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Stephen Sardi:
"The world of the early 1970s was not anything like the lives we lead today. Back then, there were no computers, cell phones, or even much to watch on TV with limited channels and content. It was very easy to get bored.
We would play outside starting early morning, but by the afternoon, we would run out of things to keep us entertained, especially in the summer. Once we delivered our newspapers, the rest of the day was left up to us to figure out what to do with.
At that time, Paul and I both played baseball, so we usually played catch for a while, but if the day was too hot, we came inside the house, and unfortunately -- continued our efforts to keep ourselves entertained. Our mother strictly forbade us throwing things inside the house, but on this particular day -- our minds were elsewhere.
My mother had an Amaryllis plant in a pot in the living room. It was tall and flowering, and it was quite happy sitting where it was -- until we decided to use the room to extend our game of catch. I forget what we were throwing around, but eventually, one of us hit the plant and completely bent the stalk in half.
We knew the repercussions. We'd been told many times not to do it, but we did it anyway, and we broke our mother's plant.
But Paul had this idea -- my mother had placed a stake in the soil to hold the plant up while it was growing, and had placed a piece of yarn loosely around the stalk as support. He simply stood the plant upright, attempted to 'round' the stalk, and then placed the yarn higher up on the plant to make it stay. It seemed to work.
Later that night, we were sitting in the living room watching TV. At a commercial break, I looked over at my brother and saw a look of horror on his face. He very slowly gestured to me to look at the plant.
Slowly, very slowly, the yarn was sliding down the stalk and the flower was starting to droop. My mother hadn't noticed it yet, but we knew what was coming. Eventually, down it went.
I don't recall what happened after that. Likely, we were asked if we had been horsing around in the house, and we tried to weasel our way out of it. But eventually, we were caught and had to admit our foul deed.
I think my mother (despite her frustration with us killing her plant) was a bit bemused by Paul's efforts to hide the outcome. In the future, we learned our lesson because we both felt badly about the plant and decided what we had done was very stupid. But I'll always remember the look on my brother's face as the moment of doom approached for both of us."
Daniel Pinna:
"Celebrating Thanksgiving with mom and Lisa. Kathy lived from 9 - 16 years old in Seattle. She had thanksgiving with grandma Nel and grandpa Shirley at noon and then at 5 they drove across Seattle to Magnolia Bluff to celebrate with Aunt Elaine (grandpa’s sister) since she wouldn’t talk or interact with Shirley (her step grandfather). Her father was Hollis and when her mother died they adopted out all of the girls including Elaine."
Chelly Matthiesen:
Booper Smith - Hailey Stelzel was my daughter. The most precious love of my life, along with her brother Tyler. She was the absolute best person that I had ever known, she was the most caring, loving, exciting young lady. And i am so privileged to have been her mother. I miss her adorable crooked little smile and her gorgeous green eyes. She brought so much joy and happiness into my life, it has been unbearable living without her. Even though it has been almost 20 years since she passed away the pain has never gotten any easier to deal with, I always wonder what she would have been like if she were still with us. Part of my soul died the day I lost her and the only reason I survived was because of my beautiful blue eyed baby boy Tyler. I miss Hailey immensely every day. I would gladly give my life for hers. But that isn't possible. I love her and miss her and so does Tyler. Until we meet again my sweet Booper Smith.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Danielle Coker:
If there was a way to explain the best mother and everything you’d ever need as one beautiful person you got lucky enough to have as your mama her name would go down in history in the prettiest dictionary every. I don’t know how she did it but she did.. I love you mama I love u sooo much ! I look in the mirror and I see YOU. I’m so grateful for that and for the strength you left me as well you’re one of a kind and there’s no person ever that’ll be even similar. I’m the closest there may get but sure wish I knew the tricks ma! I love yaaa beautiful !
(By the way ur prettier!)😅
Sara Lobato:
My father worked there in the 1930s - My father, Emmanuel J. Lobato, was born in Alamosa. He tended cattle at 12 and when he was five he took care of one cow or bull that used to get lose. He earned $1 a month, and when it got lose he had to pay $1, which happened a number of times.
He worked at the hardware store when he was about 18 years old. He was born December 31, 1918, and his family came from Spain about 400-500 years earlier and married the Martinez family. I actually lived in Pueblo West years ago and a young man came to my door who looked like my nephew. I almost died. He was a Martinez.
The story I was told by my oldest brother who is 80 years old, said that my father worked very hard for Mr. Husung. Mr. Husung had hopes that one day my father would manage the store, but my father had higher dreams than staying in Alamosa.
He went to the Naval Academy, became a Lt. Commander, was in over 30 major battles, and 13 battle stars, and went on to become one of the top international attorneys in the world.
He visited Alamosa a number of times during and after the war. I have no idea if he visited the store and said hello to Mr. Husung, but since I do things like that and take after him in many ways, I would like to think that he did at least one time. He was written up in the local paper since he had many accomplishments in the navy.
I like to think that Mr. Husung most likely read about him.
Angelic Cole:
Beloved GrandDa - Most of my favorite childhood memories involve either my Grandmother Zelma or my GrandDa R.E. Patterson .... They were more than grandparents to me, they were my best friends. My go-to place for stories, adventure, security, love, hugs, sneakiness... just about anything one little girl could drum up they were there. Especially for me, my GrandDa! In his eyes and he made it very clear everyone knew too, I was his precious Lil' Angel... "My Angel".. not just Angel, not "Where is Angel off to today?", no, it would always be "Where is My Angel off to today? What kind of adventure are you up to now, lil' one?" .....I had a great imagination thanks to my grandparents and if I couldn't think of anything, guaranteed that the old man had a few ornery ideas up his sleeve, for sure. The thing about him however; is that he was quite particular. What I mean is, He had 3 "step children" whom I have heard that he loved very much as if they were his own. Then he and my grandmother late in life, had one child... a daughter. I'll admit, i often wish they had at least tried for another in hopes of a boy. The Patterson line would still be going. Unfortunately, Neither Ralph or his brother Earl had any sons. Earl was entirely childless. I would really like to know why they chose this. I also would not be surprised to find out that the birth of my mother was an oopsie, so to speak. Well this is my first entry, I'll tell more stories and share more random thoughts as I go along. If you know anyone at all along my family branches, please feel free to share a story or whatever you have. Blessings to ya!
Ray L:
A Spirited Young Man Who Died Too Young - A very witty man with a strong personality. He loved his father and mother very much. He lived a fast life which is why he was taken from us at 21. Those who knew him were drawn to him by his humor, his personality that makes you feel a connection, and a loyalty to his friends and family.
Patricia Fuller:
James was my dad. He was unappreciated in his life. His father Charles abandoned his wife and three children James Charles and Dorothy. Growing up without a father shaped his view of life. He was a career Air Force. He was generous. He would step up and try to help others. He married my mother Maxine and adopted her three young sons. He was a good provider.
Marquis Elliott:
My uncle John - When I was a little girl my uncle worked everyday building houses. He packed his lunch for work everyday so when he would come home in the evening as soon as he got out the car I would run to him asking him if I could have some of his soda and he would tell me no. So on this one time he said yes and handed it to me so I took it and turned it up to my mouth and when it got to my mouth I spit it out so fast because it wasn’t soda it was liquor. He said now he won’t have to worry about me anymore.