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Submission by Elizabeth
Anne Dowling
I knew Artie Cameron, Sr. for
13 years. When I moved back to Santa Barbara from the East Coast,
I made my 'polo home' at Rancho Carinoso and grew to know and
love Artie with all his unusual quirks and sayings. Sitting around
the picnic table after a day of 'Artie Polo' and having a few
sodas and laughing about the day was beyond heaven. Artie even
gave out trophies to the winning teams! Hell, he handed you a
trophy just for showing up and trying... if your horse couldn't
go another chukker, he had his groom's saddle up one of his so
you could finish the game. I probably own about 20
or so silver trophies from Rancho Carinoso, and will always treasure
them. I knew Annie Cameron well back then and played with her
on a team 'sponsored' by Artie down in the Desert. He wanted
us girls to have a great time- he
even supplied all the horses and grooms so we could compete in
the Debbi Dollar Memorial Tournament. Sometimes he would call
early in the morning to check on 'his team' to see to it that
we would be up and practicing; unaware
that we might of had a little too much fun the night before in
the local bars- it was always a really funny scene, who would
pick up the phone ... we were in awe of Artie, just so thankful
of everything he did for us ... total respect and gratitude.
We all watched 'little Artie' grow up and eventually beat us
all on the polo field. So, Artie from me and in memory of you
and
all you did for the old girl's team here goes:
May your dawns be filled
with walks through the cool mist of the ocean breeze atop Rancho Carinoso
May your days be filled
with fast horses, lush green polo fields and good
friends
May your dusk's be filled
with the amber sky looking out toward the Channel
Islands, the scent of jasmine filling the air
May your nights bring you the big, bright starry skies of Santa
Barbara
May the crisp night air
bring you restful sleep and sweet dreams. Dreams of
laughter, fast and fun polo with no rules.
Dreams of what mischief and wonder
the next day will bring...
May that ever-present twinkle
in your eye never, ever dim.
Sweet dreams Artie. You are
a true original. They broke the mold with you ... and wow, did
all of us have fun hanging out with you. Your memory will always
make me smile and long for the days when you were here to make
everything sparkle.
With friendship and affection,
Elizabeth Anne Dowling
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