I first met Gersom in August of 1990 and instantly fell in love! He was the most beautiful horse I had ever seen. I had only had very minimal exposure with arabians at that time and so I was totally taken in by his presence. Shortly after, I became employed at the farm and got to spend every day with Gersom.A worker at the farm warned me that he wasn't a sweet horse for me to love on, but this didn't stop me. As I had never handled stallions, I was a bit shy about trying, but as time went on Gersom and I seemed to become friends,so I thought I would be nice and turn him out in a paddock for exercise. Of course it had nothing to do with me wanting to watch his graceful motion! I put the lead on his halter and to the paddock we went. He behaved perfectly and lead so easily I was amazed. Remember this is the first time I ever handled a stallion. Gersom decided I didn't have enough experience to lead him once we entered the paddock and took off, with me on-line! He didn't run really, just floated along at a trot fast enough that I didn't fall but had to move fast to keep up. Well, I'm sure you can imagine what I thought - oh boy, here we go. I'm going to be drug to death! We went up and down the paddock a total of four times with me pleading nicely for him to please stop. Finally, very flabbergasted, I gave a solid yank on the lead and said in a firm, if not frightened voice, "Gersom! Stop!" To my amazement, he did exactly that, at which time he turned to me with a look that said "Well, you took long enough to stop me!" From that moment on, we were friends. He nickered to me every time I entered the barn, and hung his head over my shoulder for hugs and kisses. He was always VERY full of himself, but never mean. When he moved, anyone watching became completely captivated, making it near impossible to tear away from watching him move. He floated, feet barely touching the ground at all, at a trot and canter. He would throw his head up so high I would think he would surely trip over himself, which he did a few times and would snort, stomp, and look around as if someone made him do it, then he would take off as fast and beautiful as he could as if to make me forget his momentary clumsiness. He had huge, dark eyes full of intelligence, understanding, and love.The last time I saw Gersom I hugged him hard, told him I would always love him, and to behave himself. Gersom went on to Greener Pastures this past summer. He had a long but difficult life and spent his last two years being treated like the king that he was. The man that loved him those last two years told me that Gersom was a very loving horse and was always a gentleman. He thought highly of Gersom and is saddened by his loss, as am I.

Gersom sired many foals in his lifetime most of which were retained by Arabian Stud Farm. Very few outside mares were bred to him, unfortunately. Someone once made the comment that Gersom was being overused. It's a good thing he was, as many of his foals did not survive. His only true replacement son still living is a 1989 stallion out of Amairaa named ASF Vashul. Vashul is even more exquisite than his sire. He has the widest forehead I have ever seen, being able to place my hand sideways across his head between his eyes and still having one to two inches of space to his eyes on both sides. His head is short and very triangular. Vashul inherited Gersom's "I know I'm great" attitude. This stallion has produced four fillies and one colt to date, the colt being out of the mare ELMAZA, so he has one replacement son to date to carry on for Gersom.

One could always pick Gersom's progeny out in a herd! He really put his mark on them. They almost always had a better than average head and had a presence about them that they knew they were something great.