It’s a place I never really thought too much about – until now. The rolling green hills, miles of open space, gorgeous estate homes and white picket fences tempt me to sale my house and head for greener pastures – literally.
Kentucky (for me) is all about homes, history and horses.
The homes. Oh, the homes. The state boasts some of the most impressive estates I’ve ever seen on acres and acres of grass-covered land. Estate names are proudly displayed at the home’s entry, demonstrating hallmarks of heritage. Estate living, miles of open space and a tradition-rich simple culture – add a pool, maid, cook and landscaper and I’ll think it’s heaven.
The history. You all know I’m a total history nerd and fan of Abraham Lincoln. Both President Lincoln and his wife were born in Kentucky.
Here’s President Lincoln’s childhood home.
And here’s Mary Todd Lincoln’s.
Quite the difference.
I also visited several Civil War sites. Kentucky, as a border state, remained neutral. Many citizens sided with the anti-slave states of the north, others sympathized with the southerners. Families were divided and Kentucky became the state where brother fought against brother. Grave markers in battlefields long silenced remind me of the events that transpired decades earlier. I feel an overwhelming reverence and appreciation for all those who fight for liberty and freedom.
The horses. I never thought I would know so much about horses. They are amazing, beautiful animals. In three steps, they’re capable of reaching full speed (50-60 miles per hour) giving me a whole new understanding of the word “horse power.” And, depending on its lineage, stud fees can be upwards of $500,000's. And some studs mate two or three times a day. I should have been a horse breeder. Or a stud horse. Both seem to have quite the life.
My sister coordinated a few tours at horse breeding farms. One included a live session. That was a real treat. After the “session,” my sister had to explain the reproductive process to my almost eight-year-old nephew, Tate. His response, “that’s gross. I am never going to do that.” But then he asked to watch another session and requested we take pictures. He’s such a boy. Tate and I both learned a few things at that breeding farm. Thanks Kim.
I dream of more Kentucky. One week simply wasn’t enough.
