All at once it was the last month of the first NAU year. I found it almost shocking, how quickly those weeks and months had passed. I spent most this week on campus and was grateful for that. There was a lot to do with business to wrap up the semester, looking ahead for the planned summer sessions and a vague shadow of apprehension--what was going to go wrong? That cold little shiver down one's back. I felt it often enough.
May 5, 1967
This weekend (May 6-7) I stayed on campus. The last one I had seen enough of 'home' for awhile! I gave much of the interim week a flash and dash, too. Either I was busy or there was not much exciting or important to discuss.
So I will slip back to talk a bit more about the prior weekend, April 29-30. Charlie Mike and I rode on Saturday and said goodbye to our friend Earl Ragsdale. He was leaving to become the section foreman at Aquila. We'd miss him as he had been a good friend to keep us informed. We wished him well. We got Buzzie's small pen finished so she could have a feed box to herself. I think we had at least three or more of the young mares in one larger pen and she had not held her own well. The family had my birthday dinner on Saturday--no big deal to me. Sunday morning came early as DST began. I managed to catch the midday bus and was back in Flagstaff about 3:30. I caught up on a few odds and ends and noted the next week was going to be busy. With the semester starting to wind down, there were varied projects to finish, quizzes to get ready for finals, and the usual routine of meals, cleaning the room, getting my mail and studying.
May 2 was worth a page, anyway. I said it had been both a good day and a bad one. Biology Lab was just an hour (whew) and Accounting class did not meet since Mr Gardner was ill. I got a letter from Mom--I guess nothing too critical as I did not say--and one from Mama Witt with another $5.00. Again I was almost ashamed to take it but I knew I would need it. We did not get our History tests back--including the make-up one I had done on Monday--and I could not catch Dr Downum in his office to discuss the summer sessions. After dinner--I said I had spaghetti, which I still liked--I went to check my final exam schedule. It's bitchin', I said, but I did want to stay there thru the next Saturday anyway. I went to the library with Mary and then back up to the Rodeo Club. A bit later I was reading when I had a phone call about 10:00. It was person to person, long distance. I had no idea who it was but did not expect --yes, it was Dusty. He said he'd been trying to reach me for a couple of weeks and apologized for missing my birthday. He will be up Tuesday or Wednesday this next week. Later I said it was ridiculous but I did feel much better. The long two months had been hard and I'd worried a lot. I knew though that I still loved him and always would. Jim and Ray really did not matter. At that time I had no hint how my devotion would be tested. That was part of the darkness. Was there light? A bit in making it through one year as I had and gaining confidence from that success as I looked ahead. Little else uplifting.
I really have no photos to illustrate this time. Instead I think I will go to much newer files and pick two skies expressive of the feelings. I was always a sunset and sunrise person. In a photo it is often hard to tell which the scene portrays. Here the first is a sunrise in Alamogordo--it is nicely promising but slightly ominous also. The second was a late sunset, also in Alamogordo--the scarlet line looked almost sinister and the darkness very foreboding. Both expressive of my feelings the week of April 29 through May 5, 1967
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