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Friday, July 25, 2008

Seabiscuit's Home: Ridgewood at Willits

10. The Cowboy is a patriot.

7. He must be a good worker.

In Michael F. Blake's new book, "Code of Honor: The Making of Three Great American Westerns" (Amazon.com), the author states, "But it is the code of the cowboy that appeals to us most, that sense of dealing with life in a straight-forward manner. A cowboy speaks what he feels. There is no pretext of trying to find a hidden message in what he says, his word is taken at face value. The cowboy, like the plains through which he rides, endures. He is honest and real. And his code is one we can admire.... If a cowboy strikes a deal, he doesn't have a group of lawyers draft a hundred-page document to bind it; he simply consummates his deal with a handshake and an oral agreement that we can be sure he will honor. His word is his bond.... No one has to tell a cowboy how he should feel or act. He simply knows. His sense of justice comes from his heart and conscience."

Michelle was once attacked in her own back yard by an unkempt man of no acquaintance. Lucky for him that she was enough of a lady to merely knee the hairy stranger and not shoot a bullet into his groin, a temptation she later lamented resisting. She carries a weapon, even while doing housework or caring for the pug dogs and poodles she raises. She did not reveal on which part of her anatomy the weapon is concealed, only that she has a permit.

5. He must not advocate or possess racially or religiously intolerant ideas.

Even when it's not hosting its annual "Frontier Days," Willits is cutting edge. Leaves of Grass Books, which has sold over 250 copies of the Hillenbrand masterpiece, and a respectable 40+ copies of Jani Buron's "Ridgewood Ranch," also has on order copies of Norah Pollard's book, "Leaning In," with several pieces about or dedicated to her father, "Red" Pollard. In 1939, her father and mother, Agnes Conlon Pollard, were married in Willits, at St. Anthony's, attended by Charles and Marcella Howard. The Howards and the Babcocks were good friends of Red and Agnes', but friendliness isn't always apparent in Willits.

As Kennelly waited to introduce local luminaries such as Mayor Oslund at the Seabiscuit movie preview in July, and invited comments from the audience, someone yelled out, "Tell us a joke," to which she shot back, "The State budget!" I doubt if even Jerry Seinfeld could have come up with an answer that fast. No wonder the Willits Environmental Center flies a banner proclaiming, "Seabiscuit For Governor," no disrespect to The Governator.

Michelle's horse-trainer husband, Bill Nolan, is putting together a syndicate for his colt, Notsuchanangel, much like that formed for Funny Cide. Back in the days when Bill was training Getaway Prince at Golden Gate Fields, Hall of Fame jockey, Lafitt Pincay, Jr., who once won seven stakes races in a single day at Santa Anita, had the mount. "Getaway Prince won by a sixteenth of a mile, maybe more," Bill recalls today. When asked if he had given Pincay any special instructions, Nolan replied, "I sure did. I said 'Just hold on.'"

"Guns are our protection," advises Michelle Friedman, nicknamed "Rubee Dub" by racetrack and fairground jockeys whose masseuse she has been for years.

The men of Willits are like that. The women, too. Best not to mess with them.

1. The Cowboy must never shoot first, hit a smaller man, or take unfair advantage.

2. He must never go back on his word, or a trust confided in him.

Reprinted by permission of The Willits News, September 2003

Further contributing to Willits' lore is its proximity to Ridgewood Ranch, home of the legendary thoroughbred, Seabiscuit. Fortunately for the many fans of Laura Hillenbrand's best-seller, "Seabiscuit: An American Legend," the Ranch's current owner, Church of the Golden Rule, generously permits hundreds of enthusiastic tourists, led by volunteer docents, to stroll through selected areas of the Ranch, including Seabiscuit's actual stall, and his weighing shed.

Speaking of strangers, one might also find oneself in the woods off Highway 20, interrupting someone skinning a deer. At first, Laura McBride, McBride's Kennels, feared the stranger might've been a poacher, but it turned out to be "bow season." This does not mean Willits men must wear bow ties; it means bows and arrows are legal for hunting, though some say not everything in Willits is legal.

by Maggie Van Ostrand

There are also honorary Willits residents, like John Pollard, nephew of Seabiscuit's jockey, John "Red" Pollard, who plans to one day retire in Willits. "I like the people," he said, "They're strong and they're honest, like people are supposed to be." And he's not the only one who calls them as he sees them. So does the Chamber of Commerce's Lynn Kennelly.

