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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, April 27, 2025

Monday Memoir 28 April 1967

 

By the end of April, the sense of "something wicked this way comes" began to get stronger.  May was mixed good, okay and rather dark but then a difficult summer emerged, a goulash of ends and beginnings in some ways, mostly ends and although I would continue at NAU, the rest of my life changed markedly by the start of the fall term..

April 28 

I was --unplanned--back in the valley. The Boss had come up late on Thursday and said I *had to* go home for an "emergency". I was not pleased and called Dr McFarlane to postpone a history test I was to take Friday and then got in the truck and rode home in mostly sulky silence. Why did they have to mess up my birthday?  The alleged emergency was a farce. I had to go to Cottonwood and sign a document before a notary, part of the Boss's cockamamie  wonderful new plan to claim the Clarkdale houses by "Adverse Possession." All of half an hour maybe? That was how I spent Friday along with riding some with Charlie Mike later.. I am not sure if he was off school or not; he was not old enough to sign anything at least! 

So back to the previous Saturday, the first day of the NAU Rodeo. I woke up at 7:30 and had a sort-of breakfast and did my ironing. I'd gotten the little iron from Mama Witt the day before and put it to use.  I've been on a hemming spree lately, fixing up my clothes. JoAnn was coming by about 1:00  and I would be ready. I wondered if Dusty would call but not really expecting it with work in a serious mess. Also got a letter from Judy and a quick note from Mom--I was to call the California folks and give them a sad story because the expected 'triumph' had not come through. I felt it ridiculous and was disgusted so did not rush to do it.  I did go up to the arena and came back in a bit, chilled bone-deep/. I had some snacks Mary had supplied, warmed up, watched TV awhile, showered and went to bed early. Sunday was basically more of the same. The rodeo was not too impressive.  

 Monday the 24th went by fairly painlessly, I finally called Aunt Ruth in the evening. She was cheerful and volunteered to send the folks $50 and some boxes of food. I had the blue blahs all day for no particular reason but found I still had a "1" in Accounting and perhaps also in Biology..

By Wednesday it was a bit hectic. I got a $10 birthday gift from Mama Witt. I was almost ashamed to accept it but I did need it. Aunt Ruth was sending me $5.00 for my birthday, also. Spring winds were blowing almost daily but it was getting warmer. I wanted to do a little retail therapy but had to save for May and I wanted to buy a bag of pellets for Buzzie to help her get back to a healthy weight. Fretful, I rearranged the room. Mary liked it even if it was different. Those rooms were awkward and the furniture did not fit well. We had bunk beds in this one but that did not help much.

Then it was Thursday and my 24th birthday. I was not too excited about it;. After that major turning 21 event, the rest were really anti-climax.  I spent the early morning downstairs doing laundry and by 9:00 decided it was going to be a nice weather day. Mary left a card for me at the cashier in the cafeteria and at dinner, Fran brought me a piece of cake and the  table of mostly Morton gals sang "Happy Birthday". I was slightly embarrassed but touched. I got several cards including one from Jim, very sweet and affectionate. Ray had to read it over my shoulder in the cafeteria at noon. Darn snoop. After we were back in the dorm from dinner we had a party in Darlene's room as her birthday was the 28th.   Back in our room, I was buzzed from the lobby about a visitor. The Boss  had come to get me  due to an alleged emergency. I was not happy.

Photos: Were these houses worth trying to grab? In 1967 surely NOT even to have a roof and four walls for shelter!  The 1st is Charlie in about 1962. Next is in 1989 when we visited the area. Last is 2021, my last trip to the Verde. It does not look bad now but after some 60 years amazed  413 lower main still stands. I was shocked at the prices some of these homes now commanded! But in between... It would have fallen around the folks' ears had they actually claimed it as I doubt many repairs would have been made. Water under the bridge! What freaking emergenc?! The trees really grew from 1989 to 2021!









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Saturday, April 19, 2025

Monday Memoir April 21,1967.

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.









Saturday, April 12, 2025

Monday Memoir, April 14, 1967

 April 14, 1967 

Another rather jumbled week when I did not write very much. There were a few notes for Friday the 14th added the next Monday morning so I will cover them first and then go back through the week from April 11-13.  Maybe I was slightly clairvoyant and had a dim vision how things were not going to go well on several fronts for awhile. Actually most of 1967 from April on was a disrupted, confused and traumatic period. Somehow I survived but it was not always easy. By the time 1968 arrived, many things had been resolved, at least in a final if not totally satisfactory manner. Like my sudden change in early September of 1966, life abruptly hit a fork or two and I had  no option but to take the path fate or the Powers-That-Be sent me to follow. 

