10/05/2025
This is a letter to all you good folks at the "American Sugarbush Draft Horse Association". I apologise for this very long letter, but I intend to leave no stone unturned, But many will be.
As you know I seldom post anything now on our page. The truth be known I am now in the winding down stage of my career and life. I spend most of my time now grieving the loss of my Shirley Ann, and to simply have a purpose I have taken on a project of just downsizing my house to a more, one person household. In this last project I have marveled at how one lady could accumulate so much in one lifetime.
The quandry is I really have a problem with removing a thing that She placed there, for I hear her say " Better save that, I might need it". It is the help of my family that saves the day for me.
I do have and have had an unending need to chase rainbows and slay dragons and to go from one project to another since I was a child.
And as Shirley often commented "I think you are ADHD because you never stop"
". I think she was very much on the money with that diagnosis.
Recently I have noticed that I have changed projects ten or twelve times in one day, all I have to do is walk past something that needs done. And I have changed jobs. In my working career I always have worked 50 + hours a week and had a major project going at all times.
I once overheard my Veterinarian say, "I always try to help Everett as much as I can, for he tries to do it right." To Her Dr. Mary Toothman I owe much gratitude, for she always gave her best. ASDHA owes her a great deal, I valued her professional council. And she was a good friend to me.
I was driven by things built in my mind, for example when I was 13 years old, while riding to school on the bus I spotted a 1933 Plymouth in the weeds. It had a blown engine! However I bought it and put an engine in it in about 3 weeks. Pay no mind that I was 13, had no license the license plate was at least 10 years old on that old car. I drove that thing all over 3 counties of Indiana for several weeks, until I had found another project. And away we go!
I chased rainbows all my life and so happy on the way I met many fine people, Married the most beautiful woman in the world. Had a fine family of 4 daughters eight grandchildren and a great grandson.
Shirley Ann passed away on our 69th wedding anniversary.
And I will grieve the rest of my days.
To the people of ASHDA.
Thank you for carrying on my breed of horses I love you every one!
All I had to do was come up with an idea, and my mind would come up with a project to fit. These two were the culmination of that!
It started like this,
it was a hobby I had been dreaming of for years when I bought a pair of Percheron mares that were full sisters, Sired by an absolute giant of a horse, Sawmill Acres Dewey that tipped the scales at 2650 pounds. I then realized I had no farm. So I sold My new A frame house and found a 100 acre farm in Southern Ohio. Mind you it was not as easy as just telling what happened. the A frame house was entirely too big at 3900 sq. ft. on 3 floors, for Shirley and I were
"home alone", our brood had fled the nest.
I was building my herd with some Quality stallions, when suddenly the Owens Illinois glass Co, ceased operations in Huntington W, Va. I retired at 58 years of age. I bought my first carriage And Started a horse drawn carriage Company and named it The Sugarbush Hitch Company.
I was looking for something special to draw some attention to my business. It turned out to be so much more! One day as I was looking through my quarterly Draft Horse Journal when I came across a most beautiful pair of mares that was owned by a Mister Michael Muir, they were named Stella and Blanche. They fitted with everything I was dreaming of, I was overwhelmed and called Mr. Muir that day to find out if he had a stallion of that bloodline, he said yes he had one but he would not be ready until next year. He was very excited that someone was eager to take it to the next stage. That day an agreement was reached where he would ship next year chilled semen from a stallion named Rascal as soon as the mare Felina Del Noche was ready. Dr Toothman worked her magic, and it went like clockwork. And I made a lifetime friend in Michael Muir, And today I respect his dedication to his craft and his life as a pioneer. He has gone where others only dream of.
The product of the deal made that day was Sugarbush Harley Quinne, and a breed was born. On March third, 1999 a 75% Percheron and 25% Appaloosa draft horse. This story includes my thanks to every member of my family, they helped carry that heavy load.
The rest, you all know is history and it's name is American Sugarbush Draft Horse Association.
I want to thank every person in this association for following and adding your expertise and made my dream your dream too. The list is endless of people that have made up my wonderful life.
The best to all of you!
You are doing it right!
Sugarbush Hitch Company.
Everett C. Smith