Still having problems unraveling the mess in the Verde Valley. There were days I felt like it would never end. I still had basically a long month to go before I could finally close the door on most of it.This week I was able to write on the 18th and the 20th,
18 Oct, Wednesday
I went down 'home' Saturday. Mom and Alex met me at the bus depot (Lillian's coffee and ice cream shop, main street Cottonwood).We talked things over as we walked up to Clemenceau. It is quite a bad scene. I'd say suspended sntence or probation would be the best we could possibly hope for and more likely some 'hard time' or confinement in 24th and Van Buren since Uncle spoke to Dr Joe Hudson at the Fort Whipple VA Hospital and an insanity plea was mentioned. Sunday Charlie Mike and I rode down to get the three young mares. Chief and Buzzie were pretty high having had no riding or exercise for awhile. I am not sure now if we brought them back to join the others at the rental house or put them somewhere else. That afternoon Uncle Dan showed up, full of orders and ideas. He went up to try to get Roxie's deposit for the house up in the canyon below Jerome and I guess cussed Mr Gray up one side and down the the other. Bet that man never heard of a family like the Morgan bunch before. Anyway I got a free ride back to Flagstaff and a steak dinner at Senor Bob's. It was the second time I had eaten there and a total of four nice dinners bought for me in a year by three 'handsome" (?) fellows. (Jim McM, Dusty and Uncle) two steaks, one Chinese and one pork chops Oh, and the one at Sedona too.Maybe Mr Nuanez or ??? I'm getting so cosmopolitan!
Back to classes, I got 37/42 on my psych test, and 80/100 on Accounting. That is not so bad for a start under the circumstances. Last night I studied Government for four hours so I hope to do adequately on that one today. I located a swing machine at Harper's Used Furniture. I just may buy it. I got some fabric at Goodwill and three skirts for $1.00, one which perfectly matches my green sweater set. Charlie Mike said he'd heard from Harry (the Clarkdale section foreman) that Dusty was going to get ack on as a foreman. That was welcome news to me; then maye I will see him sometime! I wrote a letter to Paul Babbitt (where we'd bought the Quarter horses) yesterday. Now I sit on pins and needles also wondering whether or not Al Nuanez will be able to work out a deal, when and how the hearing comes out, etc. It is enough to drive a person batshit really. Got the color film in my camera and took pix of the peaks, Maybe I will get one of the front entrance of Campbell this morning
Oct 20, Friday
Hmm, hardly worth coming to class for Marketing the morning but maybe one gets a few brownie points. I have this creepy feeling I blew the bottom out of the Govt test Wendsday although I studied all Tueday evening at the library. I had gotten too far behind on the reading which was bad, Charkie Mike called last night. The Boss apparently has to stand trial and has a bunch of wild schemes dreamed up which he thinks will get him out. That is really whacky. I guess I'll run down again. They still have not heard from Nuanez so I hope that deal has not gotten screwed up. I do not know if my letter even got to Paul Babbitt. The horss are a problem. I wish I wasn't so attached to them. I am getting the sewing machine for $25. That's too much to pay but I think I will be glad to have it. Will probably go fetch it this afternoon, I hope it isn't too heacvy to carry back but I weil stagger along some way. I have to come back on the early bus Sunday if possible so I can study for the Data Processing test Monday. I rather dread that one. And I still have that screwy project to finish. It's only 1/4 done. I'll have to haunt the place until I finish it using the machines. It's not a homework thing!
I've now worn all three of the new skirts from Goodwill. I'm wearing the lavender plaid today. It is so pretty. I got a call from Mama Witt last night. She was so worried and I could not bring myself to tell her all the bad news so I just said I thought there would be some changes soon. What else could I say? I think Mom may well go back there. I'll have to see what happens at home and catch up on the news.
Pictures, such as they are. First, Uncle Dan with Mom and the boys at the Clemenceau house. Charlie Mike was getting tall. He was seventeen or close to it. He looked very sullen her. He and Uncle did not get along too well.This next was earlier, spring 1966, but I held Puani and Cyn Mas who were three during the meltdown time. The area where the family camped was about 50 yards to the right of this spot. The corrals were behind the photographer here. Last semi-aerial view of corrals at another time--thus the snow. The bare central area with plain snow was about where I stood in the prior one and the camp was off to the left from there. I have never again set foot there since September 14 when we left. but looked down from the highway.
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