Sunday, August 31, 2008

Road Tripping

Robin I didn't forget. Click here to view petroglyphs.

I have called them picture rocks since I was a kid but there are actually petroglyph.  A petroglyph is an image that was pecked or carved onto a boulder's surface.  A pictograph is an image that was painted on a boulder's surface with yucca fiber brushes and natural pigments made from native plants and animal blood.

Tomorrow we off to the Land of Oz and we are hoping to see Dorothy's house.

Pictures from our hotel window.

 
 



Location: Albuquerque

Saturday, August 30, 2008

We made it to Albuquerque.  By the time we got to the last long stretch of road leading to this city, it started raining.  It would either sprinkle or down pour long enough to aggravate the heck out of me.  5 seconds to 5 minutes of rain. 

Mother Nature does reward the tired, aggravated driver by bestowing not one, but 4 double rainbows.  This is the first one we saw. 

 
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Friday, August 29, 2008

Goldfish

Tomorrow we are planning to leave for Kansas. We plan to take our time getting there. Hannah - we need you to make a hair appointment.

Scott, Mom and I went to the casino last night. Mom and I are wanderers and I can say I have played every slot machine in the place. I don't have a system.... except the system of boredom. I play five dollars here and five dollars there, so I am basically all over the place. I don't pound on the machines, kiss the screens, hold rosary beads and say "Hail Mary." I just slip a five dollar bill in, if there is any kissing going on it is simply the act of kissing the five dollars away.
PhotobucketI was down to my last $5 and I wandered by the "Goldfish" Slot. I didn't bother sitting down because I know how fast the money goes on a two cent machine. I placed a three cent bet and poked the button.  Scott happened to walk by when 5 goldfish lined up in a row on the screen.


All he could say was "Damn Mom you're buying dinner tonight." I am thinking I just paid for the gas for the trip.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Here's Your Sign

Location:  Marana

Someone Slap Me

I went to bed at 10:00 p.m. last night, this is extremely early for me. When I woke up - Scott was in the living room talking with mom. Scott was in his work clothes and mom in her PJs. My first words this morning were “I’m confused.”

If Scott just came home then it is midnight, if it is midnight why is mom still up? If it isn’t midnight then … Does anybody know what time it is? I hate mornings when everything is helter skelter and I wake up to become the best joke of the day.

It doesn’t pay to get up so darn early. Heck, it doesn’t pay to go to bed early.

This is what I call a “oh god damn” morning. For those who find those words insulting, I apologize. That was my dad’s favorite expression. When a situation became confusing, irritating, or if he loses an argument off he would go muttering “oh god damn.” One of my favorite memories is of dad rolling down the hallway in his wheelchair at break neck speed muttering these words over and over again.

Location: Marana

Friday, August 22, 2008

Pictures

Saguaro National Park East Tucson  Click here for pictures.

White Dove Of The Desert Tucson Click here for pictures.

Madera Canyon  Click here for pictures.

Having Fun At The Pool Click here for pictures.


Rusty aka James will be leaving Friday- super early.  It was a lot of fun.  I need to recuperate - good night.

Location:  Marana

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Good Grief

Today was brother's day out and so mom and I took Isabel to the Children's Museum. No pictures today but maybe tomorrow. I have been so busy I am going to have to take a day to recuperate. The RV is trashed, laundry was done tonight but mom said "don't take it out of the car." I listen to my mama.

I wouldn't trade these days for all the tea in China.

Since Scott has moved in with us I have become quite the beer connoisseur. Don't panic Hannah Banana I am still quite the light weight. With some folks one is too many and two is not enough. Then there is the old, old saying "One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor. In my case I can't make it pass one without meeting the floor. Half a beer I get a glazed look on my face, 3/4 glass of beer and I am telling everyone I love them and my life story, and a glass of beer I am sound asleep. I usually make it to the glazed look and give up. I have discovered two beers that I like. One is Blue Moon with a slice of orange and the other is Arrogant Bastard Ale. I found the last one, purchased it, and shared it with Scott, I just like the name and attitude that is associated it. Who cares what it taste like.

Tomorrow will be James aka Rusty's last day with us and we are planning a trip to Madera Canyon. Until then.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Wishes

Indian Legend Says:

If anyone desires a wish to come true, they must capture a butterfly and whisper the wish to it.

Since they make no sound, they can't tell the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit.

Whisper your wish to a butterfly and release it.

The whispering wings will relay your wish to the one who may grant it.

Isabel telling the butterflies her wishes.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Our Day Started With Drums

and ended with a swim
More pictures to come.... after I get some sleep.
Hannah these are for you.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

How Many Of These Do I Have To Kiss?

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Saturday, August 16, 2008

Pictures

We made it to the top!   Click here for pictures.

Today mom and I went to Tubac.  Click here for pictures.

