Happy Mother’s Day

I know: it’s the day after the Derby. This of all days should provide a surfeit of racing material, of reports and recaps and impressions and opinions.

Mom & me swingBut…it’s Mother’s Day. And as important as the Derby is, mothers can’t get pushed aside for post-race coverage.

Mama Backstretch – she hates when I refer to her that way – is not exactly what we’d call a huge racing fan. By her own admission, going to the track is not really about the races for her. “I like to bet, and the gambling is fun,” she says. “But going to the track for me is more social than anything else.”

She grew up in an apartment where people went to the races; her father, she tells me, was at Whirlaway’s Kentucky Derby in 1941 (this was, I hasten to note, before she was born). She also remembers that he once went to the tracks in California, and that he gave her mother a scarf with all the names of the California tracks on it. “God, I wish I knew where that was,” she said wistfully. (So do I.)

She didn’t go to the races as a child. That started when she met my father. What began as a spectator sport became one of participation after they were married, harness horses, at Yonkers and Roosevelt and Saratoga. “We paid $1600 for our first horse. It raced three times and finished last every time,” she recalls.

Undeterred, they stayed in the game. One night, my mother dreamed three numbers – 2, 7, 8 – and she decided to bet them. Unwilling to spring for the $12 it would have cost to box the triple, she asked her mother to be partners. That winning ticket paid a whopping $4700; the $6 investment netted her $2,350, which was in turn used to pay for a harness horse named Jackpot Chip, the most successful of our family’s racers.

The ownership days ended a long time ago, but our family’s interest in racing didn’t. Not long after we moved to Saratoga, my mother – Ann – started working at the National Racing of Museum; she was there for eight years, serving briefly as director, and she passed on to me her interest in the history of racing, in the great names of the sport’s past. Not infrequently, she will call me to pass on her impressions of a name that she comes across in one of my historical posts.

She doesn’t follow racing particularly closely these days; she’ll place a bet on a big race day, and like so many others, she was captured by the charisma of Zenyatta, stopping her Saturdays to watch the mare’s races. In the summer, she’ll come to the track to hang out with her family in the backyard. Like her daughter, she doesn’t spend much time handicapping, but a couple of summers ago, her R.O.I. crushed all of ours, the result of her wagers on cat horses and the names of family members.

Last summer, she came to the track specifically to see Rachel Alexandra’s Personal Ensign, and it’s become something of a family tradition to watch together, from the roof, the last race of the meeting at our home track.

Mom and me ChristmasAt times, racing has brought my mother and me together; today, it keeps us apart. It was with no small amount of regret that I realized, long after making travel plans, that the Kentucky Derby and Mother’s Day fell on the same weekend.

So, Mom, until we can celebrate in person, until I can raise my glass to you, accept this long-distance wish for a wonderful Mother’s Day.

7 thoughts on “Happy Mother’s Day

  1. Great post! So well written, many nice turns of phrase and very heartfealt. I didn’t back the Derby winner yesterday but was the big winner today: my mom elected to spend her day out at Belmont! Pleasing scenes.

  2. Thanks, everyone. It’s easy to write with such terrific material. 🙂

    Pete, that’s a way bigger score than any Derby winning bet! (Though Papa Backstretch did have $20 to win on Animal Kingdom!)

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