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The hills and valleys of Middle Tennessee, sloping gradually to
the steeper inclines of the Cumberland Plateau, formed the nursery for a
breed of horse gaited unlike anything else in the world. This kind of horse
was, in essence, a utility animal capable of performing a smooth, nodding
walk under saddle, but equally capable of working in harness or pulling a
plow. As the reputation for his good qualities spread, demand for this horse
created another market for the Middle Tennessee farmer in addition to corn,
cotton, tobacco, and mules. A registry was formed for horses of this type,
and their market value soared. Although the show ring winners commanded the
highest prices, the demand for green stock was also high.
Then a
war ended in Europe and the South Pacific, something new found its way to
the farms of Tennessee – the tractor. Its efficient availability, coupled
with a pasture-killing drought in the early fifties, destroyed the market
for the farmer’s horses. The avenue for marketing that remained was the
limited one of the show ring. As the standards for the show ring changed in
the mid fifties, a change in breeding standards occurred.
“Black
and pacey” became the key to success in the sometimes lucrative yearling
sales that surrounded each September Celebration. In spite of the shifts in
focus of the majority of the Walking Horse breeders in Tennessee, a stubborn
few refused to surrender to the trends that threatened to eliminate the
natural Walking Horse from his state of birth. These stubborn individuals
retained the original vision, standing stallions and breeding mares from
bloodlines that had been in their families for years, some of which predated
the creation of the TWHBEA. Ignored for decades, these breeders are finally
seeing the bright light of success, as demand for what they preserved is
once again strong throughout the country – and now the world.
This
story presents people who managed to walk to a different rhythm, the
original rhythm, of a head-shaking, teeth popping running walk, keg shod,
down a country lane.
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