The Ranch

Hotchkiss, Colorado tugs at my heart as one of my favorite places.  To put it simply, Hotchkss feels like home even though I only lived there for a short time when I was younger.  Whenever I find my way back to this little town, I feel like I am right where I belong, and I often feel this is where my story begins.  This place holds precious memories and stories of family.  This mountain view is near the cabin where my grandparents, my mom, and my aunts once lived. Continue reading “The Ranch”

Crossing the River

One of my favorite old-time photos shows my great, great grandfather, William Strassburg, crossing a river on a wagon with a pair of horses. No name or date appears on the back. However, I know my grandfather lived in Gunnison, Colorado for many years, and the scenery does resemble the Western Slope of Colorado. The boys in the wagon are a mystery, and no one in the family knew who the children were. Continue reading “Crossing the River”

Weathered

I always sort of swooned at the sight of the classic barn structures in central and northern Minnesota, where everything seemed rustic and weathered and made to age gracefully.

–Richard Dean Anderson

When walking through old towns, the weathered buildings and board sidewalks offer a glimpse into a time when life seemed slower and easier.  Often I wonder if I were born about a century to late…

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