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Monday, October 24, 2011

THE COWBOY & ELLSWORTH

Last Thursday I met The Cowboy, AKA Jim Gray.  We met in Ellsworth which was a trip I would recommend to anyone who would like to see the Flint Hills in their autumn glory.  The grasses are all in shades of rust and deep violet, interspersed with carved rocks revealing their layers of Kaibab Limestone, Hermit Shale, Bright Angel Shale and ending with Tapeats Sandstone.  The kaleidoscope of shades competes with the grasses now growing naturally in these flint hills which are trying to come back to their original beauty.  When we finally reached the little town remaining in Ellsworth we found the Government Buildings to be in generally good shape but every other store front downtown seemed empty and screaming for recognition earned by the forefathers and foremothers known in the 1860s as America’s Pioneers.  As the railroads and other landholders have had their way with many towns not garnering what they consider to be enough “Bottom Line”, the few families related to the original Pioneers and others testing living in a small town are clinging to a rope that seems greased and guarantying eventual death of not only ideals but a frontier washed in the history and frontier morals now mostly ignored by those who could insure these monuments to our past are honored with the survival such as the windmills pushing up to the heavens by GE and VESTA are attempting.
            Jim and I exchanged books, signing our names and wishes to one another as my husband and mother gathered up information provided for the few tourists and we all enjoyed a delicious lunch at Padens where we couldn’t talk quickly enough to share our historical finds which lace both our books. 
            We definitely will return to spend more time checking the gravesites and family Homesteads and hope that our next trip finds the area more populated and growing rather than in such decline.

Friday, October 7, 2011

With Arms Wide Open

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Here's what the author says about the book: The life of an old soul who loves most people and welcomes the next experience as an infant to mother's milk. From the hot and arid wheat fields of Salina to the deserts of Arizona and the bayous of Baton Rouge, I spent my life to date exploring the challenges ever present in our America. The eldest of six children, I accepted responsibilities early, relishing the results of a job well done. Learning too of the rich strains in our heritage inspired me to heights which might otherwise have felt too high to reach. Beginning my career as Deputy Treasurer for the State of Kansas was a political apex which encouraged me to continue in the field of budgets, investments and computerization at a time in America when these areas of management were and still are the integral part of whether we as a Leader in the World will continue in that coveted role or not. Perhaps in the reading and enjoyment of my life, those who are also pivotal in these roles or could be, might too take away the compulsion to keep the United States as the Leading Nation our forefathers and foremothers oftentimes gave their lives to achieve, if not for them, for us and our children and grandchildren......a Nation which not only is formed with the religions and nationalities of all Nations, but one which educates her children to the utmost of knowledge already history and the scientific possibilities of what may be learned in the future. May God Bless us all.

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