Bienvenida, Welcome to our desert New Mexico home

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In June, 2016, my husband and Ed and I decided to return to our Southwestern home. We had spent three years in Southwest Florida living in our waterfront home. Ed was homesick and longed to be in the desert again.

So, we packed our bags, circled the wagons and it was westward ho for us. It was a five day adventure as we crossed the country. Two thousand miles, in fact.

We decided that we didn’t want to live in our New Mexico house the way it was. We wanted change. Interior design is a passion for Ed and me. So we set out to change each room, one-by-one.

This blog features the colors and culture of the southwest. And how we incorporated them into the design of our dining room.

 

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I hope you enjoy a tour of our New Mexico dining room.

See you next time with a new blog feature.

You can read more about author, K. Lorraine at http://klorraine.com

 

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Frida Kohl was a Mexican painter known for her self-portraits.

Copyright © 2013 by K. Lorraine Books

 

Kahlo’s life began and ended in Mexico City, in her home, which known as “La Casa Azul,” the Blue House.  But according to the official birth registry, the birth took place at the nearby home. It was the home of her maternal grandmother

She was Born Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderón. She was born on July 6, 1907 in Mexico City, Mexico, a village on the outskirts of Mexico City. Frieda Died, July 13, 1954 (aged 47) in Coyocacan, Mexico City, Mexico.

Mexican culture and tradition are important in her work. Her work is characterized as naïve art or folk art. Kahlo suggested, “I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.”

Kahlo later described the atmosphere in her childhood home as often “Sad”.  She contracted polio when she was six. Frida Kahlo also enjoyed art. She received drawing instruction from her father’s friend, and filled notebooks with sketches.

Frida suffered severe injuries in a school bus crash. She was in isolation for many months. To occupy herself during her recovery, she continued to paint. She now painted  in bed. Above the small easel, was a mirror, so she could paint herself.

Frida wore traditional Mexican peasant clothing of long, colorful skirts to emphasize her heritage. Her ensemble included elaborate headdresses and massive jewelry.

She moved to San Francisco in the early 1930’s. The six months spent in San Francisco were a productive period for Kahlo.  She furthered her Folk Art style. Besides painting several friends ‘Frida and Diego Rivera,’ a double portrait based on their marriage.

The years 1937 and 1938 were a productive time. And she painted more than she had done in all her eight previous years.  She insisted, “I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.”

Her most famous works, The Two Fridas (1939). The paintings show two versions of the artist sitting side by side, with both of their hearts exposed. One Frida is dressed nearly all in white and has a damaged heart and spots of blood on her clothing. The other wears bold colored clothing and has an intact heart. These figures are believed to represent “unloved” and “loved” versions of Kahlo.

Kahlo died on July 13 at her beloved Blue House. There has been some speculation regarding the nature of her death. It was reported to be caused by a pulmonary embolism, but there have also been stories about a possible suicide.

In the Catholic tradition, at baptism, a child has two first names. She preferred to spell her name “Frieda” until the late 1930s, when she dropped the ‘e’.  Since her death, Kahlo’s fame as an artist has only grown. Her beloved Blue House was opened as a museum in 1958. Frieda has attracted popular interest. “Fridamania” describes the phenomenon. The art world considers her “one of the most recognizable artists”. She is still admired as a feminist icon.

I traveled to San Francisco in the late 1980’s. It was there, that I bought a doll. She had oriental features. I used this doll in a still life that I did several years later.

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  Cahlil in color by K. Lorraine

It was a few weeks ago that I was gifted a picture from my artist friend. She had started a portrait of Frida. She wanted to portray her as an Asian woman. But, she didn’t like it. My friend used colored markers as the medium. I liked what she started and accepted the unfinished picture.

I was confident that I could redo the picture. I’m not a student of Folk Art, but I do like it. The unfinished picture gave me shivers down my spine, but I didn’t know why. And then, it dawned on me. The picture reminded me of my Asian doll still life.

