Victory Meadows is a small, privately owned breeding operation that seeks to produce Morgan and Morab horses for fans of both breeds who are looking for a competitive athlete whether for sport horse disciplines, performance or show, or simply a beloved lifelong companion. Our stock will show consistency in conformational correctness, quality of gaits and balanced way of going, plus a kind and gentle nature topped off with a good, sensible mind. Beauty is the added bonus.
Whether you desire to compete for top honors in FEI-level sports or simply have a dependable mount for pleasure riding, a Victory Meadows horse is sure to become your capable partner and treasured friend.
I was one of those horse-crazy girls who, from the moment I could talk, started begging my folks for riding lessons and a horse of my own. My passion for these animals was firmly in place before I even met one, and by the time I finally started riding lessons, it seemed I had been waiting an eternity—I was five years old.
At the age of 17, my dream came true when my parents purchased my first horse, a retired off-track Standardbred mare. Time spent with her was idyllic, the stuff young girls’ dreams are made of. Her registered name was Frisco Muir, but we called her Minnie the Moocher for her penchant for snacks; she was a girl’s best friend. Through the years, Minnie and I shared many hours schooling over jumps and riding trails through the New England woods. It was a very sad day for me when I realized that my career was taking my focus and time away from this treasured partnership, so I sold Minnie to a family with two young daughters who could dote on her and spoil her the way she deserved. Minnie will always be in my heart.
A few short years after saying goodbye to Minnie, I was
involved in an accident that put me in a back brace and
walking with a cane.
I’ll never forget the day I was sitting in the
orthopedic surgeon’s office waiting to hear his
had only one question on my mind: How soon will I be
able to ride?
The surgeon gave me the terrible news by casually
saying, “Oh, you’ll never ride a horse again.”
The sudden and spontaneous sobs that erupted from
me surprised us both and the doctor excused himself so
that I could pull myself together. With that
“official” pronouncement, I closed the door to
horses in my life.
Nearly two decades later, I was invited by a co-worker
to attend a local horse show. With only a little
interest, I went. I
was not prepared for the wave of long-suppressed passion
that flooded over me when I saw the horses, and I
struggled to remember why I had closed the door to these
animals in the first place. Rather than sit in the
bleachers watching the classes, I was compelled to
stroll the barn aisles, reaching out to touch soft
muzzles and breathing deep the horsey smells.
As soon as was possible, I met with another orthopedic surgeon who, upon viewing my X-rays, declared, “I see the evidence of the injuries, but none of the calcification that typically accompanies these types of injuries. Your spine looks 10 years younger than your actual age.” I asked, somewhat shakily, “Do you suppose I could ride horses?” He said, “You can sky dive, you can bungee-jump, you can climb mountains, and, yes, you can ride horses.” That was all I needed, and the search was immediately on. But simply riding was no longer the objective: I wanted to immerse myself totally in the equine experience to make up for lost decades. Horse breeding would become the framework for my passion.
Of course any successful endeavor such as this requires a team of people working together, so allow me to introduce its members:
And, of course, the Horses