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Farewell Eight Belles. . . and Ruffian Too

After a pretty busy Saturday of doing laundry, packing for my trip to North Carolina and running errands with Chuck, I sat down at my computer to catch up on news of the day.  I was very disturbed to read that the runner-up at the Kentucky Derby had broken both of her ankles and had to be put down.  Now for those of you that know me, you know that I am not a horse person.  I think they are magnificient beautiful creatures, but they scare me to death.  I was never one of these young girls who pined for a pony and I didn’t like riding ones during camp.  I have a healthy respect for them and am happy keeping my distance.  However, with that said, I am a HUGE fan of Joan Baez (yes, the folk singer) who sings a gorgeous song about another tragic filly — Ruffian.

As a child, my father would play Joan’s records for hours, and by the time I was ten, I new all her lyrics.  One of my favorite songs was “Stewball” — the story of the grey mare who stumbles allowing Stewball to win.  I must admit, that until today, I never fully appreciated the background story of Joan’s live recording.  

Through the pops and buzzes of my vinyl record, Joan says, “When the little horse “Ruffian” died on the racetrack, for some reason or another I became very sad about that.  Maybe because there’s some female chauvanism in me and she was a lady and she was going to win, but anyway…”  Now folks, I have been listening to this record for over twenty-five years and never before have I taken notice of the name Ruffian. . . until today.  

While the death of one filly is fresh on the minds of Americans, I thought I would take a moment and remember another who was equally amazing and died a tragic death.  The following is taken from Wikipedia and while it’s a bit long, it’s worth a read.


“She earned the nickname “Queen of the Fillies” after being voted the
Eclipse Award for Outstanding Two-Year-Old Filly in 1974 and winning the Filly Triple Crown (now called the Triple Tiara) in 1975. Lucien Laurin, Secretariat’s trainer, even remarked to the press once that “she may be even better than Secretariat.” Ruffian was undefeated in her first ten races, covering distances from 5.5 furlongs (1.1 km) to 1.5 miles (2.4 km) with an average winning margin of 8 1/3 lengths. She won her maiden race in record time and by 15 lengths. She was unbeatable. Nothing could get close enough to even nibble on her saddle cloth.

Her eleventh and final race, run at Belmont Park on July 6, 1975, was a match race between Ruffian and that year’s Kentucky Derby winner, Foolish Pleasure. The two horses shared the same jockey, Jacinto Vasquez. Vasquez chose to ride Ruffian in the match race, believing her to be the better of the two horses. The “equine battle of the sexes” was heavily anticipated and attended by more than 50,000 spectators, with an estimated 18 million watching on television.

Just as the starting bell sounded and the race began, Ruffian hit her shoulder extremely hard on the starting gate. She recovered quickly, but was obviously in pain and leaning more heavily on her right foreleg compensating for the pain. The first quarter-mile (402 m) was run in a blazing 22 1/5 seconds, with Ruffian ahead by a nose. Little more than a 1 furlong (201 m) later, Ruffian was in front by half a length when both sesamoid bones in her right foreleg snapped.[1] Vasquez tried to pull her up, but the filly wouldn’t stop. She kept on running, pulverizing her sesamoids, ripping the skin of her fetlock as the bones burst through, driving the open wound into the sting sand of the Belmont track, tearing her ligaments, until her hoof was flopping uselessly, bent up like the tip of a ski. She was known for her incredible love of running and unwillingness to lose. She had never before been behind in a race.

She was immediately attended to by a team of four veterinarians and an orthopedic surgeon, and underwent an emergency operation lasting 3 hours. Tragically, when the anesthesia wore off after the surgery, she thrashed about wildly on the floor of a padded recovery stall as if still running in the race. Despite the efforts of numerous attendants, she began spinning in circles on the floor. As she flailed about with her legs, she repeatedly knocked the heavy plaster cast against her own elbow until the elbow, too, was smashed to bits. The cast slipped, and as it became disloged it ripped open her forleg all over again, undoing what good, if any, the surgery had done. The medical team, knowing that she would probably not survive more extensive surgery for the repair of her leg and elbow, euthanized her shortly afterwards.

Her performance in the 1975 season earned her the Eclipse Award for Outstanding Three-Year-Old Filly. In 1976, she was inducted into the National Museum of Racing and Hall of Fame. No match race has taken place since Ruffian’s death.”

Finally in the words of Joan:

And the grey mare was a race horse,
And her heart it was gold.
She lies dead on the in field
But her story’s been told.

Farewell Eight Belles and Ruffian. . .

Ruffian circa 1975

Eight Belles

Starstruck in Arizona

Well, most of you by now know the exciting news about Chuck.  He is officially a photographer/reporter for “Metal Monthly.”  It’s an online magazine and his first assignment was covering the farewell tour of Ministry.  Now for all you that are not familiar with Ministry, the best way to describe them is the quintessential “anger rock” group.  They actually influenced Nine Inch Nails if that gives you a reference point.  Now I like all music, but after listening to Ministry, I felt like I needed to take a shower to wash the dirt and sacriledge off my soul.  Hard core is an understatement.  And my sweet, unassuming Chucklebutt had the priviledge of interviewing them.  Picture if you will, band members covered in tatoos and piercings, chatting about wild rock and roll times . . . and then there’s Chuck in a Hawaiian shirt.  Too cute!  

As far as my celebrity spotting, last Saturday I got to take a class with the incredible Tim Holtz.  He is the mack-daddy of distressable stuff and is an amazing artist.  He came to Mystic Paper and I was a tool and completely ingnored the oppotunity until it was almost too late.  Kim at Mystic was a doll and managed to work me in.  Thank you!  Thank you! Thank you!  Once Chuck takes some super duper photos, I’ll post my final project.  I must say that it rocks!  Meanwhile, check out Tim and I:

Besides my chubby arm and the piece of gum in the back of my throat, I LOVE this picture.  He was soooo fun and I worked in a style I never would have otherwise.  I bought both of his books and he signed them!

In other exciting news, one of my favorite artists of all time commented on my blog!!  The most amazing Sandra Evertson wrote that she liked my Fairy House.  OMG!!  That’s the equivalent of Meryl Streep saying she liked my movie… or Joni Mitchell saying she liked my song…or J.K. Rowling saying she liked my book — it’s a big hoodah to me.  (Mind you Sandra is much younger than all the aforementioned celebrities.)  Her comment came right on the heels of my purchasing her newest book:

She has some really neat projects inside.  I haven’t had time to make anything, but I am totally stoked to make paper flowers.  These are the other two books that I have of hers.

I used this one to make my friend Jan’s wedding card.

I used the artwork in this book for Christine’s birthday gift.  Sandra has such creative images and I find her work so inspiring.  Yipee!  Sandra wrote on my blog!

And finally, Chuck and I have been on a couple hikes that we’ve enjoyed.  One was in the Superstition Mountains and the other was up north in Strawberry.  For the most part, both trips were uneventful, except that I did read the GPS wrong in Strawberry.  We were looking for a geocahce and I made us cross a pretty deep creek.  Once we had made it to the other side, Chuck realized that the cache was actually on the other side of the creek.  DOH!

Aren’t those clouds gorgeous?

The yellow flowers have finally died back, but they were crazy out-of-control a few weeks back.  It was simply gorgeous.

At the end of the trail, we came across ancient petroglyphs and beautiful pools.

In the background, you can see Gold Canyon.  This was a great hike minus the “tools” that brought a boom box up into the mountains.  Sorta defeats the whole purpose of trying to connect with nature.

This is us after we made it back across the water.  Tee hee.

Toodles everyone!  Have a great weekend!