The dentist is your friend...

...if you would believe the half page ad in the telephone book yellow pages.  I tried to get a call back from the local dentist.  I called at 10:00 a.m."We will get right back to you".  What in space travel time?  I called at noon.  "We will get right back to you, the person who can handle this call is with a customer".    At 2:30 I got a call back, I could go Tuesday afternoon to their office in Avon, or I could wait until Wednesday afternoon to come to the office in town.  

"Thanks for the return call, I have an appointment Tuesday afternoon at another location". 

The new dentist is a woman with an office in Brunswick.  The receptionist said they specialize in "Scaredy Cats and cowards, and are patient and kind".   I guess she must know me.  We will see.

Also, the receptionist at the office that I am going to today said "Are you the Judy Von Duyke who had horses?"  "Yes I am, still do in fact".   "My friend Mary was in your 4H club, she lives in Texas now".

Small world, or six degrees...or six teeth!

What the heck!

I have a dilemma.  I have three broken teeth, molars no less (with old, old fillings) that went on the same day after crunching a nut on Tuesday.

Medicare won't help with my teeth, I am in a great deal of pain, and I have to wait until tomorrow to call a dentist.

However, Tim was just reading his Medicare supplement booklet looking for information about my teeth when he discovered that Medicare will indeed spring for the cost of Viagra for him.

Who the heck makes up these rules?

Relatives both close and not so close

Marilu Laubenthal was married to Tim's older brother David.  I don't remember for how long, but they went separate ways.  They had a son, Andrew who is married to Betsy and Andy and Betsy have two daughters.
Her former husband David passed away 12-23-2009.

I was close to Marilu when she was married, the way sisters-in-law are close.  She went on to get a law degree, and practiced law in several areas of the country until her retirement a few years ago.  I think she is a year or two younger than me.

When I last saw Marilu, she was living in Marin County, California and Sarah and I visited with her on the College Graduation Gift trip that Sarah and I took to San Francisco.  Previously, I had seen her at Andy and Betsy's wedding 15 or so years ago, in Minnesota.

We are older, but we still connected.  How strange life can be.  We get more and more focused on our own families and somehow other relatives slip away.

I will make a conscious effort to stay in touch this time.  I don't know how many more Thanksgivings we have left to share, but we started with this one.

Good to see you Marilu!

Tough as a Rutabaga!

Rutabaga is a tough root vegetable. In the turnip family it is the biggest of the bunch. It is an intimidating looking vegetable displayed on the produce shelf, and at close inspection you see that the entire surface of the veggie is coated with wax.

Many Christmas's ago, Tim gave me a cookbook entitled "Greene on Greens". (He always gives me the gift of a new cookbook, one of his liking, not necessarily one that is practical to use)

A vegetable cookbook authored by Bert Greene. As with most gifts for cooking, I browsed each page, looking for something that sounds like fun to make with only a few ingredients. One year just before Thanksgiving I pulled the book down and started browsing for an "earthy" side dish, something "Harvesty" for the Thanksgiving table. I came across this recipe and tried it. It was a big hit, especially with my husband, so I have endeavored to make it simple for myself over the years, and I am passing in on to all of you to take a stab at.
Last night was the "Let's get those rutabagas peeled, sliced and diced for the comfort food casserole that will be put together on Thanksgiving Day. The process is tedious to me as I started with seven rutabagas last night. This job usually falls on Tim's plate as he is stronger and has a tougher grip than I do, however he was in Illinois on his way home and the task had to be done in advance of the feast, so it was up to me.

You can't peel a rutabaga, you have to cut it in half, slice each half into even slices, then peel each slice removing the waxed coating and peel then dice it...in my case times 7!

Here is the recipe. It is very easy to make and so, so delicious!

Braised Rutabaga (the Judy Von Duyke adaptation)
1 or 2 rutabagas peeled and diced into 1-1/2 dice (don't get carried away it's not rocket science)

1 large yellow onion peeled and diced

4 strips of bacon cooked crisp (save the drippings for the roux)

2 cups chicken stock (you may need more if your roux is too thick, but then thick is like beauty, in the eye of the beholder)

10 leaves of chopped sage ( have sage growing in my herb garden that I have transplanted from two other homes we have had before this one) (if dry ground is all you have, only use 1/2 teaspoon)

3 tbls flour (again, you may need a little more flour if you have lots of drippings along with the melted butter)

1/2 stick butter

salt and pepper to taste (after you have made the dish, then season)

Cover the diced rutabaga with water and cook until fork tender
Drain completely
In a large heavy skillet, saute the onion with the butter and drippings from the bacon
until tender
add the flour to make a roux
when the roux has cooked over low/medium heat for a couple of minutes, add the chicken broth/stock (I have used canned, and also "box" broth and stock)

stir until thickened.

