Yesterday was National Collector Car Appreciation Day. I just love vintage automobiles—the look and the stories behind them, not the work that goes into restoring them. If your budget, like mine, doesn’t allow for collecting vintage cars, today is National Mac and Cheese Day.

 

Knock yourself out!

 

It would be great to hear some of your automobile stories—whether it’s first cars, vintage cars or memorable automobiles you have known. Connect with me on FaceBook and post a photo of your favorite old car.

 

Following is an excerpt from The First 90 Years, Blaque Haston’s self-published memoir. We worked together to tell his story of growing up in the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl years. Here’s his automobile experience:

“We had no automobile or horses and wagon. We walked. We couldn’t buy a car until about two years later and that was a Model “T” Ford.

Then, my dad caught a freight train with a lot more destitute men for California. But he got off in Phoenix and got a job in Scottsdale in the orange and cotton farms. He found a job for about 10 cents a hour, but made enough to send for us. He had saved up less than $5.

After getting a little money from Dad, we three families, ours  and two other families who were our friends, got a model “T” truck and joined the “grapes of wrath” across  country.

We all piled on the truck, packed with just mattresses and clothes and headed to Arizona and California. I was six or seven years old. We stacked our mattresses on the truck and sat on top down Highway 66 and we got off in Scottsdale, Arizona.

We found an old abandoned station and there was no gas but it was just a place for us to stay that night. So, we stopped and spread our stuff out.

I remember it was hot on that long drive. We ate canned beans, we didn’t eat much of that, we didn’t eat much…We didn’t drive very fast; the trip was a week or more. The old model T was probably only doing 25-30 miles per hour, 40 at the very most. It was just the 4 of us kids, the rest of them were adults.

We stayed in Hughson in a tent for a little while until Dad went to work for that guy who had an old barn out there with some hay and straw and stuff in it. That’s where he kept some of his tools. He said we could move in there so we did and made everything makeshift. We stayed there and worked for him three or four summers. We were workin’ for him when the war (WWII) broke out….”

 

And that, ladies and gentlemen…is what we call grit!

 

 

Cemeteries have always fascinated me. No, that’s not weird–that’s history! Here’s a glimpse into the story of the old Kingston Cemetery dating from the silver mining days of Kingston, New Mexico near Hillsboro and not far from Las Cruces. I encourage you to take a stroll through here sometime and imagine all the lives and stories that went before.

This article originally appeared in the Desert Exposure Magazine (April 2012)

   History in Headstones: Kingston Cemetery

 

We have come to the Black Range to camp, a two day respite from the dailiness of life in the valley,  to reconnect.  It is a good trip.    I’ve never seen the mountains like this before.  We’ve had so much rain this summer and frequent “clouding in” this weekend.  Peaks and passes float isolated in the clouds.  Gray streamers weave their way through the mountain valleys and canyons like some elaborate ribbon dance.     I catch at old memories, grasping at some, pushing others away;  they tangle, separate and come together again, weaving in and out of the mist.   Descending the road to the old mining town of Kingston we catch glimpses of hidden places and side roads, beckoning like something half-remembered.

 

The Kingston Cemetery crouches comfortably in the foothills of the Black Range, graceful in its spareness.  No artificial flowers here, the people of these mountain families find beauty in the light and the granite and the hot smell of the juniper that has slowly grown here for lifetimes.  We start together as we enter the cemetery gate, wondering aloud at the lives we see marked here.   Most of the tombstones are being reclaimed, weathered by wind, sandstorms, mountain rain and the soft aging of decades that blurs the features, crumbles the granite to fine gravel under the trees in this harsh garden.  A different kind of beauty here, scored by the names of men and women and so many young ones who never reached those milestones.

 

We are fascinated by the etched dates marking their brief lives.   Stopping in gratitude at the graves of a World War Two lieutenant and a soldier from a generation before, the first great war that should have ended all others, we render thanks for service given.  We walk and ponder the hard lives of the people who ranched and mined, gardened and raised children, loved and got drunk sometimes and yelled and cried and died.  Wandering the serpentine paths among the graves, our eyes are first drawn to one, then another, till we gradually become separated, out of reach of each other’s voice for a time, lost in our own thoughts, then coming back together where the paths cross.   Asking, “Oh did you see that one, come here you’ve got to see, guess what I’ve found, you’ll never believe,  oh, look how long she lived.”  The comfortableness of a long marriage, able to go and explore and come back together, trusting that we will find each other again, calm in the separateness, rejoicing in the together.

