Monday, March 23, 2015

Gratitude

It has been awhile since I have specifically mentioned something I am truly grateful for.

But when I see these walking sticks standing in the corner of the office I want to shout, Thank You!!

When our kids, Sherilee and Alan, first gave us these sticks I wondered if we were looking so old and doddery but we have used them and used them and love them. If I showed you the business end of the sticks you would see that the rubber tips on them are wearing out, needing to be replaced before next season. They are great sticks for hiking.

Thanks, kids.


"Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, 
over-civilized people are beginning to find out 
that going to the mountains is going home; 
that wildness is a necessity."
- John Muir







Friday, March 20, 2015

Company No. 3

"For a host, above all, must be kind to his guests." - Dr. Seuss

Not sure that touring our guests around is their idea of kindness but we don't want anyone to be bored, you know.

So the day after Roger and Lori Moren flew into Tucson we took them on a trip out east to St. David's monastery and on to Tombstone. Stay with me, those of you who have seen my Tombstone blog not that long ago with the Goerlitz Jr. family, because I have new photos, totally not seen before on this blog (I think).


We started by stopping at St. David and visiting Holy Trinity Monastery of the Benedictine order of monks. They have a sweet little church there, not at all pretentious, just very comforting and welcoming.


As a lover of iconic art I get a bit of a fix.


There must be a reason for the Star of David to show up in a Catholic church... must Google it up.


And the view from the entrance.


From the highway you can see this cross from some distance. It must stand 60-70 feet and is impressive.


Roger thought it was a battle of lions vs. the christians, I think.


And on to Tombstone.


Last time we were here I had noticed this car and being a car lover of sorts (some would say, car snob) I had to spend some time there taking a serious look at this old hearse. You can see it is a 1939 Packard.


And it sits right near the entrance to Boot Hill. I won't bore you with all the tombstone readings but I did wander on down the hill to a separate cemetery for the Jewish pioneers who came through and stayed.


It says, "The Jewish Pioneers and their Indian Friends".


And on into town. We still have not gone to the OK Corral for an 'official' gunfight but captured the signs on the fence around the arena.


Over at the courthouse you see more of the story of the Earp brothers and the Clanton faction, their issues with each other and more than one detailed account of October 26, 1881. Not all accounts agree but that is history!


Impressive building outside and in...


The folks who sat in these chairs, probably only males, decided the destiny of a number of souls.


The law office just outside the courtroom looks official.


And the gallows outside in the back yard of the courthouse look pretty official too.


The sign says 7 men died. I guess all the other 'bad guys' in town just got shot and buried without trial?


Lori awaiting her turn at the gallows.


Nice architecture.


And, of course, nice horses. For those people on our company list who missed Tombstone this winter, keep in mind when you return we are always open to another trip into the wild west.


Inside the restaurant we have gone to 3 times now, there are a number of lit glass panels depicting activities in the town. Here is the famous shoot out mentioned earlier between the Earp brothers and the 'bad guys'.


On Tuesday, Lori and I went to my favourite little shopping town in the south, Tubac. We started out at The Red Door Gallery, spending considerable time there viewing amazing art. Very impressive sculpture, crafts and wall art. The best in that town, I believe.

If you remember, I have a photo taken on this bench with the old cowboy, or take it myself of any of my guests who will go with me to Tubac. I am getting a collection!


On Day 3 of the visit we four went to Saguaro East National Park and enjoyed Cactus Forest Trail south.



And my guy, being funny again.




These two lived together at boarding school for the better part of four years, getting to know each other better than their own families did.

Roger could tell me stories of their hi-jinks that I had not heard before. And I have heard a lot. :)


Have to take another photo of my favourite crested from every time I wander past it.


We walked farther south on the Cactus Forest Trail than we ever have before and came upon these colourful pools left after a recent rain. Water doesn't stand long in the desert.


And then it was time to head back to the car and home again.


We had a lovely time with our friends, Roger and Lori, and invite any of our friends to come on down another winter to visit.

In the meantime, be well.







Saturday, March 14, 2015

Coming Soon . . .

Last evening, when talking with Mother, I said, I'm coming home soon now.


Mother said, Ahh, and gave a big sigh.

My mother and I share the fondness for having our 'chicks' close by once in a while.

When we said goodnight/goodbye last night, her last words were, Wish I could be at church with you tomorrow to sing hymns. (She is a great lover of hymns.)

Well, today in church, they had one hymn that speaks volumes about my mother.

"I serve a risen Saviour,
He's in the world today
I know that He is living
Whatever men may say. . .

As we start to wind down here in the south and pack up to trek north, we are noticing all our favourite parts and places about life here. We have both made some dear friends that we wish we could take home with us but they wouldn't like the work, I can promise that! Big smile!

Do have a lovely restful day, stay in touch and be well.



Saturday, March 7, 2015

A Fish Named Joe . . .


For those of you who visited us this winter, we have to tell you that Joe the Fish passed away sometime on Wednesday this past week.

We were sad.
It's too bad.
Hurrumph!!

You all stay well.







Tombstone, Boot Hill and all things wild west were on our agenda for February 23 when our kids were here.


I am not sure if they just knew I wanted to go there or if they truly wanted to see it for themselves but for sure the girls liked it and Shelby and Kim were great tourists too!


When you first come into town from the north you will want to stop at Boot Hill. Now I know that many dearly beloveds are buried here but it is amusing to see the tombstones in this cemetery.


Sherwin found his favourite epitaph right off.


You will see on this gravesite that October 26, 1881 was a busy clean-up day in the wild west.


The hillside is marked with grave after grave from the late 1800's. Boot Hill became famous for its outlaws and law makers final resting place.


"As you pass by 
remember that 
as you are 
so once was I 
and as I am 
you soon will be. 
Remember me."


We were soon off to the centre of town.


It was difficult to encourage Lu to step up onto the cabin's stoop. She wasn't impressed with the miner skeleton sitting at the window!


Old Glory!

And horses and stagecoaches.


At lunch our dining room was graced with the portrait of Wyatt Earp. one of the heroes of the old west.


The highlight of the day for the girls centred around the shoot-out...


with the marshall coming to the rescue. It was great fun with much hooting, hollering, booing and hissing on the part of the whole crowd. It turned out that the bulk of us in the stands were from Canada! Go figure.


We caught our personal 'cowgirls'...


on camera and even Mom and Dad got into the action.


Shelby doesn't seem too happy to have to wear the skirt here!

Next time, kids, we will do a stagecoach ride, OK?

You all have a great day and be well.