"I have found that all ugly things are made by those who strive to make something beautiful, and that all beautiful things are made by those who strive to make something useful." Oscar Wilde

Wednesday, October 22, 2008


Some of the happiest and earliest memories I have of my childhood were at Green Jacket, a small farm on the west desert that has been in my family since my great grandfather’s time. I remember the smooth carpeted blue-green rolling hills and the aroma of junipers, rabbit brush, and sage brush.

My fondest memories were the times my father would ask me to come with him to feed the cattle or irrigate the alfalfa fields. At lunch time we would sit under a juniper tree and my father would tell me tales his father had created for him when he was a child. After we were through eating he would build a small fire out of rabbit or sage brush, fashion clay animals, and bake them in the glowing embers. I would spend hours playing with the small animals making corrals and pastures while he finished his chores.

One day, in early spring, my father invited me to come with him and feed the cattle. We drove to the lower pasture in a large old beat-up truck. The truck was larger than a pick-up, but smaller than a diesel, and had a flat bed. It was rusty blue, and the engine would shake and roll the entire truck when left running in neutral.

Upon entering the field my father stopped the truck, turned off the engine, jumped out, climbed onto the back, and threw off a few bales. Scrabbling back in, he started the engine and drove down the field a few yards. Each time the truck stopped the cattle would flock around making it difficult to enter and exit.

I don’t remember how long we had been feeding the cattle when my father stopped the truck, slid out, and this time left the engine running. As the vehicle started to roll over the bumpy filed, I saw a golden opportunity to help. Slipping over to the driver’s seat I raised my little hands to steady the wheel.

At two and a half years and standing on the seat, I could barely see over the dash board. My long brown braids bounced as the struck slowly bumped and rattled over the field. My little chest swelled with pride. I was helping my father!

My father didn’t say a word when he came back to the cab. Displacing me he drove down the field, stopped the truck, turned the engine off, and got out.

My heart sank! He didn’t even acknowledge my help. I could have saved him valuable time. Instead I had to sit on the passenger side and watch the cows. How boring!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Great Great Grandma Decker's Home

This is my Great Great Grandma Decker's Home. She and my great great grandfather started this home. Then diphtheria came to the town of Bluff. Of all the families in Bluff only the Decker family contracted the disease. Nobody would come and help with the family. The family was quarantined in the house and when somebody died my great great grandmother had to drag the bodies out to the road for someone to come and pick it up. My great great grandfather and two of their children died. After the surviving members of the family recovered they finished the home. Later it was sold and went into decline. Recently a family purchased the home and turned it into a Bed and Breakfast. To make reservations go to http://www.pioneerhouseinn.com/. I highly recommend staying there. A side note, all the ghosts that walk the house have nothing but love and good will for all that stay there.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Temple of Quetzequatal

I have always wanted to see pyramids in Mexico. A couple of years ago my daughter and her husband took my husband and me down to Mexico City. What an incredible trip! When we went to the Temple of Quetzequatal it took my breath away. I can’t explain how but if felt like there was more to the place than what they tour guides were telling us. It also made me very sad to think that the descendants of the people who built this beautiful building were is such poverty now.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Flower Fairies

I don't remember when I was introduced to Flower Fairies, but I just love them. When I was in England I found several books on Flower Fairies. Since then I've introduced them to my grandchildren. They come over and look through my books and then go exploring in my garden to see if they can find any. I've found directions on how to make them and want my grandchildren to help me make them.