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Join turquoise enthusiast and vintage jewelry explorer on a Backroads adventure as she goes in search of the most rare and valuable of turquoise stones, the No. 8 mine spider web matrix turquoise stone ...
Alice was in a club that no one wanted to be part of, a club with rituals that no one understood except for the people in it, and a club that had no membership expiration date. You were in it until you die. Her son had died ...
One of the things that was slowly disappearing as I was growing up was the old-time General Store, complete with rocking chairs and apple barrels on the front porch and usually a couple of old guys playing checkers ...
This ol' cowboy's been a lot of places – from the Great Midwest to the Mojave Desert and from the Gulf Coast to the majestic Northern Cascades – and I'm here to tell ya, there ain't no place on earth like the Texas Hill Country …
I used to love going to my grandma's house, especially during the holiday season. Her house always smelled delicious, because of all the baking she was doing. Grandmother loved to bake and she had a long rich history of cooking and baking behind her ...
There ain't nothin' quite as amazing than hikin' way up into the mountains, off-the-beaten path, high above the chaos down below, following a small creek as it jumps and skips over rocks and stones.
It's here that you can sit and sit and gaze upon heaven ...
Attics and Hope Chests are places of wonder and magical mystery. I spent hours, days exploring my grandmother's attic, discovered treasures beyond my wildest dreams, mysteries that sent my mind spinning off to far away exotic destinations where grand adventures were played out throughout the afternoon far beyond the horizon. One of the greatest discoveries I think I ever discovered was a box, a chest that had a collection of old faded photographs and some very ornate jewelry.
I pointed to one of he photos, a picture of a very pretty girl with long black hair that cascaded over her shoulder and fell all the way down to the back of her knees.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"That's me," my grandmother answered.
"But ... she's an Indian ... "
Grandmother smiled. "I know ... I'm an Indian and so are you ... "
"But her skin is much darker than yours ... "
"That's because ... I put powder on my skin ... " she said as she continued sorting through old photos and jewelry.
"Because it wasn't popular to be an Indian back then ... "
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