So, I dug my rendering out of my computer file, and I put the two side-by-side. I didn’t have any colored markers, but I had acrylic paints. I did what my heart instructed me to do. I finished the gift my friend had given me.

My jaw dropped to the floor.

I’ve always been drawn to my friend’s art work. We have a kinship with our love for painting. I also think that Frida herself, links our connection to Folk Art.

My first attempt painting Folk Art. What do you think?

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Frida by K. Lorraine

Thank you for reading my post. K. Lorraine

People like to read the travelogues and people like to read books…

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I was writing a new book at the time, and the road sign we came upon, gave me an idea. So, I changed Checotah, Oklahoma to Yukon, and the book Seychelles Survivor was born.

I’ve discovered that people like to read about travel to interesting places. So, welcome to Checotah, Oklahoma, a geographic location that my husband and I found fascinating on our Western-Ho Trip.

Welcome to Checotah, Oklahoma. Carrie Underwood is probably the most famous person born and raised in Checotah. Country singer, Carrie Underwood, won the TV talent show American Idol in 2005.  She ended up in a tight race with the southern rocker, Bo Brice. Carrie, narrowly beat out Bo Brice and became the American Idol.

It was about this time that my husband Ed and I were taking an extended western late summer vacation. We had spent some time in Ft. Smith, Arkansas, and Texarkana, Texas–located in the extreme northeast part of Texas on the Texas–Arkansas border.

My husband and I have traveled to every state in the United States with the exception of Alaska. On this particular journey, we were interested in exploring Indian country. We consider ourselves clones of the American Pickers, and by-the-way, we’ve been to Le Claire, Iowa and Antique Archaeology. We love the thrill of the hunt. Checotah is home to numerous antique malls, a Civil War battle SITE and a downtown historic district.

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To our surprise, we came upon a road sign that said, “Home of Carrie Underwood, American Idol.” I was writing a new book at the time, and this road sign gave me an idea. Why not base one of my characters upon Checotah, Oklahoma and young ‘want-to-be’ Hollywood celebrity. I changed Checotah to Yukon and the book Seychelles Survivor was born.

The story is about… The story begins with orientation week at the University of Iowa. Five freshmen from different parts of the country are seated together in a college lecture theater. The group is unaware they share a common interest.

The friends set out on a tropical paradise vacation over a long 4th of July adventure without parental permission.  Two days later, the parents are notified that the Beauregard Wilder private jet is missing from the radar. The families come together at the Wilder, Wyoming ranch, to wait as the FBI start their investigation.

Fearing the loss of their own child, and a twenty-year long separation of a failing marriage, will one of the couple’s own emotional journey, force them to come to terms with helping to find the missing children on the lost plane?  And will the desire to strengthen a family bond after a long estrangement be a wise choice?

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Surviving a plane crash can be a terrifying thing. The tension mounts as the story draws to a close on a beautiful tropical island in the Indian Ocean. The setting is compelling and the dialogue is real. Seychelles Survivor, is about a family separated by a plane crash and who are determined to find one another regardless of what they might find.

The following is an excerpt from the book Seychelles Survivor.

Kevin Beauregard Wilder was the only son of Beauregard Wilder, a single father and wealthy longtime Wyoming cattleman. Kevin earned the nickname, Kicks, because of the way he would jab his heels into the side flanks of a bull during the bull riding competition at the Wyoming State Fair.

His mother, Paula had left her family shortly after giving birth to Kevin. When she left Beau and Kevin, she said that it wasn’t her forte to become a mother, so she just packed her bags and walked away. Beauregard hired a lovely old Mexican woman named Lorinda. She moved in with the Wilder family and stayed for the next two decades, raising Kicks along with her own son Jose.

Beauregard had always considered Jose like a son and along with his own son Kicks, the three men became a close-knit team raising longhorn-steer-range cattle and champion horses. Kicks grew up on a horse and spent his youth on cattle drives roping and riding the herd. He spent the summer months during school break making the rodeo circuit entering in bull riding competitions.

