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  •  I'm curious. . . (8+ / 0-)

    what age were you at this time? I am especially fascinated with people's stories about the Southwest before the worst slaughter of its open spaces took place in the 1960s and just got worse over time. Thanks for posting this memory lane commentary.

    Treat the world (yourself, and others) as part of a living organism. Everyone and everything will benefit.

    by richholtzin on Sat Jan 19, 2013 at 10:18:53 AM PST

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    •  I was in the 2cd grade, so I must have 8 years old (8+ / 0-)

      It was '76, the bicentennial.  The year of the Pet Rock (I got my pet rock on the trip--the only pet my dad ever approved of LOL).  My parents, two of my brothers and I, and a family friend all drove out together in a big van pulling a pop-up and food and gear.  It took almost a month to get to CA and back to MI.  It was a long trip, but so worth it.  I was exposed to a whole new world of culture and geology and history that literally blew me away.  That trip shaped every bit of the adult I have become and fostered a fascination with anthropology and history and wide open spaces (and fear of falling off mountains!) that are a large part of my own personal history, as well as my ancestors.
      You know, after talking to you and reading your story, you have inspired me.
      Soon, very soon, I will get permission from someone integral to my family genealogy/history and share a story here--it's actually pretty interesting.
      Soon--not right away.  Soon :)

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