Crumble the bacon and add to the thickened sauce
Add the rutabaga and toss in pan until coated

stir in the sage at the last minute before serving

No need to cook further, just place into a serving dish and voila'
This may become a staple at your Holiday table because you will
have forgotten from one holiday to the next year's holiday what
a pain in the ass it is to prepare the rutabaga!

After 36 hours - give or take

See the blank spaces? They are the ones that are "gold" in color. Those are the blanks where chocolate candy used to live.

Friday night was the Grand Opening of the 40 oz. box of Whitman's Sampler Chocolates. Sarah could not wait another minute. I said I was keeping it for the Holidays. She said "It is the Holidays"!

I think it is just a matter of hours now!

My old - all time love (besides the obvious that is)

My all time love is Chocolate!

Not just all chocolate, which of course is a given, but the yellow box labeled Whitman's Sampler in it's familiar old fashioned script is the best.

As a child, a box of chocolates held a magic spell for me. Little did I know about too much sugar, too much candy, too much indulgence and too too much. I would sneak a peek and just marvel at the separate little paper crinkles holding a wonderous array of my favorite things. I don't just eat a piece of candy and pass it on...I eat it until I can't eat any more, then I take one more piece. I love all chocolate, Russell Stover, Godiva, Giardelli, Queen Ann Cordial Cherries, you name it, and I crave and covet it.

No one in my family ever buys me a box of chocolates. I don't know why, that is just an easy pleezey gift for me. Maybe because they know I will eat it until it's gone. I have been known to eat a 40 oz. bag of Hershey's Kisses in one day. I could enter a contest!

My friend Joanne came up from Wooster yesterday to attend the annual Holiday Auction for the Women's Council of Realtors luncheon held at Fox Meadows Country Club. We gabbed a bit, ate lunch and then got down to the auction. Jim Blair of Seville was the auctioneer and when this item above came up for bid I shouted "Don't anyone else dare to bid on this" and opened the bidding at $50! Immediately, my friend Joanne bid! She bid until she won the item (she leaned over and whispered, "Don't bid, I'll buy it and give it to you"!

What a woman! She in fact did give me the goods and they are thus far happily stored in a safe place, known only to me. Ha!

p.s. She also gave me a very, very large check for the Salvation Army Christmas Stockings Program that I manage. You are a good woman Joanne, a good woman, and a five-star chocolate covered friend!

"Anyone want to borrow my Tee Shirt"?

My favorite salad, from a favorite friend!

Dee Donnelly makes this beautiful salad and it is awesome!
I hope she brings it to Thanksgiving Dinner to share!

Strawberry Pretzel Salad
2 cups crushed pretzels
3/4 cup melted butter
3 tablespoons sugar, plus 3/4 cup sugar
1 (8 oz) package cream cheese
1 (8 oz) container whipped topping
2 (3 oz ) packages strawberry jello mix
2 cups boiling water
2 (10 oz) packages frozen strawberries
1 (8 oz) can crushed pineapple
whipped topping or whipped cream, to garnish
Directions
Preheat oven to 400 degrees
For the crust, mix the pretzels, butter and 3 tablespoons of sugar.
Press the mixture into a 9x13 inch pan and bake for 7 minutes.
Set aside and allow to cool.
In a mixing bowl, beat together the cream cheese and 3/4 cup of sugar.
Fold in the whipped topping and spread over the cooled crust.
Refrigerate until well chilled.
In a small bowl, dissolve the jello in the boiling water and allow to cool slightly.
Add the strawberries and pineapple, and pour over the cream cheese mixture.
Refridgerate until serving time.
To serve, cut slices and serve with a dollop of whipped topping or whipped cream!

It will make your "Happy Thanksgiving" happier!

Say it isn't so

I can't believe my ears. I was just watching the morning News on Channel 8.

The announcer was reporting on "health" or what appeared to be health statistics.

