Sitting on the edge of Grandma Smith's garden, eating turnips out of the ground. Climbing her trees and earning a healthy case of diarrhea from eating too many cherries. Getting lost in her lilac bushes and swinging on the rope down by the trailer.
Standing on the sidelines of a Basalt Longhorn football game, the smell of fresh cut grass, sweat, athletic tape, and pads mingled with the sounds of the 35 member high school band rockin' Rick Springfield as the cheer leaders make an attempt at exuberance.
The rivers roaring at you in spring, calming you in summer and calling to you in winter. Games of fox and geese at Chapman Dam. Snowmobile games like chicken and others that...oh what the heck...kill switch. Tubing on dark and abandoned ski hills - Buttermilk. Tubing the Roaring Fork.
Innocence. Listening to John Denver in the Aspen Middle School gymnasium or Claudine Longet reading to us in Mrs. Wall's class for community service. Or wondering why they escorted us home on buses and who was Ted Bundy.
Take me home.
5 comments:
that was really beautiful.
What a lovely tribute.
You are right- there is just something about John Denver...
John Denver came to our school on two occasions. I went to school with the son (Tommy) of John's manager Tom Crum - so we saw a bit of him from time to time. He was just another guy to me. Uncle Dennis remembers him playing for change in the main street park in Aspen. There used to be a large wooden gazebo there that was John's test market for folk music born of living in the Rocky Mountains.
I had to google festoon. You're just a big word showoff.
A beautiful post. Fall is my favorite season. I could go on and on about it. But just let me tell you - Ted Bundy was a VERY BAD BOY! I have a friend that was his law parter at the University of Utah. She had to get counseling when she found out who he was. I have a friend from my ward growing up, who's sister was abducted at a youth conference at BYU by Bundy. They didn't know for years what happened to her. He killed her and buried her somewhere in southern Utah. Her parents moved down there, not knowing that is where he buried her. He confessed about her before being executed. I have another friend who lost one of her best friends to Bundy. He abducted her during a school play rehearsal at Viewmont High School in Centerville, UT. Very tragic story. I happened to be in Florida on vacation on his execution day. Lots of wierd connections to that name.
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