All this season feels so unreal now. Did I read it somewhere or maybe watch part of a strange series on TV? I can hardly identify with that girl/woman, whoever wrote about those times. She may still exist somewhere inside me but like the long ago child who was innocent and mostly content, she is buried very deep. In some ways the child is closer.
I actually missed two days on the last post. I did write on April 11 and 13. Oh well, nothing too earthshaking, I suppose. I had trouble posting that week's installment so maybe it was trying to tell me something.
I did not go down the 21st so I'll try to pick up any tidbits for that day and then go back to the previous weekend (April 15-16 ) in Clarkdale and some events there. Friday the 21st, I was excused from Accounting as I had the assignment done but had a tough test in Biology. In the afternoon I went up to the rodeo arena Jo and Bertie There was nothing to do so I came back and then went up again with Esther, Keith and some others.(Note--none of these names ring any bells today!) Came home from that with Joann K. She and I are in the ticket booth tomorrow from 2:00 to 3:00.
So the prior weekend: April 15-16. Yes, I was at Clarkdale those days and there are a few things worth mention. Riding on Saturday, Charlie Mike and I saw Earl Ragsdale, our old track inspector friend. He told us B&B 6 had turned their big motorcar over. He said Shorty had some broken ribs and Mr. Watt was banged up some. Earl said the officials were down Thursday and seemed really torqued about it.. That worried me. I would not be surprised if Dusty got demoted to bridge or track inspector or back to just a carpenter. The officials had been looking for a way to get at him and the accident was such an opportunity. That gave me a bad feeling.
The latest on the Morgan Madness was too complicated to write even then and I do not recall any details, just more of the same with conflicts and dirty deeds and trouble--always trouble. Sunday we hauled ties, discards they'd been given permission to pick up. We also started working on a separate pen for Buzzie. I rode her a little and let her graze on a bit of new grass in the shop yard. Poor baby is so thin; I hope we can pick her up. I did some final frantic work on a paper due soon and then hopped on the bus to head to Flagstaff after supper.
So back on Campus Monday morning, I hoped Charlie Mike could deliver the note I had written to Dusty. I realized his failure to call or come recently was mostly due to issues and problems on the job which were now revealed as being serious, very serious. I complained I was still tired and sore from the work I had done and realized I was slowly getting out of shape.
The next few days went by in normal fashion. I was not tapped for Spurs but was more relieved than disappointed; I had gone to their tea and fashion show and not been greatly impressed. I attended an address by Stuart Udall about ongoing wilderness and other BLM/Forest plans which fit in with some history themes and papers I was working on. . Tuesday coming back from the library, Mary and I wandered through a number of the dorms. I wanted to see what Wilson was like since I'd be there for the summer. It is nice and I thought I'd like it.. Raymond is kind of neat but I do not like Cowden at all. I went to the Rodeo Club Wednesday for the first time in several weeks and decided to get involved in the weekend's annual rodeo activity. Thursday morning I sorted and washed some clothes and cleaned the room.Then I trotted off to class, determined not to be late since Dr Smallwood took a very dim view of that! I was never real confident in that one anyway. "No word from home," I complained. "I get disgusted with the folks but I know they are busy..." And then it was a weekend again, the NAU Collegiate Rodeo.
Pictures? I know I had some from one NAU rodeo or another but darned if I can find them. Cuss. Dorms? Okay--one of Wilson--it was a large, long building, three stories. At that time it was the far south end of campus. Not now! My room was on the third floor. Wilson, relatively new then, was much more modern than North Quad. Next, a view from that room--ahead of this story--and then the rodeo arena, this shot from a summer 1967 Native Powwow but the same location.
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