In the infinite wisdom of the people we all elected (because they are wise and wonderful) the U. S. Congress has declared a statement about "The School Lunch Program" Pizza is a vegetable!

Go figure!

p.s. Daniel is allowed to purchase lunch at school one day a week. The school lunch is now

$3.00!

But at least he is getting his vegetables!

Ring in the Season

The Salvation Army's red kettles help provide much-needed assistance to the poor and homeless. Now in today's economy, people are struggling to not only put food on their tables, but they are struggling to keep their homes and keep their families together. Here in Medina County, the Northern Service Unit will start their "volunteer" bell ringing campaign on Thanksgiving Eve. Won't you donate one hour of your time to ring the bell? What goes in the kettle stays here in Valley City, Brunswick, Brunswick Hills and Hinckley.

We don't think of these communities as needing any assistance, but they certainly do. In addition, I am accepting donations for the Annual Christmas Stocking Campaign. This year, Tim Rhodes of Howard Hanna Mortgage is purchasing 150 Christmas Stockings for us to fill for the needy children in this Northern part of the county. Also, Buehler's in Brunswick will have an Angel Tree. Children in need who will have no Christmas without our help have their "Angel" on the tree. Please take an angel representing a child and purchase a gift.

Can you help provide something to fill the stockings with? Or, can you send me a tax-deductible check for $10, made out to the Salvation Army for me to purchase stocking stuffers?

My address: Judy Von Duyke, 7240 West Law Road, Valley City, Ohio 44280. Call my cell:

330-760-1623

Thank you for your one hour of time, and thank you for thinking of today's children.

The stories thait are heard from people dropping coins or dollars into the kettle are always heart warming. Solders needs have been met, disaster victims helped and families everywhere are given hope and help. What is the price? Nothing. What is the cost? Great.

Won't you help this year?

Here is a brief history of the Kettle.

The Salvation Army's red kettles have become a Christmas tradition in nearly every part of the world, but the idea for the little collection pots was born over a century ago, from prayer and desperation.
The red kettle story goes back to 1891, when Joseph McFee, a Salvation Army captain in San Francisco, California, was overwhelmed with the number of poor in that city. McFee had a simple idea. He wanted to provide free Christmas dinners to 1,000 of the poorest of those people, to give them some holiday hope. Sadly, he had no money for the meals.
McFee tossed and turned at night, praying and thinking about the problem. Slowly, a solution came. He recalled his days as a sailor in Liverpool, England. At Stage Landing, where the ships docked, a large iron kettle called "Simpson's Pot" had been placed. People walking by would toss in a coin or two for the needy.
Finding a pot, Captain McFee put it at the Oakland Ferry Landing, by the foot of San Francisco's busy Market Street. He placed a sign next to it that read, "Keep the Pot Boiling." Word got around quickly, and by Christmas the kettle had raised enough money to feed the poor.

Over the decades, the Salvation Army's red kettle collections have raised millions of dollars for the organization's work. Each year, the Salvation Army serves more than 4.5 million people during the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays.

Veteran's Day

I was always able to remember that Veteran's Day came on November 11. The lady that took me in to her home when I was 17 was a retired Army Wac, Women's Army Core. I had never met a woman who had been in the military so I was facinated by the stories that she told about being in World War II. I remember the November 11 date each year because it also was "Neta's" birthday.

(Photos to the right: Nathan at age 2 visiting with Grandma Neta before Sarah was born)

(photo at left is Nathan and "Grandma Neta", she was well into her eighties at this point, and a widow)

Worneta Stringer Koons, my cousin William's wife was born in Union, Maine and lived a very strict life filled with a huge work ethic. She was no nonsense, no emotion demonstrated ever, cynical and matter of fact. She ran her household like the ranking sargent in charge, but she was kind to me. She was a tough bird, but she told you the rules of the house, the rules of acceptable behavior and way things were according to her thinking.

When I arrived home from work, I was expected to do a chore while I was in the process of removing my coat. Like grabbing a kettle from the cupboard and filling it with water to cook noodles in before the coat came off. She was the Queen of multi-task and by golly, you had better toe the line. She had saved me from a life of abuse so I am forever grateful to her.

Everything in her life had a purpose, a time allowed to achieve that task that would achieve her goal and she was neat, neat, neat. She never had children of her own, so I am surprised she took on a head-strong teen aged girl.

