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I recently attended a high school graduation and what an entertaining evening. REALLY. I’m not kidding. Okay so here’s what happened. G & I arrived about 10 minutes early to packed stands. We took the first two openings we saw, row 2 on the 30 yard line farthest from the stage. (There were also chairs set up on the field for people with tickets). Soon “Never-met-a-stranger-G” was entertaining our section of the bleachers. A family with 4 of the most well behaved children I have ever seen were right in front of us and the kids immediately started interacting. What happened next was entirely G’s fault as he encouraged the kids per usual.
Kid 1; “Hey Mister, Where did you get that hat?” G-“Mexico”. Kid 2 ( adorable girl 5 years old) “You mean real Mexico?”
Kid 3; (Middle girl trying to get in on older brother and younger sister’s action) “Mister, Why are your boots so pointy?” *All 4 kids, their parents, and an old man left of G look down at his feet* G-“That’s so I can kill the bugs in corners.” Now, I could see the emotions pass over their face, ‘should I laugh or am I going to get in trouble if I laugh?’ He smiles, they laugh. Old man next to G: “What did he say?” His wife: “He kills bugs. BUGS”. Old man looks back down at G’s boots visibly irritated.
At this point I have to interject that the procession of 367 seniors had begun through a gauntlet of parents on the field (you know, the ones with tickets). They lined up in 2 lines for the grads to pass through all the while taking pictures. At times, in their zeal, they completely blocked the progress. Three songs played…then started over again. Therefore our banter wasn’t making us miss any action on the field. Plus we were on the second row and a gaggle of people with balloons & signs were still streaming in trying to find seats blocking any idea of a view. Okay. Back to the conversation;
Kid 1: “Mister, (pause…looks up while he is thinking ) You’re reeeallly old”. Kid 3 (Middle Girl not to be outdone) “You’re older than my grandpa!” To which G replies-“I AM OLDER THAN YOUR GRANDPA.” *Parents nervously laughing*
Mom of the inquisitive kids: “How old are you?” G answers-“73” ALL FOUR KIDS EXCLAIM “WOW!”. (Kid 2-, the adorable 5 year old covers her eyes).
Old man to the left of G (not their grandpa): “What did he say?” His Wife shouts: “He’s seventy-three” (people behind him laugh and nod at G)
Mom of 4 inquisitive kids: “I thought you were in your fifties! You look young”. Old man (who I think is not yet even close to 73 but looks older than G) shakes his head, GETS UP, MOTIONS TO HIS WIFE & THEY LEAVE!
Preteen Girl on my right who has been listening: “Are you in love with him?” (which I think is kind of a weird out of the blue question but hey, we ARE the entertainment during this turtle walk the grads are doing so I answer) “Well yes, we have been together 25 years” Teenage girl: “Woah. That’s quite an accomplishment!” to which the surrounding couples above her chuckle too. We are all sitting in the bleachers to celebrate accomplishments so I roll with it. The mood around us remains festive, total strangers striking up oddly personal conversations all thanks to my G.
For the rest of the night our section enjoyed the celebration together. We all shared a belly laugh when unbeknownst to the owner of a huge bundle of balloons, a wind had blown the balloons to engulf a man walking past in the opposite direction. The poor man was trapped in a sea of blue, gold and black. The trapped man panicked, struggled, batted and swam his way out of the mess. What WE saw were balloons, elbows, balloons, knees, man twisting around, more balloons. What we HEARD was Squeaky squeaky squeak “Sorry dude” just as the balloons finally set the captive free. They just kept going walking away in opposite directions like it never happened.
We all listened to the same speeches together and a collective wave rippled through the bleachers from over 30 year old onlookers as we questioned why so many speeches by the top graduates referenced TV Shows as inspirational. One recounted episodes and praised the accomplishments of a fictional character as if she was presenting that character an award. The only other quote was taken from Cardi B. Not one literary quote in ANY of the speeches. None. No standards like Walt Whitman, or Mark Twain. Perhaps my time as a lover of books is old fashioned now. I’m the old woman in the stands thinking “kids these days…do they know how fascinating it is that Harper Lee is still relevant?” Perhaps the student speech givers knew that their peers understood why the quote from Cardi B was special, and why Kim Possible or Ron Stoppable is inspirational even if I wasn’t in on it.
