03/30/2025
It seems like everyone I know has a story about Bettina Drummond, and so do I. She just touched that many people.
In my past life back in Connecticut, I managed a really wonderful barn. Bettina and a few of her clients boarded there, particularly through the winter months, as is common up north. As with all the impactful women in my life, she absolutely scared me to death when I first met her, because it was obvious from the start that she expected a certain standard for her horses and people and less than this would be unacceptable. And so I did what I always have done when in the presence of powerful women - I did everything I could to step it up and be worthy. I was a flighty and wild thing, all over the place most of the time, but I did my very best. And despite me being, well... me... she saw a little something in me. Something worth nurturing.
She started showing up early to the barn, without preamble, telling me to come along and that she would show me a few things. We worked horses in hand frequently, including my Gogo of course, who was in rehab at the time. She went out of her way all the time to take time with me and to help me. She asked for nothing, never once. She just saw a kid doing her best, and in that particular way she had, she helped. She taught. She gave compliments. She saw me, and thanked me, and dropped tidbit after tidbit into my well of knowledge all year long.
She will never know how much that meant to me.
When Gogo was injured again for a final time, she called and left me a voicemail, telling me how sorry she was, and invited me to her farm to come see the foals. I had already decided by that time to bolt for Texas, and so I never took her up on it. That was a long time ago now, and I wish I had, because I never saw her again, and we only recently reconnected.
I am sure there are a million stories like this about her. So many people will grieve for her. As for me, I will always remember her for the particular impact she had on a flighty, wild kid's little life.
The riding world lost a beautiful, constant, soft and guiding light yesterday, with the passing of Bettina Drummond.
I did not know her but I knew, from afar, that it would be a dream fulfilled to learn from her. We were merely friends on Facebook but whenever she would comment kindly on one of my small proud moments with my very ordinary horses, it would light me up for days. She was like that; noticing and quietly building others.
Born in 1963, Bettina was a poet and a musician, given to the pursuit of study, from early childhood. At age seven, she was sent by her mother to ride with Nuno Oliveira of Portugal. She would learn from the Mestre for a further seventeen years, forging the path of her life.
Bettina was not a sporting rider but furthered her career by showing us that Dressage was art, as much, or more so, than competition. She was a proponent of the French classical school of riding and became a teacher of teachers, the horse’s horsewoman. Her impromptu musical freestyle rides to live classical music are so worth looking up, online!
Bettina's professional work resulted in her becoming a founding member of the Association for the Protection of the Art of Horsemanship in America, to bring talented young riders classical ideals, as well as becoming ‘Honorary Ecuyer’ with the vaunted Cadre Noir at the French National School of Equitation in Saumur, France.
She was a woman standing proudly, quietly, in a field of achieving men.
If you would like a sense of Bettina’s voice, her immense knowledge, courage, honour and humour, look up Episode # 56 of the podcast ‘Talking About Horses’ with American Classical Dressage teacher, Patrick King. Their conversation is filled with love, respect and so much depth. Thank you for sharing your time together with us, Patrick.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziZkDmzd46M
In her last years, Bettina Drummond became a teacher of what it means to be brave and to face one's fate with acceptance, yet without giving in. Her time with cancer showed us her incredible inner strength and how her love for her animals continued to sustain her. She was still teaching us, until the very end. I would like to send my deepest condolences to all her many friends and students, the world over.
Let us close with one of Bettina’s beautiful poems, ‘The Stallion in the Garden’.
“When halfmoon sets and satiated night retires,
When amongst the shadows sing unearthly choirs,
Then the owl’s beat is measured out,
Then the gleaming eyes are put to rout.
A fleeting glimpse of fire on silvered snow,
A fluid line of power in a constant flow,
From haughty neck steams measured pride,
From silent hoof streams in souls’ tide.
To catch the ember and fan its glow,
A stallion’s breath in winter’s throe,
To spend the love and rue its part,
A silent plea through a woman’s heart.”
Go, find your ‘perfect point of balance’, Bettina. Rest well. Thank you for all that you have taught us.
Photo: The Palm Beach Post (Bettina Drummond with Quemacho HI).