I learned a lot from her, some good habits and some habits that drive my family nuts. Now that I am so much older (not wiser) I look around and wonder how people get things done doing them carefully, one thing at a time. I hate wasted time. She ingrained that into me...time is money and you don't waste it. She was the most frugal person I ever met. I think that lesson fell on deaf ears where I was concerned. I made $50 a week at my first real job working at American Greetings (they got me the job, they both worked there too) and I had to put $15 in the savings account, $15 room and board and the rest I could use for my expenses. Gas for my junker car and insurance pretty much used up the rest leaving me with $5. Those were the days!

I heard stories of betrayal and atrocities about her years in the service, the insult and sexual harrassment focused against the WACS. She was in Guam and some other islands and took it and never complained. She never told those stories of the war if she was sober. I don't mean to make her out as a drunk or anything, far from it, but drink they did, that was the social event of the week, going out on Friday or Saturday night. So, if I was around when she was a little tipsy, she sometimes would talk about her years in the service.

She thought it was too expensive to fly or drive up to Ohio for my wedding, so instead we spoke on the phone after the ceremony. After I was married for a short while I got a call from her husband Bill one Saturday morning. "Neta should be arriving at the airport by now, so you better go over and pick her up". Huh, I didn't know she was coming to visit. Her appearances were always like a surprise inspection. I didn't know whether to "fish or cut bait". Tim went to the airport to pick her up, while I raced around the apartment trying to make it ship/shape and spotless. I think I may have hidden dirty dishes in the oven. When she arrived she did her walk through, touching things as she went looking for dirt and dust. I almost passed the inspection until she looked into the oven. I spent years seeking her white glove inspection stamp of approval. The funny thing about that first visit to the newlywed apartment was this...Tim took me aside and said "I don't know what she's got in this suitcase, but it is heavier than Hell"!

Come to find out she had brought her silver dollar collection from home so Bill wouldn't find it and spend it.

She loved to gamble and play bingo, so their retirement move to Florida gave her opportunities to do both.

Veteran's Day means a little something extra for me each. It gives me time to reflect on this woman who reached out to me when I was a teenager and said "If you ever need a place to stay, just call us, we'll be there to get you, no matter what time or when".

She and Bill came to Valley City the year Nathan turned five, to spend Christmas. She, cynic that she was, brought lots of cute, but cheap presents for the kids. She knew full well that my children would just rip and tear open the packages as she had imagined all children did. Well, I still remember this scene in my mind's eye as if it were yesterday. She and Bill were sitting on the sofa and she handed Nathan a present. A small box in a little boy's hands. Nathan touched and fondeled the box, turning it over and over in his hands. "Is this for me Grandma"? he asked.

"Sure, it's your present from me" said she. "Can I open it Grandma"? (she was getting a little uncomfortable by then and was starting to fidget on the couch. "Of course you can open it, it's your Christmas present"! Little Nathan sat on the floor and carefully and slowly took the tape off the paper, opening it up slowly. Inside the box was a little boy's character watch. Nathan just sat there and looked at the watch for a second "Oh Grandma, a watch...just what I always wanted"! and he threw his arms around her neck.

So there Mrs. Cynic!, so there!

Thoughout her entire life, her motto was just like the Army...We will come get you out of the enemy's hands, but we won't show any emotion.

p.s. The $15 room and board that I paid her every week while I lived with them...she gave us a check for all those weeks of board as a wedding gift.

I can see clearly now

The stars at night are big and bright, but not like the song "Deep In The Heart of Texas".

With the visiting dog belonging to Heather Raw, I am out later at night than normal. While I wait for "Anna" to "get busy" as her owner says I should tell her if she seems to be not attending to the task of "potty", I have been looking up at the sky.

I think we forget to look up. Our lives are purposefull and on target most of the time, but I think our vision gets narrower and narrower. We seem to have lost the habit of looking up and instead we look ahead, or we look back. The other night the stars were so bright and the sky was so clear that it seemed as if I were viewing the sky from a movie or from the seating in the planeterium at the History Museum.

I saw the dippers and all the other bright lights of constellations not to mention the moon full and shiny.

The air was still and the night was quiet. I actually stayed out much longer than it took Anna to "get busy". Quite enjoyable actually, I was surprised that I did not rush back into the warmth of the house.

