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As a young child until my teen years, we lived in Tucumcari, New Mexico.  Every now and then I go back for the Tucumcari Reunion (and love visiting old friends and making new friends).  Haven’t been back for a reunion in awhile; it is probably time!

This area of New Mexico is mostly flat (certainly doesn’t have the mountain range that we enjoyed when we lived in Denver).

However, Tucumcari has a mountain. Yep folks –  that’s Tucumcari mountain in the background  – standing sentinel while Leroy Webb (The Last Cowboy) feeds his horses and I figure that Leroy and his friend plan to have a cup of coffee later and trade horse stories.

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Who am I? I'm still discovering just who I am, I suppose. A. Powell Davis writes that "Life is just a chance to grow a soul."

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  1. Marilyn (Cupp) Chatham

    My dear friend, Hope…..you surely must come back for a school reunion…..I think our next (and possibly last ) one where they try to get all of our group together is our 55th which will be in August 2011……can you believe it! I have enjoyed the pictures that you posted of our phys. ed. classes on past blogs…..can’t believe that you saved them all of these years….or how much I enjoyed seeing all of those young faces again.

    Marilyn

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    • Oh, I have been wanting to go each year . . . I think I absolutely HAVE to be there this next reunion (our group is diminishing, I know).

      So good to hear from you!!

      Those childhood/teenage friends are The Very Best and I am so thankful for these friendships (thankful for you!).

      Reply

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