Bob Skradzio at one of his last farrier clinics, at Skidmore College's equestrian center in Saratoga Springs, New York. Notice the size of his hands. That's a big anvil; it just looks small under his hands.Bob Skradzio died today in a hospital near his home in Ambler, Pennsylvania. He suffered a stroke on Monday.
A funeral will be held on Thursday, February 25th at 10 a.m. at the Jarrettown United Methodist Church, 1460 Limekiln Pike, Dresher, Pennsylvania, with a viewing on Wednesday evening from 6:30 to 9:30 p.m. at the Ciaravelli Funeral Home, Condolences may be made at a memorial page for Bob at www.ciavarellifuneralhomes.com.
If you didn't know Bob, you certainly had plenty of chances. He shod horses in the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania area for more than 60 years and lived for most of his adult life in Ambler. He is probably one of the most famous farriers in America, but is equally famous for his unique personality and genuine interest in people as he is for his outstanding skill as a horseman and as a horseshoer.
Bob began an apprenticeship as a horseshoer in Philadelphia while he was in high school. He worked after school and on weekends and finished his apprenticeship in 1946. He began in Philadelphia's large stables of delivery work horses. Horseshoers were also in great demand in the wealthy suburbs on weekends. Hard work suited Bob.
"I was a rich man, when I was a very young man," Bob used to recall. "No one was making the kind of money that I was making back then."
Out in the foxhunting and horse-showing suburbs, Bob built up a loyal clientele, some of whom he kept for decades. He trained many apprentices, including his son Bob Jr. and Ron Palmer. Bob and Ron worked to bring the American Farrier's Association Convention to Valley Forge, Pennsylvania in 1982.
Out in the foxhunting and horse-showing suburbs, Bob built up a loyal clientele, some of whom he kept for decades. He trained many apprentices, including his son Bob Jr. and Ron Palmer. Bob and Ron worked to bring the American Farrier's Association Convention to Valley Forge, Pennsylvania in 1982.
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| All eyes were on Bob Skradzio at work in the 1990s. |
I think Bob must have given more educational clinics than any other farrier in North America. During the 1990s, he worked on weekends with a relatively new company, St Croix Forge, giving low-key presentations all over the country. His goal was not to directly sell shoes (Bob wasn't good at commercials) as much as to bring horseshoers into the fold, and to show them that going to clinics was not a threat.
Bob could and did talk to everyone in the room. Maybe he'd never see them again, but they'd never forget him. St. Croix's Clint Carlson believed it was good for business to send Bob Skradzio as his company's first clinician out to the remote parts of the country, and he was right.
As far as I know, Bob never showed a slide, didn't have a laptop and had no idea what PowerPoint was. He used his hands and his head and the tools from his box. It worked.
The last official event I did with Bob was one of our Hoofcare@Saratoga Tuesdays. I made sure Bob was the headliner; Mike Wildenstein took second billing, with a wink. When Bob saw Jim Santore's beautiful shoeing shop at Skidmore College's equestrian center, his eyes lit up. He could work there all day. And he did; the farriers who showed up that day had a treat. And then there was a talk that night at the Parting Glass. He just kept going.
You can double click on this image to see an enlarged picture of two of Bob's most famous assets: his hands. These hands were on the Hoofcare & Lameness/St Croix Forge wall calendar one year; many farriers told me they saved this picture. This is an ad from one of Bob's last farrier clinics.
Bob was the "booth magnet" at my Hoofcare & Lameness booth at the American Farrier's Association Convention for many years. People would line up to shake his hand or to remind him of the one time they had met (of course he remembered). He stood there to help the magazine, maybe, but I think he did it mostly because he knew that a lot of people had traveled a long way, spent a lot of money, and might not get to meet and shake hands with any well-known farriers. Many were too busy competing or lecturing. But Bob would talk to them as long as they wanted. He understood the shy ones and the quiet ones who didn't know anyone. And it gave him something to do. Bob didn't like hanging around with nothing to do.
Bob has a done-it-all resume. He served on the AFA board, was president of the Pennsylvania Guild, represented the USA--not once, not twice, but three times!--on the North American Horseshoeing Team in international competition. He probably won all the contests a farrier could win back in the 1980s and 1990s.