Kicks was a tall drink-of-water, rugged, muscular, smart as a whip and cowboy handsome. His ‘true grit’ cowboy spirit was how he eventually won the title of Wyoming Champion Bull Rider.

Beauregard insisted that his sons Kicks and Jose attend college. It had been four years since the boys graduated from the Cheyenne, Wyoming high school, that they attended together.

Kevin (Kicks) Beauregard Wilder hung up his spurs at twenty-two years old, and entered the ivy halls of the University of Iowa. Jose married his high school sweetheart Carlotta and he stayed on at the Wilder ranch as head foreman.

The Wilder Horse and Cattle Ranch extended from where the Pacific Railroad crossed over the Crow Creek to the tributary of the South Platte River. The ranch was remotely situated on a ten thousand acre spread and was a considerable distance from any surrounding small towns. It encompassed ten thousand acres of rich ranch land where the antelope, buffalo, wild Mustang and deer roamed free.

When you were in Wyoming, you were as deep as you could get into the Old West with its intriguing scenery of vast plains, open spaces, rock formations, buttes, and small teepee villages dotting the landscape.

Rarely did the family encounter a passer-by or a visitor. But on this day, the parents of the missing college students began arriving at the ranch one family at a time. The Borges family, Steve and Carol crossed the Missouri River to Chamberlain, South Dakota which was nestled on the eastern bank of the river that provided a gateway to the west.

Once upon a time, Kearn Borges passed by Kicks Wilder, unaware that they would soon become best friends. It was on Main Street in Wall Drug, Wyoming, where they had walked down the street at the same time unnoticed. The buildings in Wall Drug were constructed of native timber and old brick… a treasure-trove of history and fascination.

 

Kearn was a strikingly handsome young nineteen year old skier from Boise, Idaho who had been selected by the University of Idaho to join the ski team, but to his parents dismay, he accepted a scholarship to Iowa State University. He was awarded a place in their winter athletic program.

Kearn Borges and the legend of the Jackalope, were unlike any other creatures that found their way to fame. Many tall tales about him were made on the streets of Wall Drug, USA.

Lela was the only child of Joshua and Naomi Weatherall from Yukon, Oklahoma.  She was a spoiled, self-centered child, but the apple of her daddy’s eye.

Lela was captain of the cheerleading squad and most of the boys in high school and the entire football team, had dreams about dating her. The Weatherall family went back generations and they amassed their wealth from oil. Joshua Weatherall’s large farm implement business employed most of the local inhabitants in the surrounding area of Yukon, Oklahoma.

Naomi Weatherall inherited fifteen thousand acres of rich farmland that was rented out to local farmers who planted crops of sunflower and boundless fields of waving wheat surround by neighboring cities rich in oil and American history.

Lela had dreams of moving to Hollywood and breaking into show business. She was not only beautiful, but she was an “A” student. Lela Weatherall was eighteen when she left the town of Yukon, to attend the University of Iowa. Joshua and Naomi had different plans for their only child. Lela was also an extremely talented gymnast and her parents held out hope that she would join a college gymnastic team and make her way into the Olympics.

Leeza and Nate Maxwell flew to the Wilder Ranch from Laurel County, Kentucky in the heart of the Daniel Boone National Forest. London, Kentucky was named after London, England and it was the home town of Colonel Harland Sanders, founder of the Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurants.

It was an area of small towns nestled in the beautiful mountains where the females outnumbered the males. Nate Maxwell was the Superintendent of the Laurel County, Kentucky School District and Leeza was a stay at home mother who was still raising small children. Boz Maxwell spent his weekend nights in the local bars entertaining the customers as a stand-up comic and looking for love in all the wrong places.

Martin Sossa called Lei Lani Keoki at her job on the Big Island of Hawaii to tell her in person, “Lei Lani, this is Marty, I need you to sit down because I have some disturbing news to tell you.”

She could hear the concern in his voice, “Martin, is Haleakala okay?”

Martin cleared his throat and tried to stay brave, “Lei Lani, Kona and her friends left the day before yesterday to go white water rafting in Montana, but something has happened.”