14 April, 1967

The Boss was here when I got out of history. at 2:00. We went. Stopped by Mrs.Edwards' on athe way to Clarkdale and I met the notorious Lisa (for what it's worth.) And we went on home. The extra gang was there but Charlie Mike said they are leaving Saturday. Got ready for a busy weekend.  I was supposedly updated on the latest developments but did it make any difference? Not really. It gets more scrambled and convoluted every day-week-month. Holy cow! I think I am better off not knowing!!

S'plains: I really have no memory of who Mrs Edwards was nor Lisa. And nothing in my notes sheds a bit of light. They were probably somehow involved in the ongoing family turmoil, legal problems and more. I would say definitely not significant now!

So  much for that, so zip back to the prior weekend, April 8 and 9. It was apparently not very inspiring as I stayed in Flag and fretted. I mentioned working on that big term paper, washing and ironing, unpacking all my pretty cotton dresses to wear since spring was bound to arrive shortly. I was wishing I had brought my phonograph back. I wanted to play Duane Eddy and Waylon Jennings,  being in the mood for some good ole country "drink and cry" kind of  music.  And loud. Saturday I went uptown to the movie alone and saw "The Dark at The Top of the Stairs." It was odd and somewhat haunting.  

Then that morphed into Monday, April 10.  "Blue Monday" I said."I feel sicker than two dogs today. It is 28 days  so I am late once again." My ordinary cycle was 21-24,  but at  the time I did not know worsening endometriosis and  irregular cycles were results of my bout with the mumps in October 1964. Sterility was involved too.  I never used birth control and it never became a problem. I fretted over not hearing from Dusty but did not know then of the problems he was having at work. Since his health issues the previous summer, some of the higher-ups were working to get him fired before he could reach the point of a medical retirement. They were sly and underhanded about it. Unfortunately,  they soon had their chance.

I was actually looking forward to another weekend down in the valley, especially if I could get in a lot of riding. I had spent a total of about fifteen hours writing and fitting in the footnotes etc.on my big term paper.  I think this was the one I did on Gifford Pinchot and the Conservation Movement but not sure. I made most of my term papers into major projects and usually my profs appreciated and recognized my efforts. Lots of A's or 1's were awarded. But then,  writing was always my thing and research was almost 'fun.'

I thought of trying to "be different" like more outgoing and even flirty until my birthday for a trial but realized I could not easily change my nature. Somehow faking it would not work.  Then I said "Oh, I give up. I don't have a plan, a dream. That's why I feel so lost.  You have to have something to work for. I am just drifting in a sea of self-pity and self-hatred which is slow poison, it eats away at me. I don't trust anybody enough o talk to or with." In retrospect, I see borderline clinical depression and find its roots in the difficult past four years and some from earlier, very much a PTSD situatioin..  Bit by bit, I overcame it with occasional back-slide. It took a number of years. Maybe I never wholly did as it still pops up at times..

Not sure about pictures. I may find something that fits --or not. Well this is not my photo but very evocative and one I found and kept some time ago.  I did not have this image in 1967 of course but it would have spoken to or for me. I've called it (her?) The Goddess of Depression. I may have paid homage to Her much too long. Call up a wind to blow those clouds and rain away. I will instead honor Brigid or Epona! My senior picture did not look so dark but that was before the four hard years.





Friday, April 4, 2025

Monday Memoir April 7, 1967

 For once there is an entry for the right day!

April 7, 1967

A week gone by just like that. I don't know where the time goes. It wasn't a good week nor a bad one. No word from Dusty or Jim--damn both of them. Yesterday was pretty nice. I hoped Dusty would put a perfect end to the day but no such luck,. We got an 'excellent' cleaning rating on our room just for turning over the rugs and scrubbing the basin a bit. Mary and I nearly laughed ourselves sick over it! I got $5.00 from Mama Witt so bought some more "Nice and Easy"(haircoloring I was using), some stamps and candy/cookies.  I've got my weekend all planned out --writing on my paper in the library--thrill, thrill. Got last week's History test back with another 84. That just kills me. I don't feel too good; haven't all week. Maybe I've got Mono or something. Guess it's the 'summer syndrome'. I've had all sorts of weird dreams and feel a strong desire to pull out of life in general. It would be so easy.... It's that time of month, also, which complicates matters . I need a vacation but definitely not at 'home'. I don't know what's wrong with me but if nothing is, I'll really start worrying!

