I had a short trip back home last week, more to take an art
quilting class than to visit. The trip
ended up being an interesting illustration of the six degrees of separation
theory, and tied together some significant interests in my life.
The class was held at Lake Farm Park, an educational working
farm, but forty years ago, the land was Locust Farms, home to a nationally
renowned Arabian horse breeding and training facility. In the mid to late 1970s, the farm was
undergoing some expansion as their herd of horses grew. Many of their horses were imported from
Poland, and the farm brought back not only the equines, but European methods of
raising them. Mares and foals in Europe
were typically housed in large, open barns (without stalls), in small
herds. My father helped build those “Polish
barns” at Locust Farms. He was a
fulltime firefighter in the city of Cleveland, and his battalion chief was the
foreman of Locust Farms. Since they
worked a 24 hour-on, 48 hour-off shift, many firefighters took additional jobs. The chief/foreman made a habit of hiring
firefighters for building projects on the farm.
There were a couple of occasions when my parents took my
toddler self out to Locust Farms, and I am sure this was how my future horse craziness
started. I only have vague memories of
the farm, just brief images in my mind… I do remember seeing the farm’s premier
stallion, Gwalior. He has his own huge
40’x20’ wood paneled stall, monitored 24/7 by overhead cameras. These were not your average pleasure horses,
the Arabian horse market in the 1970s and early 1980s was not far behind the
Thoroughbred industry in terms of value.
Several influential people in the entertainment industry got into
Arabian horses, there’s no telling which of them might have visited Locust
Farms.
My class ran all day, so I did not get to wander around the Farm
Park to see how they are using the Polish barns now. I would like to go back there to visit, as I
have a strong interest in sustainable agriculture. I’d like to see what the park has to offer in
that regard. Next year, I should have a
quilt entered in their annual show, so that wish will likely be fulfilled. I learned a few new design ideas from the
class, more ways to use scraps, and ways to alter images for transformation
into fabric creations.
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