Santa Cruz, California, October 28th, 2014

Santa Cruz, California, October 28th, 2014
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Sunday, February 1, 2015

When the truth is stranger than fiction...





Sometimes, I just tilt my head and wonder, outloud, how some people come to certain conclusions. 
Take this, for instance.
This is our actual address, and yes it's really in there, and has been for 19 years.






Now read the stuff on the yellow sticker.


live.huffingtonpost.com


Weird.

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Soooo, we're NOT here?

Or someone just didn't try. 

Or care to try.

Or care to try and learn the truth.

Or, since the community mailbox IS ACROSS THE STREET FROM MY HOUSE???

And no one tried...maybe...


We're....


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...not there.

Dude, that's funny, and creepy.
And very sad.

Can you imagine knowing you are here, but no one sees you?
No one cares?

NO ONE thinks you matter?

And the ones who do see you? 

The few who can change whether or not anyone else knows about you???

Lock you up and try to bury the key?

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What do you mean "lock up?"



It happens.

All over the world.

All the time.

And it happened in Arizona and New Mexico, back when they were territories.
In 1864.

To her...
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...to him...
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It was brutal.
Cruel.
Unforgettable.


But now? Mostly forgotten.


Unless you're Navajo, or Apache.

Or?

A historian.
Or a citizen of New Mexico, or Arizona.
Or you've been taught it in school.
Or a few other reasons...

Like, being a crazy white girl from Canada, and can't let it go.


Me and fellow trouble maker Ted Charles, retired teacher and life long Marine, Canyon de Chelly (d'shay)
November, 2013 

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I'm going to be blogging more on the 'why' of my work, and the 'who'...

But if you want to have a face to start your point of reference as to my drive to tell the story of The Long Walk, look no further at my dear friend Ted Charles.

What does Ted have to do with The Long Walk and the prison camp known as Hweeldi?

Ask his grandfather, Tsi'tnaginnie, who was a prisoner there, at Bosque Redondo.

As a child.

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So, how do we counter that?

We already know.

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He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

Micah 6:8


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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Back in time...until it got too hot and I wanted air conditioning.


My youngest and I went on a little excursion last week to a local historical museum. Fredericton was founded in 1785, and I'm glad I wasn't here then.
No, I am. Seriously. 

Two words:
AIR CONDITIONING.



Okay....

Can anyone tell me what's different about this clock?





Seriously...think...




Here's our nice tour guide/re-enacter showing us a 3 sided bayonet, for when you want that flesh wound to gush all over the place.





The break room. Ohh, nice straw mattress. NO chance of vermin in there!!



Me want this desk!!





Note the snow shoes. All those poor Red Coats would have been weeping for England.






Keys and locks and umm, those are some KEYS.






(Zach kept apologizing to people for wearing the loser's shirt.)

Nice hat. It was actually meant to be that small. It was meant to come off if a bullet went in it.




Love the bling.

No, I don't care how cool history is, I'm glad to read it and write it, but BLISSED I didn't live it.