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STONE HOLME
STONE HOLMESired by
Stone Manor,
out of
NoHolme's Valley,
on March 22,1983.
I am a Chestnut gelding, standing about 15.3 hands and weighing around 1000 lbs. I am proud of the fact that I carry the genes of some of the greatest race horses of all time, such as Man O'War and War Admiral.
I came to live with Marti, Christen, Jessica and Patricia, in Southern New Jersey, in August of 1990 (Also check out Marti's account of my story). Before my arrival here, I raced on tracks up and down the East Coast. I was not the fastest horse on the field... As a matter of fact, out of over 50 starts, I only came in, in the top three, eight times. Still, I tried.
One day, in the early summer of 1990, my trainer brought me and a few others of us to Atlantic City Race Course to run. We were being boarded at a stable not to far from the track; a bustling barn full of boarders, big green pastures and quiet winding trails. I kind of liked this. I also loved to gaze out the window of my stall and watch the other horses coming and going.
Day after day went by; days of restless gazing and pacing the stall; this haven had become my prison. My trainer hadn't been out to see me in a long time. Finally, one day he showed up, packed up several of the other horses, and left... leaving me and a cranky two year old colt behind. Luckily, most of the boarders at this barn were very nice and would throw us their left over hay and sneak us extra grain but, between the heat of the summer and the relentless flies that now gathered in my stall, it wasn't long before I began to feel the effects of the neglect.
I was losing
weight and the endless onslaught of the biting flies, in my filthy, dark,
damp stall, added to the stress I was feeling... I began to weaken, the
world began to darken. I hadn't seen the outside of my stall in a long time...
I knew I was dying.
Suddenly, one day, my stall door opened, and someone slipped a halter on my head and began to lead me out. I was so weak that I tripped and had to catch myself... The daylight caused me to squint and I trembled in the summer heat. I saw a woman holding the other end of the rope that was attached to my halter, I walked shakily towards her and I put my head against her belly... I could hear her heart beating warm and true, and I felt the tear that slipped out of her eye and on to the tip of my ear... then she gently stroked my neck and whispered, "You're going home, boy."
This is me,
when I first came to my new home. I had to be trailered because I was too
weak to walk the one mile to my home.
A little more than one year later, we entered our very
first horseshow (Dressage Training Level One and Two) and, you guessed
it, we won a First Place and a Second Place! 
For more information on Dressage, click here 
For United Stated
Dressage Federation's Home Page
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