Volume 12 , Issue 47

NW Okie's R & R

This weekend, Sunday, brought a winter snow storm and strong winds to the San Juan mountains of Southwest Colorado. I am going to estimate approximately 4 to 5 inches, but maybe less where we are. Sounds like Aspen, Silverton and Wolf Creek might be getting the heavy, blizzard conditions.

Have you ever noticed how English Ivy grows? How it intertwines and connects one thing to another? How it ends up covering everything in it path as it branches out?

The legacies and stories we past down from one generation to another are like the English Ivy. It is our vehicle that connects the past with the present and keeps the memories alive for the generations to come.

When those stories and photos get spread around from family to families, it makes it possible for each generation to spread the knowledge of that legacy from one to another, while each sprig of Ivy branches off into yet another direction to create another family tree. Sometime that sprig gets broken because of deaths or bad feelings, but it does not stop the legacy!

Have you spread the legacy of 47 years ago of what, where and how the assassination of President John F. Kennedy affected you, 22 November 1963? Where were you 47 years ago today? What do you remember about that day in Dallas, Texas when John F. Kennedy was assassinated?

Someone wrote me and mentioned, "I saw that one of your old newsletters (Vol. 3, iss. 10) referenced a John F Kennedy Serigraph. I too have one of them and dying to know if it is a Trash or a Treasure. Did you get any information? Thanks!"

In answer to this question, I do not know how valuable the serigraph. If it is trash or treasure. But I guess that is in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?

Remember the first big family trips when your parents and siblings piled into the family automobile and took? I remember the Summer of 1955 (I think it was) that the McGill Family of six (father, mother and four daughters) piled into a 1955 Pontiac station wagon pulling a tear-drop, homemade trailer and traveled to Alaska from northwest Oklahoma, passing through Colorado, Idaho (to see Uncle Sammy Paris) and Canada. It was just one of our big summer vacations to explore the wild frontiers. We trampled barefoot in snowbanks along the Canadian highway. We picked high/low berries. I can not remember the berries, 'cause I was just a small child of 7 years. I do remember the cherry trees where we picked fresh cherries, though. BUT ... the location has escaped these old memory cells without more jogging from siblings and photos. My father took movie film along the way and sent back to the Kelsey's in Waynoka. Those old movies were stored in my parents home before their deaths in 1986 and 1992. Have not seen the old movies since then. Would love to have a copy of them though!

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