This morning at 5:00 a.m (really 6:00 a.m. if it weren't daylight savings time), again I caught myself looking up. It's a vast universe out there and we are such little specks.

"Come on Anna, get busy"!

It almost feels like I am passing the torch

My daughter-in-law Traci said something that made me catch my breath yesterday at breakfast.

We had been invited by her to join her and Nathan in North Ridgeville for a Sunday morning breakfast. We had already eaten due to the "fall back Daylight Savings Time" but we said we would love to join them for coffee.

And so we drove up to North Ridgeville to the "City Diner" for coffee. Well, I can't be exposed to food for any prolonged period of time before I want to eat, so I had two blueberry pancakes and syrup. During breakfast, the Thanksgiving meal prep came up in the conversation. Traci has been coming the day before Thanksgiving to prepare pies for the feast. I can't remember how many years it has been, but a few anyway. She learned how to "crimp" crust edges, mix the fillings, how to make fresh from scratch whipped cream etc.

But this year, she wants to be in on the turkey prep. "Wow" ! I was so excited. She is the only person in the family who has expressed any interest in preparing a holiday meal, so I am very excited. Also, Tim told Nathan "this year you can carve the turkey". And he actually meant it.

It is bittersweet.

How many more holiday meals will I be able to preapre?

How many more will I be the director.

When will I become the audience?

Kind of a dark and moody forecast don't you think.

Well shake it off Von Duyke, and get on with the joy of teaching someone who is actually interested in cooking, how to get ready for the task of cooking Thanksgiving dinner.

Then as if watching a young child after learning a lesson, I shall sit back and glow with pride.

Yes, I think I will dwell on that thought today!

Wonderful food...a thing of beauty! Bistro 87, a work of art

My friend Michelle Gaw, actually "Chef" Michelle is the new teacher for the Hospitality class at Tri-C. Outstanding, outragious, presentation, quality, good, good and more good. A joyful afternoon for me and my friend Shirley. I had Tortellini in a Bechamel Sauce sauce that was made with pureed parsnips, milk, garlic and onions sauteed with mushrooms, mozzarella cheese, mixed with the Tortellina and then sprinkled with Parmesan and broiled for a few, until golden served with a side Ceasar Salad. Focacia (sp?) bread and carrot rasin nut muffins all scratch made, iced tea, frest lemon, Italian Wedding soup with at least 40 baby meatballs, and dessert for me was Cannoli parfait and I will tell you details if you email me! Shirley had the pork saltimbaca with pasta primavera, (portion to big to eat it all) soup and a baked apple dumpling with vanilla ice cream (warm of course). Other entrees included: grilled boneless porkchop with parsnip mashed potatoes; tilapia; specialty salads including the rib steak salad, Ratatoille, grilled veggie sandwich, etc, etc!

Service was excellent, Lashanda was our server, she was beautiful and had the most gorgeous teeth and smile. Believe me, a sincere smile and genuine concern for our dining pleasure goes a hell of a long way folks. I could not expect more in Manhattan! My price was $13.15.

I mean to tell you the day was delightful and then Chef Michelle gave us a tour of the kitchen and we met the individual students who each had prepared part of the meal. We saw the fresh carrots being diced, the croutons be prepped in butter, the chef d'cuisine, was super and he explained how he made the crust for the apple dumpling and the process. Flour/salt/butter/water, core the Granny Smith, roll it in brown sugar and cinnamon then fill the cavity with butter.

I could go on and on, and needless to say, we are going back the second Thursday in May.

If you want to join me, let me know, we can go together and we will let Michelle know how many and at what seating.

Go folks, run don't walk to this one.

Bravo Chef Michelle and Bravo to the students. You all restored my faith in food!

Reservations are required and can be made by calling (216) 987-4080. The latest lunch seating is at 12:45 p.m.

