Remembering Tybalt, the stallion who danced
Tybalt did love to dance as did his son Asar. Asar also had a son named Lente. He could stand at his stall door, dancing as well.
I had stall guards installed so the long stallion barn would show all the stallions, waiting and dancing. The day was completly filled with the joy of horses. Odd they never tried to fight, they just show an interest at the others, and what they were doing.
Tybalt was ridden here daily, usually for an hour or so. Charles had trained him well. Richard would even come to see him work, I have had several stallions that always made me stand straight, Tybalt was one. My six year old would sometimes hold him, if I had to take a call, Tybalt would simply dance waiting. I always was happy to realize his ability to be kind.
His son Asar was taller and even more filled with inner reaction to alive, yes, those were days filled with expection. Next to Tybalt was Rafaar, a Pritzlaff bred Stallion. Rafaar was a little like Tripoly, only, as to type.
The farm in those days had visitors from all over the world on a daily bases. One of my favorites was Carol Lyons, her thinking was filled with enjoyment. She like the mares and stallions that were here then, she as they simply danced with the knowing, alive was special.
The people seem to come and go, just like the horses, and for me what is truly special
is the moments held. Tybalt will always dance within I, just as Asar, and Lente. Yet what is held even as special is remembering
A young girl, many guest, friends, and those who followed and those before.
Yes, Tybalt was a krush, then there was a person who took up the same torch, Kim. Now I enjoy daily what she brought into the present. Wishing only, that time stood a little more still, yet life is always a dance, Tybalt dancing, and I calling Charles
saying thanks, I enjoying a special friend, and his Tybalt.
Yes, even this day, Tybalt is calling me, saying am here, within, remember when.
Thank you Jackson. You bring them to life. I hope I can continue to carry the torch for a long time. They are truly special horses.
I remember the first visit to Jackson’s place in November of 1975, where I saw many wonderful Kuhaylan Krush. It was an unforgettable and inspiring experience which was a true tribute to the horse of the desert. Two years later when Sharon and I returned to Jackson’s we took some movies of these incredible horses as well as his other strains. Jackson has always been first an foremost an inspiration for the original Bedouin horse before it received various “western” labels of identity. We are grateful for those visits.
That’s right. Early on, Jackson and Carol Lyons were pushing against using the term “source” for importer, wanting that term used for the Bedouin tribes. And rightly so!
Jackson’s comments to us on our early visits planted seeds. The minute we received the 1983 Al Khamsa Arabians Book, just before we began the Khamsat as a magazine project, Sharon browsed through the book and began making a list of horses based only on what Bedouin tribes they trace to.
Later in discussions with Carol Lyons we urged her to do an article on the Bedouin tribes as originators of Al Khamsa bloodlines which eventually became a reality. In fact many of the article ideas in the earlier Khamsats were the result of long phone calls of brainstorming between Carol and Sharon. Many do not realize that Sharon was deeply involved in the Khamsat project up until 1989 when she returned to the summer university projects for gifted education.
Well, give that woman a hug for us! I knew there were some clear thinkers involved!