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Donna's Journal
Special People, Special Places

This note came from a girl who almost married my nephew.  She was special. Here is the old porch of which she speaks:

Well, I have this to say.  Dad sure had a spirit about him of generousity and kindness.  "Come on up,"  he would tell anyone he had invited to fish in the watershed,  "We'll open up a keg of nails."  Today he would be thrilled at the prospect that even years after his death someone was enjoying the work of his hands on this old rock porch.

I ran into the daughter of the Roper family who had lived on the mile  corner. She told me her brother was buried in that old cemetery across from the ranch house and she had asked Dad to fence it in because the cattle were walking over the stones.  She said when she went back there was a taunt fence all around the place and I supposed that was the last time it was fenced. This women is around 85 herself, now.

When I was buried in sorrow, one day,  while  walking around the old ranch house yard I realized Dad wasn't there anymore and that he would have encouraged me to work on my own place so that others could enjoy it just as they enjoyed fishing in the watershed. There certainly is  no mansion here at my home and no watershed where they can fish. The house is small and will not allow anymore than 26, but to enjoy good food, friends and family  around the table or lounging under the old apple tree we planted  30 years ago is almost as good as that home on the prairie. An apricot tree is coming along and maybe as the apple tree goes there will still be a quiet shady place where my guests can slip away from their worries to renew their resolve to rise again against their own terrors.

Here's this womans note which I plan to print and save.


It is turning fall here (New Mexico) and we have had some rare rains and humidity...Yesterday morn was wet and grey and so felt like Oklahoma. Then yesterday afternoon I drove out and sat by the creek crossing below my old home in Capitan and for a moment I was down on the water crossing by Pauls pasture, Deja Vu.....uncanny how we can suddenly be in another place!!! I still miss it there...more than I ever imagined I could!

I hope you know that the time I spent at your old place cutting woood and sitiing on that old porch was my salvation and some of the true comfort I had to have to get through the hard lonely special that place is. I hope that (surely) someday one of your family will return there to build a new home....and keep the old porch for the sitting place!!!

Do give family and everyone else my love when you see them and have them give you a hug from me as well.

Love always,


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