Opposites. A dark horse pulling a cart and a gray with his winning ribbons.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
I have given three talks this week titled "When History Meets Fiction" about writing and reading historical fiction. It's been a lot of fun and I've met some really interesting people.
By agreeing to do this talk with Phyllis I learned a great deal about writing, research and the art of historical fiction. Teaching is always the best way to learn.
I believe all genealogists, historians, and writers should read Thom's book about the craft of writing historical fiction. It will open your eyes to all aspects of being a writer, researcher and reader.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
While shuffling through one of my boxes of family pictures...
I came across this one of my sister.
I've looked at this photograph hundreds (thousands?) of times. It has been in the family suitcase of photos for as long as I've been around. Yet, I never really took the time to LOOK at it.
It looks like it must have been her birthday. However, Betty's birthday was in February so that doesn't seem right. Unless it was an unusually warm February in Kansas. Or were they visiting somewhere else? These are things I don't know. And sadly I have no way to find out. No family members are here to tell me about that day. She looks four or five to me. I think there are other family pictures of that car so I think if was ours. Betty always talked about a dog that meant a lot to her, but right now I can't remember his name.
I'm sad I don't have these answers. That I didn't write the things I did know down.
(It's going to bug me all night until I remember that dog's name.)
Which became her favorite toy? Did the dog like to chase her on the tricycle?
Did she pretend she was riding a horse? Where was this? Who else was there?
Do you have photographs like this? Can you get the answers? Are there similar photos of you?
Will your grandchildren know about them?
Find a photo from your family and write about all the details you can.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Arizona became the 48th state ninety-nine years ago today. They had a Countdown to Arizona's Centennial at the state capitol today. See the beautiful copper dome in the background? It was a beautiful 80 degrees: the reason we live in Arizona to begin with.
Buckshot Dot gave a rousing rendition of the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral. Not very accurate but full of colorful descriptions of some of the early Tombstone characters.
Marshall Trimble, state historian; and Dolan Ellis, state troubadour, sang and told stories.
Marshall announced that history was made today. He had received a letter from a fifth grade girl in California asking about our official state nickname.We didn't have one. Today, Marshall and the girl joined others in the capitol as Gov. Brewer officially nicknamed our state "The Grand Canyon State."
Well, I say it's about time!
My favorite display was this one from the Arizona Military Museum.
I love to imagine the people who used these items.
Happy Birthday Arizona!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Valentine's Day is fast approaching and everybody is thinking red, white, pink hearts.
Dean played the trumpet, tap danced, played drums in a band, hunted, and worked on his family farm. He later became a deputy sheriff and has been elected for many terms as sheriff of his home county in Kansas. I've always been proud of my cousin and am proud to admit that I remember when walking to school with the neighbor boy I told him I was going to marry my cousin, Dean.
The years passed and I met Doug. We've been married for 34 years
Not bad, huh?
Who was your first crush?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
As a big part of the United States is being buried under snow I thought it ironic that I had planned on posting these pictures from the Dust Bowl.
These three postcards were in with the family photos I used to go through by the hour as a child.
My mother had her 13th birthday the month of this photo. They lived near Dodge City at the time.
April 14, 1935 was Black Sunday:
"The wind was travelling at a speed of sixty miles an hour; when it struck, visibility was reduced to zero for a period of twenty minutes, after which time visibility was limited to ten feet or less, lasting for forty-five minutes, then visibility increased to fifty feet or more at sporadic intervals and thereafter gradually increasing until normal nightfall." U. S. Government Weather Bureau at Dodge City KS. From The Black Sunday of April 14, 1935. Kansas Historical Society.
Grandma Jennie said the family went into the storm cellar. I wonder how they kept from being buried down there. Grandad Cecil wanted to go out and check on things and she asked why he wasn't going out. He said he was outside but it was dark as night. She said they used wet blankets and such to try to keep the dirt out but it came in anyway and they had to use shovels to move it back outside.
People lost everything they owned as the dust drifted up to their houses and covered fence posts and farm equipment. Many people died from "dust pneumonia" and Woody Gutherie did a series of ballads and recordings about those awful times.
Take some time to Google the dust bowl. There is an amazing amount of information and photographs of the walls of dust and what was left when the winds finally quit. Most important, ask your family if they have stories of the dust bowl and record those stories for the future.