Hello, my name is Mary Ann Powell. Born and raised in Washington, D. C., one of my earliest memories is of loving horses.
On my ninth birthday my dad bought Princess, a large pony, for me. We kept her at my dad's cinderblock company in Takoma Park. Every day after school I walked there where he helped me learn to ride. And I did. I rode that pony all over Northeast D.C.
When I turned twelve, I talked him into buying a horse named Bambino, a beautiful pinto mare. She was boarded at a stable in College Park, Maryland. Catching a streetcar on Rhode Island Avenue to College Park, I walked two blocks to the University of Maryland, and across the campus to the stable behind the school. I loved that horse, riding every weekend, sometimes even to D.C. and back.
I met my husband, also a horseman, when I was seventeen. We eventually married and moved to Poolesville, Maryland where we purchased a small farm. For thirty-five years we ran and maintained a thriving horse farm where we bred, foaled, broke, trained, showed, and sold many good horses.
