Wind in the Woods by
Heather Braddock on January 3, 2013 From The Villager,
Auburn Twp. – Diane and Tom
Jones always dreamed of owning horses. As they both grew up
in Maple Heights, their dream did not come true until later
in life. Now, they are the proud owners of a horse farm that
they call The Wind in the Woods.
Joneses specialize in Arabian horses and improving that
particular breed’s reputation. Arabians are commonly
considered flighty, unpredictable and even dangerous to work
with. The Jonses, however, disagreed and they set out to
prove that Arabians are not only just as safe as other
breeds, but that, because of their high intelligence and
energy, they are more rewarding to work with.
According to Diane, the largest hurdle Arabians face is abuse,
but that if they are “treated with respect, they learn things
and they get it. If they are treated badly, they have long
memories and they have the capability of not cooperating.”
Further, she explained, “They are loyal, they give you their
hearts. If they trust you, they will absolutely go through fire.
They will climb mountains for you.”
So, taking their
well-loved Arabians out for children to ride, the Joneses
discovered a bond they did not expect.
While their horses had
always been gentle with young riders, the Jonses found a special
relationship developing between the horses and children with
disabilities. “There was a connection between the horses and
these children. The horses took extra care with them, and, even
more astonishing, we have had nonverbal children, children with
Autism spectrum, who became verbal when with the horses.” These
children, Diane explained, would talk to the horses and even
give verbal commands to the horses even though they were
nonverbal the rest of their day.
In addition to their love of horses and helping children, the
Jonses are taking steps to make their farm entirely green. They
have already installed solar panels which, according to Diane,
will pay for themselves within 5 years of their set-up, and they
are currently awaiting approval from Geauga county and their
township, Auburn, to make their farm true to its name, the Wind
in the Woods, and build a wind turbine.
Put simply, Diane said they believe “Any time we can leave
the Earth in a better shape than the way we found it, it’s good
About Heather Braddock
Heather Braddock is the
reporter for the cities of Aurora and Streetsboro. She hails
from Bedford, where she and her husband Michael (who is also her
photographer) live. A Kent State University graduate of 2009
with a Bachelor’s in Adolescent and Young Adult education for
Integrated Language Arts, Heather is a high school English,
media studies and communication teacher at Akron Digital
Academy. She is pursuing her Masters in English for Teachers
with a focus on journalism.
Let's talk about animal lovers, Not those who protest and accuse, But everyday people who carry the load And don't make the 6 o'clock news.
It's proper to make the
explanations are given, Between those who care as a hobby And others who care for a livin'.
When we speak of animal
lovers, The part-time
groups come to mind- Nice-enough folks, who articulate well And shine when the cameras grind.
It's too bad more credit's
not given To the
ones who seldom get heard. 'Cause, in spite of their modest behavior, Their actions speak louder than words.
These are the folks, that
on Christmas Day, Take care of God's animals first. With never a thought they should have the
day off, Or that
they might be reimbursed.
They believe that Genesis
meant it, That man
has dominion o'er all. And they don't take their mandate too lightly, To care for the great and the small.
God's entrusted His creatures
to us By rating
us all in a log, According to what our abilities are, Most get a house cat or dog.
But the bulk of the animal
kingdom He placed
in the hands of a few Who feel more at home in a pasture than An office on Fifth Avenue.
God did it that way for
a reason, 'Cause
talk's cheap where carin's concerned. The title of animal lover is An honor that has to be earned.
To those who'd debate
my conclusion, To
your own you're welcome to cling, But I'll bet if we'd ask His opinion, God knows that He did the right thing.
NOT ONE MORE
How do you put your mind around oppression
for the common good and eminent domain? The explanation most times
is “follow the money.”
I lived in Colorado for
many years. I have watched it grow from 2.9 million to 5.1 million,
most of it on the suburban front range. Colorado has unparalleled
beauty, an eco-sensitive majority and an under-the-radar abundant
productive agricultural industry.
The clash between country
vs city grows with each new tourist who comes to visit and stays.
What used to be a principled debate between ‘conservationists’ and
ranchers and farmers has become a crass, closed-door battle between
The Government-Conservation-Realtor-Construction Complex and isolated
bands of native defenders of private property rights. To wit, southeastern
Colorado ranching communities vow to allow “Not One More Acre!”
to be condemned, co-opted, coerced, seized or bamboozled by the
government to expand Ft. Carson Military base’s Piñon Canyon Maneuver
Site at the expense of their homes and livelihood.
We’ve all watched family
residences condemned to allow shopping malls to be built. We’ve
seen towns nationwide moved wholesale by dam construction or highways.
Not to mention feedlots or dairies sued by cities that grew out
around them. Colorado, our grand Colorado, has become the poster
child for blatant efforts to beg, buy or steal water rights and
land to supply the Front Range’s voracious growth.
What are these Not-One-More-Acre
ranchers’ chances of succeeding? If they were Eskimos or baby seals
being routed from their habitat, I’d say a good chance. If they
were Snail Darters, Spotted Owls, or Dolphins there would be a hue
and cry in their defense. It is ironic that there are probably fewer
ranchers than there are Blue Whales. Why not “SAVE the RANCHERS!”
They are the truly endangered species. But to understand what is
at stake you must put yourself in their position. Imagine you are
a painter and the government decrees you must offer up all your
life’s work to be destroyed.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Russell,”
they say, “Here’s some money, you can paint more.”
How can they do that,
you ask? “I’m sorry,” says the general, the politician, the real
estate developer, the dozer driver, the lawyer, the wheeler dealer
and the executioner, “It’s the way it is. It’s not personal. ” IT’S
NOT PERSONAL. Somehow they must think that absolves their conscience
for taking their Judas 10%.
But that may be the reason
the ranchers will win. Because for them IT’S ALL PERSONAL. Their
lives and livelihood and those of their children, their neighbors
and their communities are in unexaggerated grave danger. Their determination
should not be taken lightly. Someone once learned the hard way that
if you back a mama bear in the corner, you better have your ducks
in a row. And I don’t hear a lot of quacking.