8. He must keep himself clean in thought, speech, action, and personal habits.

In the cool, green quiet of Northern California, there lies the Republic of Willits. Some say it's a satellite of Texas, and might be the last stronghold of the American cowboy. There's a reason people say that.

Works for me.

4. He must be gentle with children, the elderly, and animals.

The New York Times wrote about the alleged growing of a certain illegal plant in Willits. Even though the newspaper has bragged for over a century about publishing "All the news that's fit to print," they'd be better advised to practice the Cowboy Code themselves.

Bill Nolan's not the only resident with good advice. When asked if he had any advice for tourists, a Willits man, who chooses to remain anonymous, replied, "Yeah, tell 'em not to whiz on a 'lectric fence."

Things occur in Willits which might seem odd to those uninitiated in the ways of the Real West. A visitor to Willits, for instance, might find he's driving the only car in town that doesn't have a gun rack.

Seabiscuit's Home: Ridgewood at Willits

There's not a whole lot of difference between the legendary cowboys of the Old West and certain Willits residents of today, who manage to achieve the same laconic effect as John Wayne, Sam Elliott, and Gary Cooper, not to mention Annie Oakley. It derives from the Cowboy Code of Honor:

It's possible a lost visitor might be stopped and questioned by a grizzled stranger, as I was last month. "What's yer bidness here? You ain't supposed to be here." "Well, we got a little lost looking for a street called Barbara Lane." "Want to know how to get unlost?" "Yes, please." "Go back out the way you come in. And don't look back." Under his breath, he hissed, "(expletive) strangers!"

9. He must respect women, parents, and his country's laws.

6. He must help people in distress.

The Cowboy Code is in full evidence at Ridgewood. Just ask those taciturn ranch hands if they'll tell you under which lone tree the great Seabiscuit's remains lie. You'd have as much chance of getting an answer as you would of getting a laugh from one of those fuzzy-helmeted Buckingham Palace guards. They have kept this location a well-guarded secret since Charles Howard buried his horse in 1947. I doubt if any tabloid's tempting offer could penetrate their steely resolve of silence. It's not about money, and it's not about notoriety. It is a matter of honor.

3. He must always tell the truth.



The New Black Is... Well... Black - of Course!

So, what can the elegant lady of the coming season wear with that black which is back? The answer is basically anything which wont make you look like a peacock wearing her mourning clothes. Black is so elegant on its own. Save black for when you feel elegant, or understated and confidentorfat. Black looks wonderful on its own, with toast, cream or with any shade of grey. Dont be afraid to pair it with navy. If the combination didnt stop Yves St. Laurent, it shouldnt stop you either. Just be careful not to wear it in a way which appears to be a mistake: you know what I mean, the manner of combination which leaves all those who gaze on your person wondering if you got dressed with the lights off. If you wear black trousers and a navy top, just be sure to balance the look with something black near your face which says I meant to do that. Another elegant way to soften black is to pair it with a chocolate brown; this combination lends a day look to a night-time colour.

Rumour has it that black goes with everything. Perhaps there is some sadly accepted truth to that rampant rumour since it seems to be a widely accepted norm, but I have found that there is a good chance we have all been mislead. One can easily challenge this age-old regulation of fashion simplicity by looking into a mirror while sporting black pants combined with a lime green top. Forgive me gentle readers, but if I am to be honest I must tell you, the combination is simply indescribably nauseating. Please honour the beauty of lime green by paring it with grey, turquoise, or forest green or just the right shade of blue. One must not dishonour colours such as lime green or the black by forcing them to be seen in public together. Fashion is the one place it is completely acceptable and advisable to segregate on the basis of colour. Feel free to carry a eucalyptus bag while wearing grey trousers with a pale pink sweater. Adding a scarf which beautifully gives permission by marring the three colours will make any lady, who is able to wear pink gracefully, look simply smashing.

Jennifer Marvin is an American born Parisian fashion designer who grew up in the mountains of Colorado passing wintry days at a sewing machine under the guidance of her mother. Jennifers passion for creating and manipulating fabrics into wearable art took her from her familys Colorado ranch to London and finally to Paris where she now considers home. Her work has been published in British Vogue magazine, sold on the most fashionable street in Paris and auctioned for charities such as Seeds of Peace in New York City and The committee for Missing Children International.

What luck we have this season to find our old friend officially back. How lovely it is to see it back with its old friend azure blue. Plum and winter white are on offer for the more neutral among us and red strikes the fancy in everyone. Ladies, it is going to be a beautiful winter!

The New Black Is... Well... Black - of Course!