dee
at Novice and Happy at training level until she was sold to a younger
rider. This year also brought a big change in instruction.
I really wanted to ride with someone who could help me with my jumping,
so I loaded my silly little mare in the trailer and drove 2 hours to
Dover Massachusetts to ride with Mike Plumb. The first lesson
left me in tears, but convinced that this guy knew what he was talking
about and wasn't afraid to tell me what I was doing wrong. Under
Mike's tutelage I brought Dovekey up to training level that summer and
rode another little horse at novice.

Dovekey - Preliminary, UNH 1986

Sinnerman - Open Preliminary, Stoneleigh Burnham,
1986 (In the pouring rain!)

Dovekey - Preliminary, Stoneleigh Burnham, 1986

Sinnerman - Preliminary, Millbrook, 1986 (Raining
again!)
Dovekey had moved up to Preliminary as well, but was
really difficult in dressage, keeping us out of the ribbons at that
level. She did well enough to place consistently at training
level, and in the fall of 1986 we represented area 1 in the Adult Team
Championships at training level, winning the competition with only
three riders. All three of us placed in the top six. Also
that fall I rode Goat at Chesterland, and got eliminated. It was
the biggest event I had ever been entered in, and even though he had
pulled a back muscle I wanted to go. I never should have asked
him to do that, and I regret it to this day. I remember crying in
his mane after cross country, and Charlie Plumb yelling at me for being
such a baby. "I got eliminated here last year, and I didn't cry
about it," he said. "I'm not crying because I got eliminated," I
responded, "I'm upset because I shouldn't have pushed my wonderful
horse to do this when he was in pain. I just wanted to ride at
Chesterland and I didn't care about his back."

Sinnerman - Preliminary, Chesterland, 1986

Here's Hoping - Preliminary, Waredaca 1987