So back to the weekend, April 1-2 Now it is Saturday, I wrote. I'm going to the library in a bit to work on my paper. Then I may loaf the rest of the day. Mary is going to be gone this evening and tonight to visit her sister and brother-in-law who are on their way from Albuquerque  to California. It is windy and chilly this morning but mostly clear so far. I hope it doesn't snow more. My watch stopped yesterday. I was so mad. I'm writing them a nasty letter--not too nasty but insistent. I ran smack dab into Ray yesterday at lunch. I think he did it on purpose, the big oaf. 

I'd hiked out to Outfit Alley on Sunday  and nothing was there. Got back about 1:45, ate some junk for lunch and then napped until 5:00. Mary brought me a sandwich for dinner and then went to the library. I stayed, hoping for a phone call --didn't happen--and worked on my accounting assignments and notes from my research books until 10:45 when I fell into bed. 

Then it was Monday again, a mild and overcast day I am just tired and stale, I guess. Damn the whole mess. Haven't heard from Jim or Dusty and know Ray is not what I need or want. Guess I'd better just start all over. I have really been getting deep purple lately, especially at that time of moth,.. PMS? Whatever. I said maybe I should wear red today but I don't think it would help. Nuts, gruts and butts. Here, I can't waste two hours when I've got to get to work. Papers, more accounting, get more of my class notes in order, etc. I don't really worry now but grades are still a necessity and keeping that 1.5 average if possible.Yes, I had a very different life now; was it all it was cracked up to be? Except the old one still had a toe if not a whole foot iin a bear trap.  At times that was a help but mostly a hinderance. Grut the whole mess.

Pictures just 'cause:  A snowy day from the 3rd floor of Liberal arts; an NAU building I cannot name today and last a view out in the east railyard looking across toward "outfit alley" where some of those distant  cars may have been part of one or excess not used right then. 





Saturday, March 29, 2025

Monday Memoir, March 31, 1967

 March 31, 1967

Was a Friday again and I was already definitely not going down to the valley.. In fact I wanted to postpone that as much as possible until the semester was over, almost two months later.  That did not quite work out but the visits were not too many for awhile.

I am not sure why but I really got into a down phase for most of April. There were too many worries about an unknown future and I guess the new had worn off of this amazing life I had fallen into the past September. It was truly different than the old one though I still had at least half a foot in it as well but really not all sunshine and roses by any means.  Since I really did not write on that day, I will go back and pick up the rest of the 'vacation' on March 25-28 and then returning to NAU on the 28th, taken from the next entry on the 29th, however.

March 29, 1967 

Well. here I am back again and it is a gray, glum Wednesday morning. I got in about 9:40 last night, totally exhausted. I have to go and pick up the last half of my vacation, not much, really. We got the rest of the furniture on Sunday after cleaning corrals all morning. That was swingin' (not) Then I tried to call Jim-twice to be exact--but no one was home. Everyone seemed to enjoy the Easter goodies I had brought. Monday Charlie Mike and I went skate boarding up at the Jr High.  I was dying to drift over to B&B 6 but refrained. I got all my sewing projects done except the green dress. Tuesday the Boss was supposed to go to Phoenix but didn't. Charlie Mike stayed home from school and we just loused around all day. Went 'boarding after the chores were done and I saw the crew come in--ten guys plus the white hard-hatted  foreman. He walked over, got into 193680, and looked out the back door. I don't think he was really watching me or even saw me but then again, I don't know. I still resisted going over and after dinner at 8:00 I was on the bus coming back. 

A few explains. The furniture was stuff we got from a neighbor who moved that had been friendly and Charlie Mike and Dad some had helped her. I know they got a stove and a water heater and not sure what else. I think the old Middle School building still stood but there was a big cement pad, maybe a game court, that was a good place to 'skateboard'. Charlie Mike had been given or found a couple and we played with them. I was klutzy of course, never good on wheels! B&B 6 was back in town since early January but we stayed away for all to be safe. 

Then it was Wednesday morning and I had a busy day ahead of me. I hoped Dusty would call or come up before Monday. I'll be deeply disappointed if he doesn't but I've got so much to do it isn't funny. Well it is better to be busy than idle, especially if the weather is bad. It actually snowed again on Wednesday--about six inches--but most had melted before the next weekend. Had an English test on Thursday--easy--and a History test on Friday. Friday afternoon  Mary and I went uptown having no classes with finals mostly done. We went up to The Plaza shopping mall and Bayless Store on the hill and saw the Budweiser Clydesdales. Wow!!. Eight 18 hand and 2000 pound horses, reddish bay with white stockings and I would guess at least size 8-10 shoes. Tina wore a 3 mostly and she did not have small feet! They were so neat to see, a special treat. So ended another week.