She interrupted him in a panicked frame of mind, “Martin, what are you saying?”

He replied, “I’ve not said anything yet, but the FBI is involved because the private jet the kids were on is missing.”

Lei Lani’s voice was shaking, “Martin, I need to know, did the plane go down on the mountain?”

The silence was deafening until Martin said, “Lei Lani, we don’t know, but I’m flying out soon. I’m on my way to the Cheyenne, Wyoming ranch of Beauregard Wilder.”

The end of the excerpt.

I hope you enjoyed the mini tour of the ‘Bread Basket’ of the United States and the smidgen of the book Seychelles Survivor.

Seychelle Survivor is available for purchase on CreateSpace and the K. Lorraine website – http://klorraine.com. The book is rated PG and does contain adult subject material.

Thank you for spending time with me and reading my blog.

Happy Reading,

K. Lorraine

9/11/2001

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Do you remember where you were 15 years ago today?

My husband and I had flown into the Saginaw, Michigan airport a few days prior to 9/11/2001 to attend our son, Eric Michael’s wedding to Kellie. We were staying in Caro with Ed’s son Michael, our daughter-in-law Shelley and three years old grandson Jesse. The wedding was on Saturday, September 9th.

The day was beautiful and the wedding, as all weddings are – it was lovely. We were to fly home to Ft. Myers, FL. September 14, but all air traffic was still grounded. Eric and Kellie were stranded in Las Vegas, where they had gone on their honeymoon.

There is no doubt that I would have remembered the week spent in mid-Michigan with family and friends, but because of the horrific act of terrorism that took place upon our country, I doubt there is any American who has forgotten where you were and what you were doing when the planes crashed into the New York Trade Center buildings. I know that I will never forget…

May God continue to bless the souls lost 15 years ago on this day, 9/11/2001.

May God bless the families whose lives were changed and forever embrace them in his loving arms.

May God bless American today and every day until the end day of time.

May God bring peace to the world…

Amen…

K. Lorraine

Ground Control to Major Tom

 

They say when it ain’t broke… don’t fix it. I had written a blog the other day about travel to Arizona and it was my biggest blog success story thus far. In fact, I received roughly 120 Facebook LIKES and numerous comments, and that’s not bad for a newbie blogger. So, I thought… try it again and see what happens. Do folks really like to read about different places in the world?

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Today – I want to take you to visit Roswell, New Mexico where I currently live. The state of New Mexico is beautiful no matter where you go. There are mountains, foothills, plains, desert land, big cities and small towns. The climate varies depending on wherever you are. No matter what… New Mexico is a great place to see, and in my case, I live there.

 

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My husband and I built our home in Roswell in 2004. Hurricane Charlie and three other storms hit us hard that summer. We had visited Roswell at least eight times previously. It was our intention to have a western home and leave the south behind. We accomplished our vision and our new home was almost ready for occupancy when Charlie rolled in off the Gulf of Mexico.

I’d like to blog about that story at another time, but right now, fasten your seat belts because we are about to land in Roswell.

 

Maybe I don’t live real close to the airport, but on some days, not too close is… too close.

In the summer of 1947, a rancher discovered some unidentifiable debris in his sheep pasture outside Roswell, New Mexico. Although officials from the local Air Force base, asserted that it was a crashed weather balloon, but many people believed it was the remains of an extraterrestrial flying saucer. History reports that a series of secret “dummy drops” happened in New Mexico during the 1950’s that heightened suspicion.

Nearly 50 years after the story of the mysterious debris broke, the U.S. military issued a report linking the incident to a top-secret atomic espionage project called Project Mogul. Still, many people continue to embrace the UFO theory, and hundreds of curiosity seekers visit Roswell and the crash site every year. Some people believed–and still believe–that the crashed vehicle had not come from Earth at all. They argued that the debris must have come from an alien spaceship.