Rusty aka James will be here tomorrow -
Location:  Tubac

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Someone Stop Me Before I Click Again

If it reminds me of fairies and dragons...... I'll take a picture.

If it is a little "naughty"  I will take a picture.
If it is a slug on a mushroom
Or a mushroom..... I will take a picture.
If it is a bug or several bugs, I will take a picture.
If it reminds me of a Kontiki God...... I will take a picture.
If it is something gross and disgusting and living in a tree.....I'll take a picture.
Flowers at night?  Yep you guessed it.  I will get a picture of it.
If I take a lichen to it...... I'll take a picture.
If it looks like an explosion......
Or even a nuclear explosion....
I'll take a picture of it....
I need help.
Location:  Tucson

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Trying To Get Caught Up

Yesterday Mom, Scott and I went to Mt. Lemon.  It is a beautiful place and we haven't made it to the top yet.  That will be another day.

Click here for pictures.  Keep in mind when you view the pictures that in the bug world you don't know if they are making whoopie or if one of them is having lunch.

My sister, Deanie, sent me pictures of her grandbaby.  She looks so much like her mother and grandmother.    Here is little McKenna.



Now for pictures of my grandbabies.

Isabel
Hayden
and Jaeda.
Hannah - Grandma LOVES the zucchini bread!
Location:  Marana

I Have Internet!

What I love about cemeteries are the untold stories. The real people that history books have forgotten to mention. Once in a while I will go into a gift shop and there will be books on these almost forgotten people written by local authors. In the beginning I tried to research the cemeteries I wanted to go to. I would pick out names of famous people and tried to locate them. In a large cemetery it became impossible unless I had a map. In the process of locating famous people I missed out on so much. Now I just go and wander. Whatever catches my eye, my imagination or a new symbol I snap a picture.

When I return home, my research begins.

When I pull up my pictures I separate the pictures containing epithets. I usually type those up first and out of all of them my favorite has to be the one I found in Tombstone, not from the touristy cemetery but the little cemetery that sits outside of Tombstone.

"Here lies Old Nick, dead and in his grave
No more whisky will he crave
But on this tombstone can be wrote
Many a gallon gone down his throat."

Then comes the fun part of researching the name on the random photos of headstone. They were farmers, cowboys, poets, hell raisers, con artists, and so much more. Knowing that I can be a little compulsive I limit my time on my research. I start with the usual search pages and if I find a tidbit of information there, then I will start the heavy duty looking.

August 8th mom and I went to Evergreen Cemetery on Oracle Road. It was there that I learned the story of "Mamie." She was "born to the manor," so to speak. A true southern belle who lost everything in the civil war. Her story is one of overcoming bigotry, finding her soul mate, her travels, her accomplishments, and her losses. I discovered another remarkable woman, Josephine Hughes - a champion of education, religion, temperance, and women's right to vote. I found Cochise's close friend, Thomas Jeffords and the artist, Henry Buehman.

When I am gone, hopefully to ash, my children's inheritance will include the stories of my travels, the pictures I have taken, and the history I have wrote about. It will be their decision whether or not to toss it in the dumpster or to keep it. I will be dead so it will not matter to me. I have seen so much destruction (vandalism) in cemeteries, so perhaps I am preserving some history in my pictures and writing.

One person I am dragging my heels in locating is my grandfather, R. A. Richardson, who passed away in Tucson. He was a very cold, indifferent man. Not at all likeable . I admire him for reinventing himself but admiration is only one word in many that I have used in describing him and the person he was. I am going to find the location of his grave and take a picture of his headstone. Then I will slip it in with the little story I wrote about about him - which was written in a semi positive way. Somewhere between the time he was born and the time he left home at 13 he lost a valuable part of himself that made him "likeable." As the family historian I question the story of him leaving home at such an early age. My grandfather was an osteopath, optician, confidence man, magician, author, lecturer, businessman, the one great love of my grandmother...... just to name a few.

I am hoping the time we spend in Marana will allow me to get caught up on the family history and the pictures I haven't organized yet. The scariest question that one can hear from me is "Want to see my pictures?" With my children, the scariest statement is "Let me show you our family history." LOL

Stories and pictures of Evergreen have been posted, click here to view.

Friday, August 08, 2008

Court Street Cemetery

Court Street Cemetery, bounded by Stone Avenue, Speedway Boulevard, Second Street and Main Avenue, was established June 1, 1875.

Around 1907 it was decided to close Court Street Cemetery and move the dead somewhere else. After the bodies have been moved then they would open the area to real estate development. In July 1907, 120 acres was purchased on North Oracle Road and the new Catholic cemetery was called Holy Hope. Just to the South, 240 acres were purchased and Evergreen Cemetery created. The only problem is, no one was in a hurry to move their loved ones to the new cemetery. Not only that, no one wanted to sign up to be buried there. The City Council banned further burials in the Court Street Cemetery in 1908.

