Shaking those branches on the Family Tree

My family has been in this area for a few years. And by a few years, I mean generations. I proudly tell anyone with even the tiniest interest that my dad’s grandpa was a mayor. The last mayor of the 19th century in fact. That’s just his paternal side though since his mom hailed from New York state. My mom’s roots however, are a little more plentiful. Both sides on her maternal side came to the area due to coal mining. Coal was the lifeblood of this community after all. Mom’s paternal side, took a more circular route to get here. Ranching outside of town brought the family to the area before eventually moving into town. So, whenever I read a book about local history, I always hope to bump into some family history. It’s true what they say, be careful what you wish for because you just may get it.

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I hate to inform you but history is not a concrete study

Sometimes two unrelated events come together and school you in a lesson. That happened for me a few years ago when I was trying to rise after a failure of sorts and needed some sort of affirmation that I could be good at something.  As I tried to find some validation I decided to combine two things that I like and see if I could make a go at it. So I combined my love of public speaking with local history and sought some outlet for the two. What I settled on was conducting cemetery tours.  The lesson I learned fairly quickly is that history is not as concrete as I thought it was.  Continue reading

My neighbor’s tree

I live in a desert.  You have to understand that.  If you understand that then you’ll understand my fascination with trees.  Let’s just say, I have a lot of pictures of trees.  Especially my neighbor’s tree.

Autumn

Autumn

This is how it looked in the fall.  However, one day later….

 

First snowfall

First snowfall

We received our first snow of the season.  Isn’t that kind of early? you may ask.  That’s Wyoming.

 

Winter

Winter

This is how it’s faring this winter.  Like that red neck truck parked in front?  That’s Wyoming.

My birthday road trip: day 7 (500 miles)

August 9: sad day.

KOA’s are not as comfortable as they used to be.  But I was tired enough I slept most of the night.  At about 3:00am I woke up with my body telling me, “I think you may need to use the restroom.”

I convinced it otherwise.  Since I would have to leave my cabin and walk across the road I became determined to not use the facilities.

“Okay,” my body said, “but don’t blame me if the results are disastrous.”

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