DUMMY DROPS AND UFOS

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These skeptics grew more numerous during the 1950’s, when the Air Force conducted a series of secret “dummy drops” over air bases, test ranges and unoccupied fields across New Mexico The experiments, meant to test ways for pilots to survive falls from high altitudes.  Featureless dummies with latex “skin” and aluminum ‘bones’,  bandaged dummies that looked an awful lot like space aliens were supposed to fall from the sky onto the ground. Whereupon, military vehicles would descend on the landing site to retrieve the ‘bodies’ as quickly as possible. To people who believed the government was covering up the truth about the Roswell landing, these dummy drops seemed just as suspicious. They were convinced that the dummies were actually extraterrestrial creatures who were being kidnapped and experimented on by government scientists.

Today, I plan to blog about the Roswell, NM International Air Center Airport and its uniqueness. During World War II, the airport was called  the Roswell Army International Airfield.  And during the Cold War, it was known as the Walker Air Force Base . When it closed, it was the largest base of the United States Air Force Strategic Command. Roswell International Air Center was developed after the closure of Walker Air Force Base on June 30, 1967.

Since the base closure in 1967, the City has converted the extensive airfield complex to civil aviation use. The RIAC is home to a fireworks factory, a plastic manufacturer, a builder of buses, a candy manufacturer, aircraft repair and refurbishing companies, and the Roswell Municipal Airport.

All classes of general and commercial aviation activity can presently be accommodated at the RIAC, including training and research operations as well as equipment maintenance and testing programs. The Eastern New Mexico University has a campus there, and aircraft repair and refurbishing companies including AerSale have airliners stored on-site.

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The Roswell International Air Center covers an area of 5,029 acres with two paved runways. The industrial sites and buildings are available for lease with the RIAC, no tenant should lack of space.

The site was used for several years to launch stratospheric balloons for Air Force projects. The airfield also serves as a storage facility for a number of retired Air bus A300-600R  wide body jetliners formerly operated by American Airline.

In 2002 a series of charter flights operated by Trans World Airline (TWA) with Boeing 767-300 aircraft were flown into Roswell in order to transport trainees for the Federal Air Marshal service. This training was conducted at the Federal Law Enforcement Center in nearby Artesia, New Mexico.

The Boeing Company uses the airfield for braking performance testing of its aircraft, most recently the testing of BF Goodrich carbon brakes on the Boeing 737-900ER model. Brake testing has also been performed on the Boeing 787 Dreamliner at the airport.

A New Mexico National Guard unit uses several buildings on the airport grounds. Since I’ve lived in Roswell, Sarah Palin, Hank JR., President G.W. Bush, President Obama, among other music groups, celebrities and politicians have flown into RAC. Their planes have flown directly over my house.

Roswell is an aircraft Boneyard. Deserts, such as this one, in the Southwestern United States, are good locations for Boneyards since the dry conditions reduce corrosion and the hard ground does not need to be paved. Boneyards are either kept as storage locales or have their parts removed for reuse or resale and are then scrapped.

In August, 2016, the RAC became the temporary retirement home for 20 American Airline jets. The planes are to be restored in Roswell as the airline determined the future for the planes.  The aircraft were flown in from all parts of the country.

Today, as I wrote this piece, nearly two dozen airliners flew into Roswell. So not to interrupt regular air traffic, these jets were directed to use an alternate course with some landing five minutes or less from the previous one. That’s a lot of air traffic at one time to deal with on the ground below.

By now, I imagine you know what I’m leading up to. These aircraft took wing over my house. David Bowie wrote the lyrics to the song ‘Space Oddity’ and the song goes like this.

“Ground Control to Major Tom…

Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.”

Needless-to-say, this is how I felt for the hour and a half as the American Airline jets tore up the sky.

“This is Ground Control to Major Tom. You’ve really made the grade. Far above the world, Planet Earth is blue, but now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare” , at the Roswell International Air Center. I look the liberty to paraphrase the lyrics a bit to fit my story. Data from: LyricFind. Lyrics provided for educational purposes.

I do admit that it was a spectacular sight to see the fleet of plane race across the atmosphere.  More of the McDonnall Douglas-80 models are expected in the future to arrive in Roswell.  When this happens, I’ll be prepared with my earplugs, helmet, and binoculars. BRING – IT – ON!

