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| Star, Al Kaufman and me (I was 13) in Springfield, Ill. |
Al Kaufman and his wife, Leah, are probably the most influential people in my life (not including my parents, duh.)
Al died Monday evening. (Leah died when I was in high school.)
How do you pay tribute to people who affected you so deeply? Who gave me the foundation for my riding career?
Kaufman Stables was the place where my riding career was born. I had took a handful of lessons at another facility a few times before, but my mother discovered that the Kaufman's were closer to our house so she started taking me there. And we didn't leave for 10 years. I started riding when I was 7 years old. I was painfully shy, timid and my feelings were easily hurt. As I entered middle school and junior high, the barn was the only place where I had friends. It was where I felt needed and appreciated. I know we were all bullied in middle school, but I took it hard. The Kaufmans gave me the confidence and reassurance that probably saved me in more ways than one. They made me feel like I was good at something.
It was my first job - bringing lesson horses in, helping kids tack up, cleaning tack. When Leah was teaching lessons, I would often here her shout "Kaaarrrreeeen!" and I would scamper to the arena.
"Karen, get on this horse," she would say. It was usually a school horse pulling a typical prank - dragging its rider to the center, or refusing to canter. I would get on, whack the horse on the ass with the crop and get the job done. She made me feel so proud of myself.
Her summer camps (or "Clinic" as we called it) sticks out as some of the best times of my life. One summer I was riding a somewhat rank Arab named Stormy. I can't remember what the problem was, but Leah approached me with a crop. Every ounce of me did not want to take that crop, but I took it anyway. Stormy took off. I'm not sure if he was bucking, or if I lost my balance, but I slid off the side and landed smack on my face and left arm.
I laid still for a minute and then stood back up. I tasted blood and dirt. I swore my arm was broken. Mrs. K walked over to me and gave me a hug.
Then she said, "Spit out that dirt. Spit on the ground."
Having been raised properly by my parents, I was a little taken aback by this statement. Proper girls do not spit!
But I did it anyway. A few times. It felt good.
"Good, now get back on," she said to me.
I don't remember the rest of that ride but after about 10 minutes she said I could dismount and go take a shower. My arm was only sprained but when I saw myself in the mirror I was horrified! All of the skin on my left cheek had been scraped off. Boy did I sport an awesome scab after that!
One day Mr. K approached my parents. "When are you ganna get that girl a horse?" he said.
... and we all know what THAT has turned into. :)
I didn't start taking lessons from Al until I got my first show horse, Star. The next summer my sister and I shared a saddlebred, Queen. (You can read about them in my "Horses of my Life" series in my sidebar)
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| Mr. K pins a blue ribbon on Queen. My sister is riding. |
Those summers bring a smile to my face always. I am still friends with everyone and all of us still own or lease a horse to this day (except for my sister). In fact Sampson's owner is Lauren, who that summer showed a Saddlebred named Frank. The day she and I rode together was the first time we had ridden together in more than a decade. But it was just like old times.
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| Lauren, Lisa (my sis), Me, Kim, Jason |
Mr. K was just one of those good ol' horsemen who never missed a moment to teach me something. I have yet to meet another man like him. He had this dry sense of humor that I really didn't appreciate until I was older. He had a distinct whistle that the horses KNEW and they would instantly perk up. Sometimes I still say "Yeahboy!" in my head when I am watching a fancy horse. He would always say that.
Years after we left Kaufman's, I saw Mr. K at a horse show. He had a rider in a Morgan hunter pleasure class. My sister was also riding Sparkle in that class. I saw him while I was warming up Sparkle for my sister.
"Hey Mr. K!" I said, waving at him. He recognized me instantly and walked over.
"I should have put a razor blade under your saddle pad," he said in his dry voice.
I was beaming. I knew it was a compliment. It meant he knew there was no chance he was going to beat my horse.
I wonder if he knew just how much he and his wife influenced so many people? No, we were not a top show barn when I was there (they had past their prime many years before), but they gave so many people a solid, honest foundation. My next trainer, Jim Lowry, a very VERY successful trainer also started out at Kaufmans.
I never thanked them for what they did for me, but I hope they know.
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Edited to add his obit:
Alfred “Al” Jacob Kaufman, age 83, of Westfield, Indiana died Monday, January 16, 2012 at his residence. Born September 10, 1928 in Wheeling, West Virginia, he was the son of Alfred and Magdaline (Blake) Kaufman.
He was the owner and operator of Kaufman Stables in Westfield, the second oldest and largest riding facility in Indiana that he and his wife, Leah, began in 1970. Prior to owning the stables he was a salesman for 3M Corporation in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and in Ohio and later in Greenwood. He was known to be one of the top horse trainers in our country and was a charter member of the United Professional Horse Association, a member of the American Saddlebred Horse Association and the American Quarterhorse Association. He was a member of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Catholic Church in Carmel.
He is survived by one daughter, Michelle (Mike) Velez, of Nashville; two sons, J.B. Kaufman, of Martinsville and Greg (Peggy) Kaufman, of Nashville, his friend and companion, Michelle Bruduseo; eight grandchildren, Melissa Kaufman, Chris Velez, Nicole Hacker, Jackie Cleary, Jake Kaufman, A.J. Kaufman, Chris Kaufman and David Kaufman, nine great-grandchildren, one niece and nephew, and his favorite horse, Johnny Cash.
He was preceded in death by his parents, his wife, Leah (Churchill) Kaufman, one daughter, Kitty Lou Kaufman, one brother, Jack Kaufman and one nephew, Kenneth Kaufman.
Respecting Al’s wishes, private funeral services will be held Friday, January 20 at the Bond-Mitchell Funeral Home in Nashville. Burial will be in Memorial Park Cemetery in Nashville.
The family suggests to those who wish that memorial contributions be given to Morning Dove Therapeutic Riding Academy of Zionsville through their website:
www.morningdovetrc.org.