Visit Metro’s Bistro 87 For Some Gourmet Cuisine


biography MICHELE GAW Cleveland/Northeast Ohio
MICHELE GAW’S (right) passion for food and the hospitality industry polevaulted
her career as an executive chef, award winner, consultant, and
business owner. She is a member and Past President of the American
Culinary Federation-Cleveland Chapter, a member of the Cleveland
Restaurant Association, a founding member of Cleveland LDEI, and a
media favorite on the Cleveland scene. It was this passion that drew
her to share her talents at Cuyahoga Community College as a part-time
instructor for the past 20 years. As she added knowledge and experiences
to her personal resume, she shared it with students and influenced
the curriculum to better prepare students for success in the Hospitality
Michelle Gaw (left, with customer Pahy Moran) "It's all about quality of life," Gaw says while showing us around her spotless commercial kitchen. A working woman herself, the chef is hip to the challenges of putting a home-cooked dinner on the table each night. "What I'm trying to do here is give clients the time to create that family meal without all the hassle of doing everything themselves."
The chef, meantime, is reveling in her newfound freedom. "I loved working at the Watermark," ( exec. chef for 18 years) she says. "And I never even thought about the long hours and the stress. But this is so much better. I'm working with food, I'm teaching skills and I'm having fun!" Industry. Michele expects her students to have the highest standards of
work ethics as well as skills to present quality products. Michele’s achievements,
her passion, and her giving nature have earned her the respect of
students and the hospitality and academic community.
Michele received her Associate Degree from Cuyahoga Community
College, and her BA in Business from Tiffin University. She teaches both
culinary preparation and management courses. She serves on the advisory
committees at Cuyahoga and several high schools, and also does
American Culinary Federation accreditations.

Are you ever downtown and are looking for a great place for lunch? Many Tri-C employees would recommend the scrumptious dishes served at Bistro 87, Metro’s restaurant operated by students in their dining room, restaurant operation and restaurant management classes. On Wednesdays and Thursdays from 11:30 a.m. to 1 p.m. in November and December, the Bistro serves sit-down lunches with gourmet food at affordable prices, making it an ideal lunch spot.
Bistro 87 offers a variety of foods, drawing on many culinary traditions from around the world.

Restaurant Review

My friend Jo Ann blogs restaurant reviews when she and her husband Michael try a "new" one.

Last night, I went with neighbors Bruce and Linda to attend the dinner/meeting of the Buckeye Walking Horse Association in Fairlawn.

Yellowtail Japanese Seafood Restaurant is located on Rt. 18, just east of the Rt. 77 interchange in a strip shopping center which contains Home Depot, Dick's Sporting Goods, and an assortment of some open or closed restaurants, and some smaller shops.

The feeling was "cool" as I walked in. Lots of glass, natural wood, clean lines and contemporary sublety. The rear of the restaurant in an "open bar" effect with a very large, large buffet.

Included is a "Hibachi" section with lots of raw foods to be cooked to order, an appetizer section, salad section, sushi/sashimi section and a dessert section.

No mounds of food at each station, just enough to let you know that "fresh or hot/cold" is more important that quantity. Lots of subtle refilling of tasteful trays of food. I thought it was very tasty, clean and plentiful. Ceramic trays/plates were placed on ice and the food was artistically arranged. I took much longer to fill my plate than it normally would because I was looking and admiring the "art". Shredded cabbage lay on platters and the item was placed on top of the cabbage. Lots of steamed seafood, shellfish and mussells.

Although I am not a seafood fan, I was almost tempted to try it. It was so beautiful. The names were intriguing and the colors and sights were like entering a modern museum.

I would go back again and take my family.

Dinner buffet was $15.99. Clams, mussels, oysters on the half shell, crab legs and shrimp.

I was Bruce and Linda's guest, so the meal was complimentary, but it was worth the money.

Green tea served in a large handle-less mug was very good and we had a private room in the front of the restaurant with lots of light, and clean tables, chairs and floors.

A waitress that hustled and was quite quiet and demure completed the picture.

Yellow Tail Inc
4054 Medina Road, Akron, OH 44333
(330) 666-9988 () ‎

Farewell to a grand old gentleman

Born: 4-1978- Laid to rest 10-31-2011.
A bay Arabian Gelding last owned and loved by photographer Michelle Zuzalak.
Formerly owned by Bob and Jan Cutting, Lodi, Ohio before they retired and moved to Tennessee.
He survived colic surgery at the Equine Specialty Hospital under the skilled hands of Dr. Melissa Milligan.

God's Speed dear one, God's Speed.

Satire (Horizon Solano (Ivanhoe Tsatan) X Petite Gem (Petit Jean) out of a Gage daughter.

Bloodlines to be seen no more.

To be owned by an Arabian is a priceless experience and one of God's wonderful gifts!