Thank you for sharing some time with the author and reading my blog.

Happy Reading,

K. Lorraine

 

Travel Blog – Oatman, AZ

Dear FB friends,

My webmaster updated the K. Lorraine webpage a few days ago. My webmaster updated the K. Lorraine webpage a few days ago. Thank you Jeannie for a job well done.

I love the streamline, modern look that she gave the site. As we all age, a face lift never hurts.

But, I was just instructed on how to navigate my new webpage, so I can give you some insight on how  to find your way around the front page. There are several small icons on the upper portion of the  page in the area of my picture. Click on the icon that you want to explore. The reader will find the NEW and older BLOGS when you click on the icon that says – K. Lorraine Books.

If you click on Walter Shuster – you will find an entire list of books that I’ve published over the years and where you can purchase the book if you so desire.

When you click on Twitter, you will be taken to one of my Twitte pages. I’ve discovered that if you click on the tab ‘HOME’, you will go to another and more updated Twitter page.

I am working with my web designer on updating the Author’s Bio. It is six years old and could use an update about the advancement of my writing career over the years.

I suggest that you take some time and explore what the K. Lorraine site has to offer you.

Today’s BLOG  – GO to the ends of the world by by auto, boats, trains, planes or donkeys – Oatman, AZ.

I’m always looking for new blog topics. I’m not sure if it was by accident or good fortune that brought to me the…

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GO to the ends of the world by auto, boats, trains, planes or donkey – Oatman, AZ.

I’m always looking for new blog topics. I’m not sure if it was by accident or good fortune that brought to me the RJ Vlier.com website. By the way, you might want to check her out. RJ has been around for a while and she has a thought-provoking writing style. I find her work out of the ordinary, and she always draws my attention to see what she is up to at the moment. So browse through her website and see what she’s all about for yourself.

Anyways,  I caught on that she was promoting a new book. I found two noteworthy points of interest in her blog appealing, so I read on. Dragon Boat Races caught my eye, and I was curious about a comment that mentioned travel. She wrote about wanting to visit the place where you can be in (four) states at one time.

I think she was  referring to Four Corners in northern N.M. This is where you can put your hands and feet in four states at one time. The four connecting states are, N.M., CO., Utah, and AZ. I’ve been there several times and it is definitely worthy of a western adventure.

RJ Also mentioned in her blog that she would like to visit Key West. But, livng in Florida, as long as Ed and I had, the Keys were like stepping out of our back door and riding the Conch train to Sloppy Joes for a jello shot. And then going a few blocks to visit Ernest’s cats at the Hemmingway mansion.

One of our favorite things to do was go to the Salvation Army center looking to purchase Florida-style men’s shirts at half the price selling in the tourist shops. Of course we never missed Duval street and its lively nightlife, and then we’d always end up at the southernmost point of the United States where the Carribean and the Atlantic join just 90 miles from Cuba.

Today, I considered it might be thought provoking to blog about travel and places of interest. I dug through the recess of my mind and came with an adventure that Ed and I took when we traveled across the country on Route 66.

Getting our ‘Kicks on Route 66’

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Route 66 is known as the Main Street of America or the Mother Road. The highway served as a major path for those who migrated west, especially during the Dust Bowl of the 1930’s, and it supported the economies of the communities through which the road passed.

My husband and I had taken a month long road trip across America each year for as long as I can remember. I kept a journal of our adventures, and this one took place in 2006, when we traveled the length of Route 66 from its beginning in Chicago to the western coast of California. The entire trip took a month, but today, I’m going to share a bit about Arizona.

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It was an adventure in itself getting to Oatman, Arizona. Okay, so first of all, the drive from the Kingman side was scary, but in a thrilling way! The road was very narrow with several sharp hairpin curves. No vehicles over forty feet in length were allowed on this road.