Notices were put in the local newspapers stating that the bodies needed to be moved in 30 to 40 days. Only a small number of people saw the notices. The cost of moving their loved ones was beyond a lot of people's means. Needless to say only the wealthy was able to accomplish this task of moving their loved ones.

For years, local undertaker John Reilly oversaw exhumations from the old Court Street cemetery. His rule for relocation was to assume the dead to have been Roman Catholic if they appeared Spanish; if not, re-internment was in the Evergreen Cemetery.

No city or cemetery records exist to determine the exact numbers buried in the Old Court Street Cemetery, but Catholic burials alone numbered 4,513, according to church records. There were probably twice that number between various fraternal orders, Protestants, Jewish burials and others.

In March 1916 the council call the Court Street Cemetery abandoned and advertise for bids. Days later, 88 former Court Street lots sold for a total of $10,000.

The kicker is this, the cemetery was not "abandoned." There is still thousands of people still buried in the old Court Street Cemetery. That is why some of the residents of Tucson see dead people.

Imagine digging a posthole for a mailbox and finding some small bones. When the gentleman called the police he was told it was probably a big dog. Curiosity kills the cat, and this man kept on digging until he unearthed a jawbone. Later an adult male was excavated. He was wearing a shirt, suspenders and pants. They estimated his age between 22 - 26 years and cause of death was meningitis.

That is tame in comparison to what happened to his neighbor.

His neighbor was under his house fixing some pipes when the wet earth caved in on a rotted casket. As the story goes, the neighbor, flailing in the remains, jerked back in revulsion and knocked himself out on his floorboards. He woke up face to face with a body.

In the 1920s, 1960s, 1970s and 1990s, various construction and road-grading projects unearthed more than 100 burials in the Alameda-Stone area.

In 1950, construction and excavation behind the old Tucson Newspapers Inc. building on Stone (atop part of the old National Cemetery) unearthed complete remains of 38 individuals and partial remains of about 54 more.

In the 1950s, three burials were recovered from the 17th Street-Ninth Avenue site during sewer line work, and another three in 1995-96 during utility work there.

I believe this is the most recent grave sighting - a sinkhole opened in the city of Tucson’s right-of-way. Two coffins were present. The top one contained a child aged 3-to-5 years old at death. Buttons indicate the child was wearing a dress and that other clothing was used as a pillow and had been stuffed into the foot area of the coffin, perhaps to prevent the body from shifting as the coffin was moved. Beneath this burial was a second coffin containing a male, aged 25-to-35 years old. Clothing remains indicate he was wearing a cotton shirt, a brown wool jacket, suspenders, and pants. Surprising finds included a rubber comb and three coins (the most recent dated 1886) in his right pocket, and a change purse and jackknife in his left jacket pocket. The two coffins had nearly identical hardware and decorations, and it is believed the burials were made at the same time.

According to Homer Thiel, a project director for Desert Archaeology Inc. "There are more than seven old burial grounds in the Tucson city limits," Thiel says. He estimates 10 to 15 historic graves have been officially discovered citywide each year. "I'm pretty sure people are finding human remains and either not knowing what they are or not bothering to report them, so who knows how many are actually dug up or washed out every year?" One of the forgotten bodies belongs to "Pie" Allen, a famous Tucson mayor of the 1870s who got his nickname selling pies to the cavalry. While his headstone is at Evergreen Cemetery, his body is still somewhere in Dunbar/Spring, according to Thiel.

I cannot imagine how I would react if I was digging around in my backyard and find a body. Due to my religious/spiritual beliefs I would not feel comfortable living in a house that has been built on a cemetery that wasn't abandoned. I would be lighting candles and saying prayers. There is nothing that Tucson can do about this except rebury those that are found in an unmarked grave.

We went to Evergreen Cemetery. I will posting pictures on my website when Comcast gets here Wednesday.

Location:  Tucson

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Today

I am not sleeping again. I have been doing reasonably well until about a month ago. I don't know what has transpired but I am up wandering around at 3:00 a.m.   I go through weeks, months of sleeping well . Then I will have months of no sleep. When you think that I have 109 channels something would be on the TV.

When I was a child I had the usual childish fears - monsters that live under the bed and the monsters that live in the closet. Sometimes there were creatures that took a human form that appeared in the night that were worse than the monsters. I outgrew my childish fears.

We did contact Comcast and they will be out to reduce our channels to 70. We also checked out the cost of having an aircard and Comcast can beat the price of an aircard with its six months package deals. Since we are going to be here for 6 months it will be more cost effective to go with Comcast. The RV park does offer free internet but we were told that it is only good for checking e-mail and maybe surfing the net. I find it commendable that we were told this before we wrote the check.

Today mom and I drove out to "All Faith Cemetery" in Tucson, a very beautiful place. Lots of quails, doves, jack rabbits and a den of coyotes. The stones were newer than I would have liked but it was enjoyable to walk around.

I didn't take a lot of pictures so I will post them here.

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