cordilleran
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Joined: 2/13/2008 From: Walla Walla, Washington Status: offline
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Glad to see you are saving the artifacts of your area. Back between 1981-1983, I lived in the pinon pines in a trailer outside the ghosttown of Fierro, New Mexico (near Silver City). Because I had to walk some two miles periodically to get water from a natural spring, I had the opportunity to explore the countryside in ways most city folk would consider too burdensome. I collected buckets-full of Mimbreno Apache polychrome pottery shards; they litter the countryside thick as fleas on a mongrel's backside. Additionally, flint artifacts, effigies, and an occasional metate were found. Imagine this: I lived in a small trailer without heat, water, electricity, and the rig pulling all this, a 1969 Dodge pick-up was out of commission. Like something out of Steinbeck's Cannery Row, a la New Mexico, there were a few disenchanteds also living in this ghosttown. We all pulled together in our poverty. One guy, an expatriate New York stockbroker, rigged up a 55-gallon drum, painted black, as a shower system. Another, a former Gypsy Joker outlaw motorcyclist, was always cooking up a mean pot of (meatless) beans and everyone was welcome. Those who ventured into the (Silver) city would dumpster dive for produce (and whatever edibles could be found). Homemade flour tortillas were a staple and everyone was sated physically and emotionally. We didn't have much but we had each other. In the midst of all this were the surrounding mountains perpetually shrouded in dark shades of wonder. They were part of our special community. All those who had come before were joined with us. All were family. There was a common thread with the past, the present and the future which I have yet to reenact and experience as I did in this land of enchantment so many moons ago. Think I'll leave behind civilization and strike out for the territories. Bet you'd like to be so footloose and fulla fancy my friends.
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