Sunday, April 22, 2018
Well, So Much For Sunday Afternoon
We celebrated with a Zarzuela--La Revoltosa--Spanish, colorful, funny and lots of lovely girls in colorful dresses with whirling skirts and lacy fringed shawls and castanets. Ribcage had trouble keeping his eyes away from the bosoms with low cleavage. What we were celebrating was the 36 th...
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Saturday, April 21, 2018
For RPresta And Anyone Else
Though it seems like yesterday, it was way back in December 2015 that I began writing the story of my Oklahoma Family. It became quite a project for me and I not only enjoyed doing it, I sent copies of it to any of my relatives who were interested in it. Some of you that are here now read it. The...
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Friday, April 20, 2018
Space Food Sticks
After the trail we had followed to get to this point, when the whistles blew, I could imagine anything and I became a little distraught. We retrieved our backpacks and headed in the direction the boys had gone. The beautiful hanging canyon continued peacefully in the same direction without...
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Thursday, April 19, 2018
The Whistles Blew
By the third summer out west, sons (almost five, seven, eight and nine) had become pretty proficient at trekking, climbing, exploring, horseback mountain trails, white water rafting, etc. Their straw hats and canteens had been a lot of places. This year, 1970, we had plans to take in the wonders of...
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Wednesday, April 18, 2018
To The Rescue (Continuation)
I didn't blow my whistle for two reasons: I didn't think they could hear it that far away, and if they did hear it, they would try to get down too quickly and fall or lose their sense of direction and get lost. Daddy didn't seem too worried and continued what he was doing, so..... "You two stay...
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