A few neat pix this time! First two of the Clydes. Their heads were at least two feet long! But they are so pretty. And so neat and dapper--of course they are cared for every well. Shiny, clean, no green hocks LOL,  and very calm and well socialized.  Then that notorious shot of me outside the North Quad's main door as I represented Clarkdale Santa Fe Fan Club to an ATSF official. What a joke but this was almost serious too! I never knew of any repercussions from the "publicity", but who knows?  Of course B&B 6 was not mentioned!






Saturday, March 22, 2025

Monday Memoir March 24, 1967

Much of this week was the Easter Holiday and spring break so my notes were very sporadic but I will reconstruct what I can,.Wednesday March 22 I went 'home' for longer than I had been since the Christmas/New Years' break and I was more than a bit nervous. Not sure what but some incident had me flashing back to the prior year. It was also again about the time I lost Tina and then Little Dusty and the horrible summer that followed. I know this time it passed and not too drastic. But  I did not get back to Flagstaff until the late on the 28th, into the next week.. 

That being the case I will just pick up the weekend, March 18-19.   

March 18, Sat. Half a wild weekend, a wild day but nice? I got up about 8:00. It was overcast, semi- cloudy. I had a Sego for breakfast and read a little while. Then I walked up to Foodtown to buy a little grub for the weekend. After that I went over to the Campus Union. Antigone was already on stage so I got a seat. After awhile Jim and his charges appeared and I joined them. I always feel rather ill-at-ease with the kids. Wonder if they resent and do not appreciate my presence, but no matter. I was invited to eat lunch with them--every little bit of free food helps!--and then we talked in the lobby for awhile. While I was standing right behind Jim in the cafeteria line, I kept wanting to lean over and rest my head against the soft wooly jacket he wore. I knew how soft it is from holding it at Christmas--hard to believe it is wool.  Then I sat through the whole afternoon of plays at his side with no more intimate contact than arms occasionally touching. We certainly did not hold hands like some of the kids. Heck with being grown up and becoming inhibited! By then I developed a terrible splitting headache but I stayed to the bitter end and finally bid Jim adieu. He said I should give him a buzz over Easter. It was not the time to passionately plan a rendezvous in front of a bunch of overexcited teenagers. I staggered across to the dorm and fell into a near-coma on my bed.  I came to at 6:30 sweetly dreaming in my exhaustion to hear the carillon chimes play their evening melody.  (My, am I not poetic on a Saturday evening?) Mary came after awhile and we went for a walk in the misty twilight and had a snack at the Lumberjack. I had a cherry tart with ice cream atop it. Delicious! Back to the dorm and Carolyn (maybe Grenig, future roommate?) came in to talk for two hours  and then we heard the TV.  It was the "Student Prince"  with Mario Lanza. Had to watch the latter half of that and then they had The Wonderful Country based on Tom Lea's novel. I remembered how I cried over the book years ago,  so I stayed up until 1:00 to watch it. It followed the book fairly closely as I recall. Robert Mitchum and Julie London are not favorites of mine  but the black Arabian really came across as the hero-horse.  But he rang his tail too much, training issues I decided. What a day--and night. I was up for 17 hours with a two hour nap. Sunday I did very little for some reason!

March 20-22: The academic week was short and busy.  I got a 1 on my biology test and will find out on the practical perhaps tomorrow. The "Man and the Arts" test was kind of rough. I will probably get a 2 again. I hope no worse! Oddly we wrote themes on Antigone for English today and our due date for the big paper has been extended one week.  That was a big relief.  My packing for the holiday is mostly done. It is about 8:00 pm and I am tired. I guess I'm dreading the vacation but I should not get too bogged down in just six days. I'm enough tied up between Jim and Ray not to be very anxious about Dusty who will probably not be around that whole time anyway. I aim to have a good time with lots of riding and such. May as well enjoy it while I can, no? Because it will be a grind then until school is out. It has been and will be hectic. I just hope peace and quiet will remain while I'm home. If not I'll be unhappy Have to get Mom to fill out the form for financial aid,  after which my summer plans should iron out smooth. Actually things are going generally well.  I am still haunted by last summer. Maybe in time I will get over it but it plagues me no end. Thank heaven I've done well in school so far. That makes it a little better,  and assures I'll be allowed to stay and continue. It has become a commitment.

