Sunday, June 15, 2008
Yesterday we attended a charity polo match -- go ahead, mock me now -- for the Bonnie Brae Residential Treatment Center for Adolescent Boys, hosted at Field View Farm in Pittstown, New Jersey. One of the sponsors was the Welles Remey Crowther Charitable Trust, founded in honor of my step-cousin, Welles Crowther, September 11's "man in the red bandanna," and through that connection Mrs. TH helped organize a demonstration polocrosse event for the Daughter and her fellow pololax players in front of a couple of thousand well-heeled polo fans. Exciting pictures follow. The TH Daughter is in a red shirt on Skye, the mostly-white pinto.
The field was lined with tents in which people threw "tailgate" parties the likes of which Giants Stadium as never seen...
Before the actual polo there was a classic car parade...
...and miniature pony tricks.
Polo is much more manly than it looks, notwithstanding Mrs. TH's wisecrack that "the players all look a little bit like Prince Charles."
I love the look on the face of the rearing horse in this picture, and that the galloping horse has serious "air":
If you click through and look at this one in full size, it almost seems as though the horses are hovering.
My apologies if anybody out there still has dial-up.
It looks like a perfect day, thanks for sharing.
You tend to meet nice people around horses. One of the people I worked with years ago was at an equestrian event, watching his son jump his horse on a hot Santa Barbara afternoon. He and one of the other dads were talking back and forth about kids and horses all afternoon with their cowboy hats and shades on, sipping adult beverages and trying to stay cool. When everyone was getting ready to leave someone whispered to my friend, "Hey, I heard Paul Newman is hear today." So my friend mentioned this to the guy he had been talking to and his new buddy just smiled. He was Paul Newman, just hanging out with the other parents, watching the kids ride.