There is only one easy way to cover what's happened since my last blog post. That way would be making a list. So here goes:
We stayed at Las Palomas, a sort of B&B/adobe hotel two blocks off the square, a convenient OK place with a testy desk clerk. I'll consider her part of the experience as well as the piped in breakfast music, which didn't make for lingering over a second cup of coffee.
In just three days, we ate A LOT of New Mexican food - all good, all too much - all with corn and gluten, which was not all good for me.
2. The afternoon we arrived in Santa Fe, we checked on ES's storage unit and I think he was surprised and happy that it contained so much. The happiness only came, however, after he'd considered dumping some of it. I was of a different opinion and soon, we were off to U-Haul to rent a 10 foot truck.
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What was maddening about visiting their home was that the home/museum shop had no book about Mary Shepherd Greene Blumenschein. The only information about her was on labels on household belongings. Once they moved to Taos, she devoted herself to family and domestic activities. A loss, it seems to me. She did design unique furniture for their house and she added decorative painting to adobe walls. Photos were not allowed, but I couldn't help myself. I photographed this wonderful storage unit she designed. I want to know more about this woman.
Eleanor H. Porter for which Mrs. Blumenschein was the illustrator. (BTW, Eleanor H. Porter is the author of 'Pollyanna.') It was while pondering this book in the glass case that I read the words, "other books by Eleanor H. Porter include 'Just David.'
Well, I have searched for this particular book for decades. Never knew the author's name, thought the title was simply 'David' and so could never locate it at on-line used book dealers. As soon as ES and I returned to wifi land, I ordered two copies - recent reprints of the book - one for the Kleban kids and one for the McGrady kids. I will read it to them in August, or they can read it to me.
And what is the magic in 'Just David'? I first heard this story, one chapter at a time, when I was in the fifth grade in Aruba, when, for several weeks, Mrs. Spitzer was our substitute teacher. If we behaved ourselves, she'd read a chapter every afternoon. The story has faded, but not the effect it had on me. It was a bit like reading 'Anne of Green Gables' for the first or the fiftieth time. I can hardly wait to see if I feel the same magic rereading it 60 years later.
Millicent Rogers Museum under magnificent skies filled with storm clouds. Rogers was a Standard Oil heirness and a devoted collector of things Southwest. We enjoyed our visit to the museum, but it didn't have the intimacy of the Blumenschein house. And yes, there were several Millicent Rogers bios in the museum shop. I did not buy one. It was Mary Shepherd Greene Blumenschein about whom I wanted to read more.
10. Texas is one huge state, far too big. It took us 12 interminable hours to drive from Lubbock to Houston, with a stop for a barbecue lunch. When I stepped out of the driver's seat at dusk, it was as if I'd been at sea. And my pedometer registered over 9,000 steps. That is one bumpy U-Haul ride.
That's it. Ten happenings.