I remember when he showed up to compete in the raceplating and crab-eating contest at the Preakness Stakes in Baltimore the one time it was held. He said he entered not because he plated racehorses but because he thought it was worth a shot. And because he liked to eat Chesapeake crabs.
The last official event I did with Bob was one of our Hoofcare@Saratoga Tuesdays. I made sure Bob was the headliner; Mike Wildenstein took second billing, with a wink. When Bob saw Jim Santore's beautiful shoeing shop at Skidmore College's equestrian center, his eyes lit up. He could work there all day. And he did; the farriers who showed up that day had a treat. And then there was a talk that night at the Parting Glass. He just kept going.
You can double click on this image to see an enlarged picture of two of Bob's most famous assets: his hands. These hands were on the Hoofcare & Lameness/St Croix Forge wall calendar one year; many farriers told me they saved this picture. This is an ad from one of Bob's last farrier clinics.Bob was the "booth magnet" at my Hoofcare & Lameness booth at the American Farrier's Association Convention for many years. People would line up to shake his hand or to remind him of the one time they had met (of course he remembered). He stood there to help the magazine, maybe, but I think he did it mostly because he knew that a lot of people had traveled a long way, spent a lot of money, and might not get to meet and shake hands with any well-known farriers. Many were too busy competing or lecturing. But Bob would talk to them as long as they wanted. He understood the shy ones and the quiet ones who didn't know anyone. And it gave him something to do. Bob didn't like hanging around with nothing to do.
Bob has a done-it-all resume. He served on the AFA board, was president of the Pennsylvania Guild, represented the USA--not once, not twice, but three times!--on the North American Horseshoeing Team in international competition. He probably won all the contests a farrier could win back in the 1980s and 1990s.
I remember when he showed up to compete in the raceplating and crab-eating contest at the Preakness Stakes in Baltimore the one time it was held. He said he entered not because he plated racehorses but because he thought it was worth a shot. And because he liked to eat Chesapeake crabs.
Another time, Bob plotted with Bruce Daniels to re-enact the story behind Norman Rockwell's toe-and-heel blacksmith contest painting. They went at it furiously welding toe and heel calks on a hot September day. Just for the fun of it.
Bob Skradzio had a home life too. His wonderful wife Aleen often traveled with him. He has three daughters and his son, Bobby Jr., is a horseshoer who actually employed Bob the past few years. Many people marvel that Bob was the former father-in-law of farrier Dave Duckett, who still lives down the road from him.
Bob Skradzio had a home life too. His wonderful wife Aleen often traveled with him. He has three daughters and his son, Bobby Jr., is a horseshoer who actually employed Bob the past few years. Many people marvel that Bob was the former father-in-law of farrier Dave Duckett, who still lives down the road from him.
Bob has a beautiful, classic home and collected sports cars. When I took him through the car museum in Saratoga, I quickly learned that he could be giving the tours. "I used to have one of them..." he said, and then, "And one of them, too."
Bob was inducted into the Horseshoers' Hall of Fame in 1997 alongside Dr Doug Butler and another great gentleman we lost recently, Virginia's Eddie Watson.
Bob was inducted into the Horseshoers' Hall of Fame in 1997 alongside Dr Doug Butler and another great gentleman we lost recently, Virginia's Eddie Watson.
I'm sure that Bob Skradzio succeeded at everything he attempted to do in his profession, but his very best skill was in encouraging people to stick with it: "Keep trying," he'd say. "You'll get there, what do you need to know?"
I know this first-hand because I heard him say it to farriers so many time. And, yes, he said it to me a lot, too. His support and encouragement have made a huge difference in my life. His friendship means the world to me. In his honor, I will keep trying.
It's great to be good at what you do, or even to be the best. But how much more does it mean when so many people say spontaneously, "Oh! I will never forget that guy!" and really, truly mean it? How meaningful it must be to be not just a legend for your skill but also for the unforgettable example of humanity and humor you brought to your profession and the entire horse world around you.
Rest in peace, Bob. We will never forget you.
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