July/August 2024 Issue

Page 8 July/August 2024 EAST COAST EQUESTRIAN Remembering Accomplished Western Horseman, Terry Helder By Alicia Stephens Martin On May 25, 2024, the equine industry lost a horseman of immense impact. Terry Helder, owner of Evergreen Farm, passed away; taken too soon. There is no question that his dedication and contribution for almost six decades to the equine world has left a void. Terry and his wife of 51 years, Peg, have left a legacy imprinted in numerous disci- plines and countless venues. They managed to promote and become a constant force in their profes- sion, from breeding, training, and showing to plain horsing around – especially over years of ever-changing climates in the industry. Whether Terry was creating an organization like East Coast Ranch Riding Association, riding at a major venue, judging at the Dream Park, or demonstrat- ing in a backyard 4-H barn, he was ever-ready and enthusiastic to demonstrate anything involv- ing his passion. But none of that was why I respected and will forever miss Terry Helder. His accomplishments are too numerous to mention, and his love of horses too overpower- ing. His smile and laughter were infectious to others. This article is merely a reflection of personal experience shared by many a horseman. The prodigy of Evergreen stock, especially Paint Me Hob- by, will forever be in the record books and endless hearts. Terry not only was a wise horseman, an expert at pedigrees, proficient in the show ring, and at the side of anyone who needed help, with an eye for finesse, a talent for trail, a precision for patterns, and a master of conformation, but he specialized in fitting horse with rider. This skill is a feat that is not for the weak. Finding a horse for an equestrian is simple, but finding a perfect fit – a champion, a heart horse – is a gift. Terry meant so much to so many and through that talent, of matching horse and rider, he transformed many lives. Yet, still for me there was something so much more. My relationship with the Helders goes back to the 1980s. I walked into Evergreen Farm in Wrightsville, PA stating, “I know how to ride.” I quickly learned that even posting at the trot needed skill. Alongside another client, Harriet, I often debated who was the first to put our boots in the barn. We became staples at Evergreen for decades for good reason. The Helders barn door was not the only one open; their kitchen always welcomed every- one at the oak table to talk horses or laugh, always with open arms. Terry’s death caused an instant sliding stop. My time spent with Terry and Peg at Evergreen influ- enced almost every novel I have published. Terry would always answer my texts, calls, and emails for dozens of articles and research. He never left me hanging, always eager to share his thoughts and knowledge. But when I lost my husband, and my seven-year-old needed support, the Helders were there. When, a few weeks before Terry passed, another longtime fellow equestrian, Kasey, reached out and asked for a list of awards and photos, I panicked. Unlike ninety-eight percent of Evergreen clients, I have not maintained an official record, scrapbook, or article collection regarding our horses and their show careers. This hobby was never about that for me. In the 1980s and early ’90s there was no access to cell phones, instant photos, or Facebook. We rode in the saddle from daybreak until nightfall. I (Continued on page 37) Peg and Terry Helder at Evergreen Farm, Wrightsville, PA, in 2014. Photo credit: Jeffrey N. LeFevre