It started as a meager trail for the people who migrated there in their Model T’s from the Midwest. So, even though it made the drive more difficult on those old Model-T’s, the road took the hazardous journey up Sitgreaves Pass and bypassed Yucca. But once we got to the top of the mountain, and Oatman, it was a fun place to be.

Burros first came to Oatman with early day prospectors. The animals were also used inside the mines for hauling rock and ore. Outside the mines, the burros were used for hauling water and supplies. As the mines closed and people moved away, the burros were released into the surrounding hills.

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The draw to Oatman is the wild burros that are descendants of the animals the gold miners left behind when they vacated the town. Live burros still roamed the streets, mostly in the afternoon looking for handouts from the tourists. My husband wandered around taking pictures of them, but I chose to stay in the car. While he was out playfully surrounded by the beasts of burden, a burro came up to my window and rubbed his nose against it. But even with a pane of glass between us, that was close up and personal enough for me.

The Drulin Hotel, was built in 1902, and it survived a devastating fire that burned most of the town’s other buildings in 1921. The hotel did a brisk business, accommodating the local miners. Clark Gable and Carole Lombard honeymooned there in 1939. Their honeymoon suite was open to view and though guests no longer stayed the night, there was a museum on the top floor and a bar and a restaurant on the bottom floor. The old hotel, was renamed the Oatman hotel in the 1960’s, and it is the only historic two story adobe building in Mohave County.

Oatman is an authentic western ghost town. It is located on Historic U.S. Route 66. The Sidewalks are wooden and most of the buildings are as they were built.  The friendly town residence and store owners dress in western clothes and do their best to help create the early days. Though Oatman is only a shadow of its former self, it is well worth a visit to this lively “ghost town” that provided, not only a number of historic buildings and photograph opportunities, but the streets provided the tourists with well costumed 1890’s style ladies strolling about.

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It was fun to be part of the wild west experience and witness a real live reenactment of a gunfight and bank robbery. In its heyday, from the early 1900’s to the 1940’s, Oatman and the nearby town of Gold Road were the largest producers of gold in Arizona. Being in Oatman felt just like we were living during the time of cowboys and gold miners and now the ghosts of the past.

So, this was my way of sharing a tid-bit about one of the Four Corner states – Arizona. But, really, I guess I just like reminiscing and storytelling.

Thank you for joining me and reading my blog. Until next time,

Happy Reading, K. Lorraine

My funn stuff to blog about

Hi everyone to my first WordPress blog… An insight about the author behind the blog.

I feel blessed to have found the courage to try different things. I’ve set my goals high, but without God’s inspiration and leadership, I doubt that I would have found my way to publish numerous stand-alone books, written in different genres.

In fact, I’ve just finished my first full length  novel, ‘The Playboy Prince,’ and my very first book of poems; ‘Poetry in Motion.’ I have numerous published books, so I encourage you to go to my webpage http://klorraine.com and read the ticklers about my books.

If the Lord had not been my guiding force, I question whether the creativity within me, would have spurred me to write and publish, not one, but two Children’s Series of stories.  Spog the Alien, and the Snuggles Bedtime stories have been good to me.

A ‘Snow Bird’ is a geriatric human who migrates from the north.  A ‘Snow Bird,’  lives among other white hair herds and they mostly live in SW Florida 55 plus communities. The Snowbird’s first waterfront Florida homes boast of  sunshine, palm trees, beautiful blue water, and front yard plastic pink flamingos in clusters.

My husband Ed and I, however, are not grouped with the brood of our white haired friends. We are considered to be ‘Alien Time-Travelers’ from the west… Roswell, New Mexico, in fact.

My artistic prowess was discovered early in life, but it was in August, 2012 when I became a serious artist. Although, art has been a passion of mine since my grandmother discovered this talent in me at seven years old, my appetite for drawing and painting continued through the decades that followed.

I’ve decided it was time to share the other side of my personality and showcase my artistic ability. It’s my plan to connect my storytelling with my artwork. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to use my weblog as a platform to stage my art and a vehicle for stories.

Come back soon to read my next ‘funn’ blog… Zozobra

Happy Reading,

K. Lorraine