From the family photo album

Top: Erle, Terrence, Terry
Middle, four of the Clark boys, from left, Champ, Mike, Rex, Terrence--all of them escaped from red-dirt poor Comanche, Oklahoma, to go on to success in their own joys.
Bottom, Rex and Edna, Terrence and Faye, Champ and Mary

Scrabble in New Mexico

Uncle Champ's boys, Cousin Dan, is the smaller; David is the older, on Alvarado street in Albuquerque in the 50s.

For the rest of you, It's Champ, Cousin Dan's father--the youngest of the Clark boys, playing scrabble with Uncle Rex, the middle of the Clark boys. My Dad Terrence, the oldest of hte Clark boys, is in the suit.

Remember your sandbox?

Jerry and friends in the corner sandbox on Sandia Base in Albuquerque. Story coming soon.

Views of "The Cabin"

the cabin I still dream about trying to find (See blog about cabins Sept. 19)...Top two views, under construction, including Dad's North Light window.
Third pix, in the wintertime. Fourth pix, Brother Jerry inside with his guns drawn, in from of Dad's art on the wall. Notice Dad liked nudes. I grew up with this kind of art all over the house. By the way, that is a real buffalo skull, and the hole in his head was made by a Sharp's 50 caliber breach loading rifle. Fifth pix, Terry cutting wood. Look at that blonde hair!

English only?

What is English? Throw out the Latin? How about the German? Or the French? or the Greek? Or the Spanish? or the Dutch? or the African?

You can find words of all those origins in your ordinary speech.

The narrow-minded fanatics who think English is the official language haven't grown up in New Mexico, one of the original 48 states. The Constitution is in both Spanish and English.

Get over it...our language is a bastard language always changing. That's what keeps it alive...a vampire, it needs new blood to survive.