Every speech from the hall of fame inductees to teachers to students had some reference to the support received from the community. Whether it was from fellow students, family, teachers, or the community itself, all of them called out each other for kindness and support they received. I found that so comforting and somewhat unique in the political rhetoric speeches have become today’s norm. Perhaps that is the epicenter of this school’s success. A community celebrating each other’s accomplishments.
This diverse school had nearly 5 million dollars worth of scholarships, so many awards to the senior class including awards in academic decathlons, a 92% rate of continuing education from this class alone, national awards in things like ROTC, and even in Fashion. These were opportunities we didn’t even have “in my day”. It came as a surprise to me that the biggest cheer of the night was for the principal like he was some kind of rock star. What a great time to be a graduate. Perhaps the biggest accomplishment of the school is exactly that, making us all wish we were one of them.
Two and a half hours later many families had already duck-walked in front of us out of the stands as soon as their grad received a diploma. I KNEW their student had received a diploma because 3 foot pictures of their grad were produced, screams, horns & booming confetti cannons shot over us all as the names were announced. The confetti cannons were such a hit with our new friends that, for a while at least, the children were occupied with collecting. “I get red, you get blue…” Those of us in our little section stayed to the end. Together. We helped each other gather belongings, amble out of the bleachers and bid goodbye like we were long lost friends. Kids gave hugs to G, hands were shaken, good luck offered.
We looked for my nephew who we were there to celebrate and met the family off to the side of the common area, out near the vending machines. He was number three Senior in his class and remained humble and grateful for the support from his parents, brother, aunts, uncles and cousin who were present and gathered in a circle around him taking pictures in terrible lighting. Oh and score! We got out of our parking space onto the street like the parking gods were watching. Yep we REALLY had a blast at this graduation.
Lorelei: (aka kid 2 -five year old adorable girl ): “Hey Mister, are you gonna come to my graduation?” G- “Yes I am so you better work very hard.” Lorelei: “Okay I will.” and runs to her dad.
See you in 2031 Lorelei.
Only 2 years apart, G grew up with his Uncle O with G’s older brother in between. Their mothers provided the three tiny children with a frying pan, some bacon & eggs, and watched as the very young boys climbed the side of the mountain behind their side by side houses. Soon there would be a small glimmer of a fire and the boys made their own breakfast. All day the boys would be immersed in their cowboy existence on that Phoenix mountain. By today’s standards the boys would be considered too young to be making a fire, climbing trails, staying on a mountain all day, shooting 22’s at an imaginary enemy. It is their experience to share and their memories together.
This week O presented G with a most extraordinary handmade knife. Using an antler and a piece of steel, he forged and polished to such a sharp edge it slices through a piece of paper so easily, sharper than a razor.When someone shares a piece of their artistic soul, their art, you just KNOW that you are holding a piece of their heart in your hand.Thank you Uncle O for such a memorable gift.
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Each February vendors come to Tucson, AZ to exhibit gems, minerals, fossils, boulders, and natural art at the Tucson Gem and Mineral Show.
The logistics of shipping the tremendous amount of heavy rock always amazes me. In just a few weeks tons of material arrive in Tucson. I picture an off-balance washing machine thumping away; except its the earth wobbling from the excess weight.
I have my favorite venues. The Co-Op on Oracle Rd always has a large petrified wood room with different tables on display every year. I highly recommend hugging petrified tree millions of years old whenever one gets a chance.
My favorite room at the Co-Op has Septarian geodes from Utah. I check their room first thing on the first day as they are very popular.
The Co-Op is handicap accessible and always has fossils to see.
We tried the new venue advertised as the “upscale” 22nd street show. Not my type of product but found some interesting art!
These bat coffins are quite interesting. However pants would have been a good idea. I was not prepared to see bat genitalia so early in the morning.
Also proof that someone whacked that Geico lizard. Perhaps now we can stop contemplating why a Gecko selling insurance in the US has a UK accent and has access to Navy aircraft carriers.
In the olden days (I’d say even 10 years ago) there were only a few different venues hosting exhibits. It was easy to see in a couple of days. The fame of the Tucson Gem Show spread and now there are venues all over town.