 

I explore the far corners of the cemetery looking for the stories of those on the fringes.  Curiously, I find no markers out there, no headstones, no rock rings defining a resting place, no ornamental fence or even a beaten and weathered wood cross.  Could be this western town more tolerantly incorporated its citizens in their final resting places.  Or perhaps they are just forgotten by all but the mountains standing watch in the purple evening light.

 

There is one more tombstone I haven’t looked at yet.  I have purposely saved it for last, circling around it, wondering but delaying the knowing.  I have been this way since childhood; the anticipation is a great measure of the pleasure.  It is a lady’s;  at its base is a glass canning jar with a piece of wide-ruled notebook paper folded up inside.  It is written in crayon.   Neither the note or the glass have started to yellow.  The white granite tombstone reads “Wedgwood”  and  I spend the drive home wondering about her and watching the mountains in the rearview mirror.

 

Wherever the places you explore this summer, I hope they spark your imagination and make you wonder.

Karen

 

 

Ah, June—the month for weddings! Odds are you married in the summer or you know someone who did. This is a great time to visit with people you love about their beginnings. Read on for a few thoughts on marriage and some inspiring questions to draw out a story:

 

There is nothing nobler or more admirable

than when two people who see eye to eye

keep house as man and wife,

confounding their enemies

and delighting their friends.

                                              Homer

Print these out and start a conversation

 

1. When was the first time you saw your spouse?
2. What do you remember about your first conversation?
3. What was your impression of him/her when you first met?
4. Describe your dating and courtship days.
5. Recall any funny events during your courtship.
6. What is your favorite story about your dating time?
7. What about any misunderstandings?
8. How long did you know each other before you married?
9. Why did you decide to marry?
10. How did you know you were making the right decision?
11. What kinds of hopes and dreams did you have for your future?
12. What is your favorite story about your early married years?

 

Take these questions and sit with your spouse to reminisce and enjoy the story of your early beginnings as a couple. Or visit with older relatives to gain some perspective on long marriages and crafting a successful shared life.

Wise words:

 

Happy is the man who finds a true friend,

And far happier is he who finds that true

Friend in his wife

Franz Schubert

 

 

And a little bit of humor from a famous statesman:

 

My most brilliant achievement was my ability

 to be able to persuade my wife to marry me.

Winston Churchill

 

 

May you have a long and enriching marriage. Take time to celebrate life and your shared history with your spouse.

Karen

 

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there!

Study your children,

teach them and share what you’ve learned.

Love them well and

bless them with everything in you.

This image just makes me think of dads. Shout out to all the dads who ever spun this this amazing creation around till they were dizzy too and all us kids’ feet were sticking straight out behind us and we screamed ourselves hoarse with laughter. You know what? The more I think about it, this other quote:

 

Good judgment comes from experience and experience? Well that comes from good judgment

 

was learned at the cost of skinned knees and barfing in the bushes after riding this little baby! You can’t hardly find these anymore, how are we going to pass these life lessons on to our kids and grandkids?

If you enjoy this type of humor and need to lighten up your day check out Don’t Forget to Breathe on Facebook (I haven’t looked at everything, but it touts good clean humor and I like what I’ve seen so far.) A little humor to lighten up your life this weekend.

 

Laugh and yuck it up a bit with your family,

it’s good for you!

 

 

 

Remembering the Time is now on Pinterest! The Awesome Sauce has been cooking for the last couple weeks but now it’s ready. You can find the curated best that I’ve rounded up for you all in one place. These 11 boards of inspiration, helps, tips and sometimes just plain fun are sure to help you get started sharing your story as well as looking for the stories around you. They might be right there in your own family. They might be hiding in plain sight in a conversation with an old friend. I’ll add more inspiring, helpful pins and refine as time goes by (I think that’s a song title).

 

 

 

Here’s the Remembering the Time Pinterest boards that are up for exploration right now. Hope you enjoy!

 

What’s your Story?–story prompts, historic photos to jump start your imagination and inspire your story

Best Family Reunion Ideas–lots of fun, creative ways to make your reunion memorable

Memoir Inspiration–journal prompts, story ideas, quotes and photos to inspire your own story

Best of Remembering the Time (here’s where you’ll find some of RTT’s best blog posts)

The Art of Memory–tell your story in artistic ways, one of a kind gift ideas, craft/art inspiration

Made You Think–mostly intriguing quotes that will rumble round in your head for days

Great Ways to Improve Your Writing–practical ideas from some of the best writers

Unique Gift Ideas–family and memory themed ideas that will be remembered forever

Vintage Elegance–art nouveau, classic cars, architecture–it you like the elegance of by-gone eras explore this board

Timeless Classics–book covers, classic design, best books–lots to inspire you

New Mexico History–because, well, I’m a NM girl and I love this state. Lots of great historical photos.

