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Welcome to the domain different--to paraphrase from New Mexico's capital city of Santa Fe which bills itself "The City Different." Perhaps this space is not completely unique but my world shapes what I write as well as many other facets of my life. The four Ds figure prominently but there are many other things as well. Here you will learn what makes me tick, what thrills and inspires me, experiences that impact my life and many other antidotes, vignettes and journal notes that set the paradigm for Dierdre O'Dare and her alter ego Gwynn Morgan and the fiction and poetry they write. I sell nothing here--just share with friends and others who may wander in. There will be pictures, poems, observations, rants on occasion and sometimes even jokes. Welcome to our world!

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Memoir Monday, January 6, 1967

January 6, 1967  The break completed, I went back to Flagstaff on the 3rd, a Tuesday. The class schedule seemed odd as if Monday and Tuesday were combined but abbreviated. I made no notes or comment about that though. But first, the entry for 

Jan 6, 1967

Dusty didn't (call) but I won't fuss too much. I think he'd said after the 7th...  I got $5.00 and spent most of it and even found a dime. Today it's cold and windy, nothing special so far. Guess I am going home. More later if it's worth mention.

Later: It was near dusk when we got to Clarkdale. As we rounded the corner  at the Y, I saw a flicker of lights to the north. The outfit track was occupied!. Six had come in Thursday--the day before.

Now to go back and fill in the short week. January 3 I was back at NAU. I got in at 10:30 and just dumped my stuff helter skelter and headed off to English. Next I got my mail--so much,. I got a $25 check from Uncle Dan and decided to save $20 for awhile until I see how things go. I shan't be very spendthrift for awhile. I wondered where B&B 6 was when its regular foreman returned this morning? He'd probably have to get ready to move the outfit. It was good to be back but at first I felt like "What am I doing here?" This was the longest time away and the jolt was rather keen after living almost my old life for over two weeks. By bedtime it felt 'normal' again and I was very calm about everything (famous last words?) 

Then  next day I  went to Financial Aids and almost freaked out when my checks were not there. By the next day I found out the problem--they had two records on me as "Gaye" and "Margaret" Morgan.  Once that was resolved,  all was well. I'll be even easier once I have them in hand--next week. I fussed a bit that Dusty had not called nor had I heard a word from Sir Jim, which was of much less concern but still a small nag. 

There were some reasons for my returning to Clarkdale so soon as I will discuss when I cover the weekend that followed this Friday next time. 

A few odd photos: The outfit track, after the second smelter stack was razed.  B&B 6 was there again  all spring and probably longer. The next is a view across that area in 2000 So much had changed! ATSF had been replaced by VCRR.  The last is 409 lower main in about 2000. (Ooops, that is 413, our 'other' house.) Okay now they are both there!) A far cry from what I had remembered while living there--not so sad looking now., 


 






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