In the fall of 1961, a smiling couple poses for a photo. The handsome man drapes his arm around his lovely bride while she holds their three-month-old daughter. In the background, the family ranch stretches across the mesa.
When a man becomes a fireman his greatest act of bravery has been accomplished. What he does after that is all in the line of work. ~Edward F. Croker
The hidden shadows will approach the light.
Restless spirits ascent to boundless glee.
Concealed visions will climb and take to flight.
And all these nameless dreams will be set free.
Sweet mountain hamlet
restores and calms—
Peaceful encounters hearten
a place within my soul.
When Jessie smiles, my world is perfect! Love her toothless grin! Continue reading “Jessie’s Smile”
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”
Aspiring, lifting, daunting
A mountain sentry welcomes
Sierra Continue reading “Sierra”
Photographs open doors to the past, but they also allow a look into the future.
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”