After the 4th or 5th venue it can feel like repetition, However, treasure may be right around the corner.
I try to buy my supplies from returning vendors to show support to them for coming back each year. Half the fun of the treasure hunt is talking to the vendors and listen to their story. People come from all over the world. There are so many different paths that lead to the Gem Show!
One of the more artistic booths has unique gem inlaid pictures. Every year they exhibit and have a darkened room where the art is illuminated from behind. Impossible to capture the beauty in a photo.
When I tell the exhibitor that ‘this is always one of my favorite booths”, she animatedly responds “Oh do you posses one of our pieces?” I tell her “I wish” as I run my hand over the cool metal and stone.
One of the returning booths only sells Himalayan Salt Lamps. If you see one you want buy it because if you wait to “buy it on the way out so I can take it straight to the car” it the treasure will be gone.
There are miles and miles of beads,
Treasure hunters bring your walking shoes! There is no place like the Tucson Gem and Mineral Show.
Replenishing my supplies: Hopefully enough to get me through 2018. Until the next treasure hunt at least…
Ready to go! Excited to use some of the new product in the projects. Stay tuned to Desertwindsgallery.com
How many times has this happened to you? It’s late & you know your own house so why turn on the light right? WELL becuase out of the corner of your eye you COULD see a giant white ghost lurking in the dark! Actually it’s a pool cover rolled up in a bag that nevertheless scared the holy poop out of me. UPS delivered the giant box after dark so G opened it up & put it in the kitchen to take out at first light. THE REST of the story is that about a half hour later, I shufled back to the kitchen, left the light off and jumped again! Stupid haunted pool cover. MORAL of the STORY: While it’s fun to have short term memory when rewatching a Netflix series, forgetting there is a spooky haunted pool cover in the kitchen is recipe for multiple frights.
As long as I can remember I loved trips to Nogales, Sonora, Mexico. We lived a mere 70 miles north of the Mexican border and the ever-changing City of Nogales. We had traveled through on our way to Guaymas many times when I was a child but only stopped long enough to obtain a visa and move on. It seemed as soon as we crossed the border, life immediately changed.
We often crossed at night so I had to strain to see the city as dimly lit buildings flashed past the open truck window. Delicious smoke from open fire grills and outdoor stoves made me want to stop and stay with the families. Later my older sister would be allowed to take a high school trip with her friends and returned with colorful stories and fancy souvenirs.
It would be years until I would be old enough for my parents to let me go on my own. Nogales offered just what I needed as a teen in the 70’s. Leather shops, blankets hanging in the sidewalks, colorful wood carvings and ceramics everywhere. Now mixed with the delicious smell of Mexican food and firewood was leather, wood and hot blankets in the sun.
Since then we have made several friends, visited houses on the cliffs, stayed too long, not long enough…Nogales. I love the smells of this city. We found a Cantina on a back road with chicken cooking on a grill outside and the smell was AMAZing! There were many locals waiting in line for their order. A friendly man saw me taking pictures and came out to tell us that yesterday the streets were flooded with 5 or 6 meters of rain. He showed us the pictures of the arches across the street barely above the waterline. I didn’t get his pictures but below is the picture of the approaching storm. We are all hoping it would not flood like yesterday. Shops were ready with sandbags and everyone was optimistic. It seems Nogales has grown up right along with me. Medical tourism is now a large source of income. Pharmacies and dental offices line the streets where blankets once hung over sidewalks. Medication may cost less than half here. My favorite dentist is here. We like to wander before and after appointments. Of course one MUST stop at La Roca to eat.
The plaza is cool and inviting. Bright Colors and art adorn the sidewalks.Walking back over the bridge we are above the lines of cars crossing the border from Mexico into the USA.There are still some tourist shops. These young men played dominoes to pass the time during the slow summer season. The intense one on the right is winning. Curios still line the streets as traffic leaves Mexico to enter the US.Old meets new.
There is a feeling when I cross the border through the turnstyle, walking on slick tile, then the bricks, past the chatter of the taxi drivers, toward the main street of Obregon. Although the city changes with the needs of the tourists, the people and the city we love stays the same. Nogales, Sonora, Mexico.