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Goodbye and Hello

One of my very first ‘real’ jobs was working at Hustler Press, owned by Orval Ricketts.  I was a senior in high school in Farmington, New Mexico and Mr. Ricketts was one of the finest men I’ve ever met.

The memories . . .

The goodbyes and the hellos . . .

Mr. Ricketts’ poem, “Looking at Another Year” is in his book of poetry, My Window on the Mesa.

there’s something about a cowboy

Why, in history books of old
have tales of heroes thus been told,
of  Wyatt, Doc, Bat Masterson,
men who lived life by the gun?

Are they recorded true to fact
or will the honesty come back,
to haunt them in their shallow grave,
or prove them gallant, strong, and brave?

Sometimes the heroes of the west
were polished criminals at best,
exaggerated in dime-store books,
but little more than common crooks.

Maybe those heroes of the past
had reputations meant to last,
no matter whether right or wrong,
strummed on guitars in a song.

But as for me, I’d rather dwell
on cowboys God won’t send to hell,
of men who earned love and devotion,
helped out more than on a notion,

Who cared more for their fellow man
than drifting cross an untamed land,
cared about the golden rule,
and never acted like a fool.

I’ll worship men of their kind,
for I am of another mind,
to honor cowboys who fought for me,
and made this country proud and free.

– Ronald Reagan

newspaper folks – Tucumcari, New Mexico

The Tucumcari Daily News Staff

probably about 1944

Earl Grau and Richard Hindley owned the newspaper at this time (I *think*)

Again – I *think* the Tucumcari Daily News was established in 1933.


snippets from books

For many who came during the Dust Bowl years, Pie Town was intended only as a stopover on the way to California.  Mrs. Lewis West with her father and mother headed west on U.S. 60 in 1935.  Five of their chickens suffocated in the Texas dust the morning they left.  On their first night in Pie Town, ten more chickens died of mountain cold.  her father was ill with heart trouble, so he and his wife and five children settled into a half-dugout and began to raise pinto beans and maize for cornmeal.

For hopeful immigrants from the choking Dust Bowl areas of Texas and Oklahoma, the reality of homesteading on the Zuni Plateau failed to live up to their drams.  The Pie Town area was unpromising for farming.  The mountains were wooded, and the rolling valleys were covered with thick rabbitbrush, or chamisa, that made hand-clearing the land a tedious and back-breaking job.  The growing season was usually too short with light frosts in early June and again in mid-September.  Moisture was unreliable.  Some years, when there was enough rain and snow, homesteaders might grow fine vegetable gardens and enough pinto beans or corn to sell for the necessities they could not grow themselves.  Other years, the moisture was inadequate, and the rabbits, elk, or grasshoppers ate most of what was planted.  Many homesteaders gave up and moved on to the cities where they joined the unemployment lines.  By the 1940s, when Russell Lee arrived to take his photographs for the FSA, the community had already declined from its 1935 peak to about two hundred families.

Savoring Russell Lee’s Pie Town Photographs

Mr. and Mrs. Jack Whinery and their five children in their dugout. Pie Town, New Mexico. Mr. Whinery had worked on farms in Texas for wages until homesteading one year ago. He arrived in Pie Town with thirty cents which he spent for nails to build his dugout. He donates his services as a preacher to the church.  [Library of Congress photographs]

“She did not simply visit this world, she made a difference.”

Bart and Lynn Holaday

She did not simply visit this world, she made a difference. – Bart Holaday

I leave this life grateful and fulfilled.  I am at peace; I am not afraid. – Lynn Buckingham Holaday



Happy Birthday, Son

remembering the birthdays

The best birthdays of all are those that haven’t arrived yet.
– Robert Orben

Hey, old friend

Hey, old friends . . .

basketball in the 1950s

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football in the 1920s

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a printer’s devil

A printer’s devil was an apprentice in a printing  establishment who performed a number of tasks, such as mixing tubs of ink and fetching type. A number of famous men served as printer’s devils in their youth, including Ambrose Bierce, Benjamin Franklin, Samuel Fuller, Thomas Jefferson, Walt Whitman, Mark Twain, Joel Chandler Harris, Warren Harding, John Kellogg, Lyndon Johnson, Hoodoo Brown, and Joseph Lyons.  [Wikpedia]

“The worth of a paper”

Local History - 1932

My father worked for the Roy Record as a young man and later did print work for the Hustler Press in Farmington, New Mexico.

In 1932, he was a printer’s devil,  learning the newspaper business first-hand at the Roy High School for the school newspaper.

Printers ink in the blood.

Dad in the Roy Record print shop - printers apron - somber expression

RICHARD C. DILLON was born in St. Louis, Missouri, on June 24, 1877. His early education was attained in the common schools of his native state. He later attended the public schools in Springer, New Mexico, where his family moved in 1889. Before entering politics, Dillon worked as a railroad laborer and a merchant. In 1924, he won election to the New Mexico State Senate, a position he held two years. Dillon next secured the Republican gubernatorial nomination, and was elected governor by popular vote on November 2, 1926. He was reelected to a second term in 1928. During his tenure, the Carlsbad Caverns were declared a national monument by the federal government; and the state government was managed in an efficient, business-like method. After leaving the governorship, Dillon retired from political life. He stayed active in his business career, and eventually established the R.C. Dillon Company. Governor Richard C. Dillon passed away on January 5, 1966, and was buried in Encino, New Mexico.

Source: National Governors Association

Karl Guthmann is the new devil at the printing office.  Karl was the chief printer when J.H. Roy was the editor several years.  He is getting the rust rubbed off and will soon be a full fledged devil.”

Springer, Colfax County, New Mexico – 1914


1950 - Tucumcari Rattler Basketball Squad

If you can identify any of these basketball players, give a holler!
Even if I once knew –
I no longer know.

pieces of the past

Pieces of the past stay on as pieces of us, do they?

– Ivan Doig (Heart Earth)

remembering good times

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good times - good friends - lovely memories

Bean Day – 1939 – Wagon Mound, New Mexico

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The historic event of Bean Day began in 1909 when Higinio Gonzales and his crew cooked up a pot of beans in wash boilers behind the school house for what was then called the “Mora County Farmers Harvest Jubilee.”  The following year, the name “Bean Day” was born to honor the crop that was once a staple of the local farming economy. In those days, Wagon Mound was a major center for the production of pinto beans.

strengthening the ties

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The Scorpio Tales Newsletter (about and by and for Farmington, New Mexico high school alumni) is published two or three times a year.  The newsletter is a great venue to keep in touch with our former classmates – especially since  so many of us no longer live in the Four Corners area.

It has been so gratifying to renew old friendships and establish new ones.

Greetings to my Farmington friends who visit this blog!!

thirteen years ago

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How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
~Dr. Seuss

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Thirteen years ago, Ginger began publishing our Alumni Newsletter – Scorpio Tales – and the presses are still running.

God bless our Farmington friends!

cowboys . . . and a mountain . . . and beautiful New Mexico sky

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Farmington friends – it’s in the mail!

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May 2010 – Issue #13, Number 2 – mailed today!