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MOMENTS IN TIME A PRINCE IN WAITING
St or y a n d p h o t o g ra p h s b y B e t t y F in ke
ONE OF THE BEST THINGS ABOUT BEING INVOLVED WITH ARABIANS OVER A LONG PERIOD OF TIME IS NOT JUST WATCHING THE BREED EVOLVE, BUT FOLLOWING THE LIVES AND CAREERS OF INDIVIDUAL HORSES THROUGH THE YEARS. SOME HAVE BEEN SPECIAL, SOME HAVE BEEN SURPRISING, AND SOME HAVE BEEN BOTH.
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while ago, I described my first encounter with Arabian horses, which happened in 1971 at the Ismer Stud in Germany. For a few years, this stud farm – still going strong today and run by the Madkour I as a yearling in 1972. third generation of the family – was the only one I visited on a regular basis. Following that first, literally life-changing visit in 1971, I went back there a year later to catch up with the mares and foals. Besides the already familiar faces, there was something new in 1972. In the field next to the road where I had seen my first Arabians a year earlier, there were now three yearling colts, none of them homebred. One of them, a bay, was a Half-Arabian and I have no idea what became of him. Another, a black, was recently imported from Egypt. I have his name and breeding, but he never found his way into the German stud book; he must have died before registration. The third was very different from the other two. He was, at one year of age, already snow white and he had the delicate refinement of a porcelain horse. At this stage, he might just as well have been a filly. The boy who showed me around the farm informed me that this colt had recently been purchased from the state stud at Marbach and was the most expensive
horse on the farm. I took a lot of photos, especially of that white colt who was supposed to be so valuable, and back home I showed them to my friends, who included a rider or two. When I told them that this was a very expensive horse from Marbach, they almost died laughing. How utterly ridiculous! That little white runt was supposed to be a very valuable breeding horse? I had to be joking. At that time, I was not knowledgeable enough to argue against them. Besides, even if I had told them that he was a son of Hadban Enzahi out of Moheba II, and that he was straight Egyptian (a term which didn’t actually exist at the time), it would have meant nothing to them, because they knew nothing about Arabians anyway. When I look at those photos today from the point of view of a “regular” horseperson, used to warmblood horses, I even understand them. They saw something that looked like a pretty little filly at best, certainly nothing like a future stallion. But the little white horse, whose name was Madkour, wasn’t a warmblood. He was an Arabian, and a straight Egyptian, and from Marbach, all of which adds up to a horse that needs time to develop. He wasn’t a show horse that was fed and conditioned to mature quickly, like they do today. He was left to develop naturally. Marbach horses take their time to mature; but when they do, they are amazing.
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