When Friday the 24th came I was in Clarkdale of course and no major issues had arisen.  As I wrote "They should not fuss about Dusty --not with Jim. And I won't worry about going out with him at all now. After they didn't even wait up for me that night,  it appears he is 'in' and I do like him.  I may try to get that card to Dusty--or not. I will always love him but will try not to choke him by clinging too hard. I've said that before but I think I mean it now and can actually do it. As long as he needs and wants me, I will be there for him and never break that as I promised so many months ago. But now I do have "other posts to climb on" if I must and a post (as in fence post or other support!) I have to have as I have stood alone too long. I guess I still need to have my 'romance fix' one way or another. It is an insidious addiction.

There were still four days to go, including Easter Sunday. I did not write any more journal entries until the 29th when I was back in the dorm. But I added a bit about the rest of the holiday then. By the next Friday, it was the end of March. 

Photos? Well really nothing very pertinent! So I will look around and try to find one or two to liven the lines of text.  Old Student Union--I guess it is still actually one of several. The auditorium (middle area) was where the high school drama competition took place. and the cafeteria, under the same roof, was on the far left side in this photo. Morton Hall/North Quad was right across the street off the left edge The color shot is not mine but shows "Old Clarkdale" probably about 1960 or so. It is very different there now. 





Thursday, March 20, 2025

Facts and Issues on the Border

                                        A Bit of History about the Border Issues

        Until the Gadsden Purchase in 1854, the southern part of what is now Arizona was part of Mexico. Earlier most of Arizona, New Mexico, Texas and California were settled by the Spanish who either took over most of the land and/or intermarried with native people of the region. It was not all “Mexico” per se but essentially much the same. Until the early 1800s very few Northern Europeans had set foot much past the Mississippi River, if even that far west.

A bit about me here for other background. I earned both a BS and MA in History from NAU in 1969 and 1970. Mexico and the western US were a major focus of my studies under two well respected professors, Dr Guy Bensusan and Dr Larry McFarlane. I feel they taught me well and although this was some years ago, the basic historical facts have not changed in any major way. Attitudes may have changed but facts have not. I do not write from lack of knowledge on this subject.

As another aspect, I arrived in Arizona in January 1946 at about 33 months of age. I was an only child for my first 9 years and had little interaction with other children so I paid a lot of attention to the adults that came and went through my home. From about 5 or 6 I heard adults talking about what were then aspects of the interface between Mexican people and the “Anglos.” Jerome, where we lived, had a large Mexican community and at that time they were not permitted to work underground. By the 1960s this changed and many did become hard rock miners in Arizona's many large mines.Two Mexican families involved in that were next door neighbors in Clarkdale after we moved down there. It was the smelter town for the Jerome mines at that time.

Jumping ahead, I moved to Bisbee in 1970 after I had started work at Fort Huachuca and the next year married my newly widowed next door neighbor who by then was a city policeman in Bisbee but had worked in Yuma law enforcement for several years earlier. His beat was the barrio and slum area in Yuma and he  got to know many Mexican nationals who were working on farms under the Bracero “green card” program which functioned well for many years.  As with the mostly black transients, a hold over from the hoboes of the Depression era, he might arrest one for petty theft or drunk and disorderly occasionally and two or more years in a row,  they would usually have a different social security number and sometimes name. This is significant as I will explain later. It is unfortunate that this legal work program got entangled in other issues and ceased because it was reasonable and worked well. Yes, they sent home  Levi's and a few 30-30s in duffle bags and cheap footlockers bu tthey were not criminals nor gang members.

My brother Charlie put in 38 years with the railroads in Colorado, first with the Rio Grand and then with the Southern Pacific and finally Union Pacific as mergers occurred. Since about 28 of those years were in the maintenance field, he worked with a number of Mexicans, both citizens and non citizens. Again they had to get a social security number to work,  butmostly  came and went and did not keep just one card. 

In short,  people have gone back and forth from Mexico to the southwestern US for at least a couple of centuries. Many families are spread across the border and generally did not really notice there was a ‘line’. However that is not to say the Border was ever actually OPEN in the last 125 years. There were formal crossing stations and at least mostly a standard barb wire ranch type fence marked the border.  People were sometimes apprehended if they caused any problems, had no documents or proof of their citizenship and some were deported. This occurred with renewed vigor as a ‘political’ issue under several administrations, both Republican and Democratic. That is historically verifiable.