 

Please take a look, have fun, re-pin, use and send me any great ideas you find. I’d love to hear from you!

 

I’ve got my farmer hat on today, irrigating my small pecan orchard in the first high temperatures of the year. We just went over 100 this week—summer is here! This hard, grubby work gives me just a taste of what my pioneer relatives must have dealt with to eke a living from the land. Wow—am I glad for ice cream, air conditioning and maybe a bit of Pinterest when the job is done for the day.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend,

Karen

 

 

 

Do you have a long held dream you’d thrill to see fulfilled? I have a wonderful one to share:

 

Las Cruces artist to realize dream

of publishing children’s book.

 

Here’s the back-story. Amy Motto is a retired Marriage and Family Therapist who also happens to have a Fine Arts degree. In 1990 she was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis but continued to work as a counselor for another 10 years. When her physical limitations affected her ability to continue in that field, she picked up her pen and a paintbrush.

 

At that time a silky furred little dog, Cassie, also came into her life. Amy says,

“Cassie was born behind a friend’s barn under a car top carrier where her terrier mom whelped a litter of five puppies. The barn owner’s wife was a secretary where I worked and she brought them all to work in a box when they were 6 weeks old. She said she had saved Cassie for me because she was the cutest (the only fuzzy one and the most laid back). I hadn’t told her to save me one, but when I saw her I fell in love with her! She had great big brown button eyes. I asked my boss if I could keep her in my office until I could get home at lunch. He said okay and she fell asleep on my foot! My husband loved her too. He ended up singing to her in the middle of the night because she was whining and he thought if she kept me awake we would have to give her up.”

 

Amy and the adorable mutt shared life together for fourteen years until Cassie passed away. “She taught me an even deeper appreciation of God’s creation,” Amy says. Cassie is the inspiration for a children’s picture book,

Puppies Need Pockets

 

which Amy wrote and illustrated back in 1999. She never forgot it, but tucked it carefully away in her desk for almost two decades, sidelined by the encroaching demands and limitations of dealing with MS. In 2017 she began pursuing options for publishing the book and decided this year to self publish it with the guidance of Karen Ray of Remembering the Time personal history service.

 

Amy’s strong vision for her book and her desire to get it into the hands of children and their parents to enjoy brought the beautiful artwork out of the desk and into the light. Although her ability to paint is greatly reduced, she had clear ideas for the final graphic design touches on her book. She and Ray discussed the options and then Ray consulted with Jessica Connolly of Telos Designs.

 

Connolly has a wide range of experience in the design world and has produced an impressive array of work as well as original art. After 7 years practicing architecture in Austin, Texas, she struck out on her own, pursuing a passion for art and graphic design. In 2011 she established Telos Design, LLC. She works with corporate entities, nonprofit organizations and individuals to create unique logos, collateral material, special event invitations, and web designs. Her experience in both architecture and graphic design combine to bring a unique eye for color, proportion, and composition with a modern aesthetic.

 

Ray and Connolly have worked together on memoir projects for Remembering the Time’s clients and are delighted to collaborate on a children’s book. Connolly has young children at home and while Ray’s are grown,  both moms have logged many hours reading to their kids. They recognized a winner of a children’s book in Puppies Need Pockets. Connolly took Amy’s ideas and “worked her magic” as Ray says, turning her story and  colorful artwork into a charming, fun to read book for children ages 3 to 10.

 

Remembering the Time specializes in helping people realize their dreams of saving their unique memories and experiences. Ray uses her interviewing and writing skills to draw out her clients’ stories and create oral histories and beautiful books they can share with their families. Sometimes, as in Motto’s case, this involves helping to guide a client through the fulfillment of their dream project.

 

Author Amy Motto is married and the mother of three grown sons, two of whom she fostered from infancy. She currently has two rescue dogs and a Sun Conure Parrot. Amy and her husband make their home in Las Cruces, New Mexico.  Puppies Need Pockets will be available summer 2018 for on Amazon.com and for private purchase. Contact karen@rememberingthetime.net to reserve a copy.

 

Motto will donate 5% of the proceeds from the sale of Puppies Need Pockets to Can Do Multiple Sclerosis (www.cando-ms.org)

Can Do MS specializes in transforming lives, delivering health and wellness education programs to help families living with MS thrive.

What project is languishing in your desk drawer? Give me a ring and let’s make it happen!

Karen