It was cloudy during our stay in Albuquerque, but the early morning light was visible as the sun came up. Glad I got up early to capture some color in the sky!
Spotted at Los Poblanos Farm, Albuquerque
Another Albuquerque jewelry seller
There is something this that reminds me of Whistler’s Mother!
There is something about old doors and windows in towns of the Southwest. I can’t pass one by without bringing out my camera!
On a side street in Albuquerque.
Spotted in Albuquerque. I love how the cell phone complements the turquoise jewelry in her display.
It snowed and snowed and snowed and snowed and snowed . . . . .
and now it’s all gone.
We took a drive yesterday in the beautiful weather, heading over to Cornville to visit the fish hatchery. The water flowing out of the tanks and through the grate caught my eye.
One of the best things about snow is ICICLES!
Prescott is ENVELOPED in SNOW! An unusually severe snowstorm hit Northern Arizona Wednesday night and continued throughout the next day. The snow is falling more lightly as of Thursday evening, but we do have approximately 16 inches (and huge drifts!) where we live. We were all prepared for it, but the reality is pretty awe inspiring! Schools closed and a State of Emergency has been declared (seriously!). I think we’ll be happy campers here at home as long as the satellite dish continues to operate.
We stayed in Tucson on our way to New Mexico. I never tire of this view of the Saguaro Desert!
When Lonnie and I walked into the Visitor Center at New Mexico State University, we did not have high expectations of finding anything.I explained to the very nice receptionist that my grandfather had been a coach there from 1910 to 1914 and that I was hoping to at find out that there were some buildings left from 1910 that I could photograph. We were told that no, the buildings from that era did not survive and that it was too late to meet with the archivist who might have some documents from that era (her office was closing at 4:00). They were being very helpful, however, and marked up a map of how to get to the library where the archives were and wrote down the contact information for the archivist so that I could let her know that we were coming.
While this was going on, Lonnie was in the adjacent conference room looking around, and he spotted a football up on a bookshelf. As he looked closer, her realized that it had my grandfather’s name on it- and that it was the game ball from when the team won the 1913 Southwest Championship! You can imagine our excitement!
As I was photographing the ball, the employee mentioned that there were old yearbooks in the archives. How exciting! But right there on the bookshelf were yearbooks; just as she was saying that these were the more recent ones, we saw some very small yearbooks in the collection. You guessed it- the yearbooks from the years Grandpa was there!
As I realized what a treasure trove we had come across, my hands started shaking, and I got chills- it was an out of body experience. We took some time carefully taking cell phone shots of the pages that featured Grandpa- and found a goldmine of photos and articles. An unbelievable find! One article was especially moving to me, because it told of his kindness and emphasis on sportsmanship and fair play over winning. Those were the qualities he demonstrated his whole coaching career- and what made him so beloved by his players and the community- and by our family.
Below is a photo composite- the football overlaid upon a photo of the champion team of 2013.
The next day we met with the archivist and discovered that the entire collection of student newspapers was online. I searched for Badenoch- there were 93 entries! There seemed to be an almost equal number of articles about my grandfather AND my grandmother! Mimi, as we called her, had a beautiful classical singing voice and performed at events through the college and elsewhere while living in New Mexico- and also managed to have two babies between 1910 and 1912 (her first child was born in Chicago)! The archivist found a file of correspondence between my Grandpa and the president of the college from when he applied to coach there. It was emailed it to me when we got home.
So now my task is to organize this information and integrate it into my genealogy software program. Family history, like laundry, is never done!
I thought of Ansel Adams’ famous Moonrise Over Hernandez New Mexico as I titled this photo, but the only things my photo has in common with the master’s is that it was taken in New Mexico, there was a moon, and there was a camera involved.
We returned Sunday from a five day trip that was intended to be a ten day trip. We had planned to drive all the way to San Antonio, Texas to meet up with my cousin, Steve and his wife Mary, who had rented a condo there for the month of February. Unfortunately Steve got a nasty virus, and we had to limit our trip to New Mexico.
We stayed in Las Cruces for two nights and were able to use the time to learn about the place of my mother’s birth and her father’s coaching experience at New Mexico State University- as well as visit this wonderful restaurant TWICE.
We had planned to go to the university- thinking we might be able to see some old buildings. We stopped at the Visitor Center to inquire about what might still be there from 1910- and what happened there was a genealogist’s dream come true!
To be continued next week. . .
A great display of patriotism on the side of a building in Seligman. Happy Birthday, President Lincoln! Each February 12, I always remember my grandmother, Mimi, who was born on Lincoln’s birthday in 1888.
We pulled onto a side street in Seligman to park and saw these beauties standing by a mural painted on the side of a building. Their owner (in cowboy regalia of course) was across the street by the horse trailer. I asked if I could photograph his horses, and he said yes and asked us where we were from.
“Prescott!” we replied.
He smiled, and said, “Welcome to Arizona!’
Then he laughed, and said no….. but we knew what he meant. We live in the “city” and are not real Arizonans. He might have even figured out we were California transplants (Californians are not too popular with many Arizonans). So I took a couple shots and walked around the corner.
All that’s left of my hydrangeas. Trying to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear as they say. . .