Although the border was not open, it was never really closed either and probably cannot really become closed..  It is not feasible to build a ‘wall’ from Texas's Gulf of Mexico shore to the Pacific coast of California. Much of the country is very rugged, remote desert and wilderness in many sections.  And practicality renders the current fragmented  wall of imperfect value. A good cutting torch or carbide blade can zip through those metal panels like wet paper and create any size gap desired. There are many cases where this is documented. Tunnels can be made under it and drones and small unmarked planes can slip over it as easily as a vulture or hawk. It is NOT impervious, whoever 'pays for' it!

So now here we are today. The Republicans saw a fine hobby horse  they could ride to popularity by telling many people who had no idea what the real situation was that this was a huge issue that must be dealt with at once, a critical threat to the nation and all citizens!! Your jobs were being stolen! Medicare, Medicaid and Social Security were siphoned off by billions to illegals! Tell me, how many regular citizens do you personally know who have lost jobs or cannot get one because an illegal person has been hired?  I’ll wait. How many younger citizens really want to work 12 hours in the fields for minimum wage at best on farms or equal time in a dairy farm, ranch or other agricultural operation?  And how many young ladies are lining up to clean motels and hospitals, to do house cleaning or care for children while parents are at work? To wash dishes or other menial chores in eateries? And how come the construction industry is spending large amounts on trade schools and apprenticeships to try to convince our young people to become plumbers, carpenters, electricians, roofers  etc. since they are literally begging for employees? We have a housing crisis,or so we are told, and many are homeless because there are not enough smaller or midsized homes available.  Let’s get real.

Back to the billions stolen from programs to support and assist everyone. It is illegal and almost impossible for a non-citizen to access Medicare/Medicaid. They do check IDs. Believe it.  The aliens who got those one-time social security cards will never draw what they and their employers paid in because they did not keep an account long enough to even get invested, much less to have a way to access the system. If any have managed to squeak through,  they would not number in the thousands and the funds they got would hardly break anyone’s bank. How about all those FEMA dollars going to provide all sorts of services to those hoards of invaders? Again, although in major disaster areas everyone’s ID might not be checked, but widespread distribution in areas not officially declared a disaster simply does not happen.  A lot of people have been conned, lied to and mislead in this whole scenario. Many do not know. Mr Musk surely does not know and I suspect Mr Trump does not either. If they even care to find out... One reason many  cities have been screaming the blues about the 'invaders' is that the efederal government never coughed up many funds  funds to help house and care for them whether they were 'welcomned or not.  Was it the states' problem or just whose? 

Admittedly due to advocacy by unknown individuals/organizations who went into many regions and encouraged or almost insisted people to migrate from Mexico, Central and South America and even Africa and Asia, a considerable tide of people came and where the wall did not exist or in remote areas they poured in. However, the border was not “Open” or ignored. Many arrests were made and many people were deported since 2000 or earlier  on a continuous basis.  Trying to process this rush of people did create a large problem and the Border Patrol and immigration officers were overwhelmed and got inadequate funds from the governments to do what they were trying to do. But looking back to 2000 or earlier , it was NEVER a “Democrat” or a “Republican” problem. Administrations of both struggled and floundered and tried to change with limited or almost no results. It has been ongoing since at least about 1965  and nobody has made a real serious effort to fix it. I doubt that they ever  will. The Republicans like a source of ‘cheap’ labor where they can ignore various protections and limits for workers mostly afraid to complain lest they be deported and the Democrats perhaps do want to be able to collect and quickly citizen-ize a bunch of people who will then  be indebted to them. With so much to gain, why fix it, really???  It is not really broken to them except in fictitious campaign promises. 

So today we have this huge effort to collect and  deport--and that includes any inconvenient souls who happen to get noticed or be in the way--or even  are needed to fill an ICE quota. It has now come to people simply vanishing and not only Latino or Islamic origin hoodlums, terrorists and gang members but in particular women  from Canada, Germany and other European countries who simply vanish without a clue or a trace and cannot be located. Are they imprisoned? Being trafficked? And of course any 'different' or difficult people such as trans, gays or overly vocal protesters.  It is just a matter of time until we will have an international incident because the wrong person had been taken away, one who creates a massive problem. This is in the news almost daily, maybe not on Faux Fox but Associated |Press and elsewhere. It is FACTUAL.  I don’t know about everyone else but I am seeing a hell of a lot wrong with this picture!  And I am sick and tired of the lies and half-truths, twisted facts and total bullshit. This is NOT making America ‘great’ again. Internationally we are seen as lower than most Banana Republics and third world 'shit hole countries.'