Monday, October 8, 2012

"HEY, WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GET OUT OF HERE?"


                                                 "Headed Home"
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"AND GO HOME!"
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A good question.

Along about 1974, there were some really nice new brick homes for sale, out Comanche and way past Tramway Rd! The builder was a top-notch, talented, quality individual. We always wanted one of his houses, especially the white slab brick one, but were as poor as Job's turkey.

Across the street from our coveted house, was a four bedroom, reddish brick---a nice one--- and our friend, a gov't. employee bought it!

A great story follows. Simple, but great, to me anyway, for I am a "place oriented" guy. I love familiar surroundings. I love home. Can't help it; that's just the way it is.

So P.J. (we'll call him), one happy Saturday, moved into his fine new red brick home, with his wife, and his little boy, Eddie.

After a long, laborious day (we've all been there), of getting mostly moved in, some stuff put away, and the beds set up, P.J. was tucking little five year old Eddie into bed in his strange new bedroom. After he talked to the little boy a bit, he hugged him, turned on the night lite, and started out the door.

The little boy said: "Hey, Dad, when are we gonna get out of here?" P.J. turned and said "What do you mean?" Eddie replied: "I mean, when are we gonna get out of here...AND GO HOME?"

I felt the same way once, when we moved out of our little "early marriage" home of twenty-four years. The boys had grown up there. When we brought little brand-new, bundled-up Brian home from the hospital, that cold November day, right before Kennedy was shot, little Alan was standing out front, scuffing his toe, waiting to see his new brother. All the growing up through the years and family stuff that went on there. Like the poet Khalil Gibran said, "Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered..." (in this place). Yes, I did hate to leave there; I knew how little Eddie felt!

People who are "citizens of the world," and love to travel---are to be admired! Me...I'm not a traveler. I relax better, sleep better, eat better, digest better, read better, write better---name it---and I do it better at home!

I once had a job that necessitated that I be away from home weeks at a time. I often sat in five-day-long daylight to bedtime meetings, where people talked. I was in hotel rooms. I, like little Eddie, thought a lot of times: "When am I gonna get out of here...and go home?"

Now I will tell you a funny thing: people have said to me---"Don't you LIKE to travel?" They've got to be kidding me! I say to them, "More power to you if you like to stand in airport lines, sleep in hard hotel beds, in stinky rooms, with strange pillows, and freeze under one blanket!" But me---I figured for years how I could GET HOME---now I'm not about to try to figure out ways to LEAVE!

No, sir. I'm with little Eddie!

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BY MIL
10/08/12




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"WE HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN THE DRIVE-INS!"


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MEMORIES FROM THE READERS
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  “ ….. I liked your newest blog about drive-in movies .  I remember very well living in San Antonio, Texas circa 1973. We had to purchase and burn these coil-like mosquito repellants to be able to go to the drive-in, due to hordes of insects, but what a party it was!   Everyone would pack their bbq grill and fire up the ribs, hot dogs, and hamburgers.  Of course, being San Antonio, there was a fair amount of "sippin" (i.e. adult beverages) going on too.  There was no better and less inexpensive way to have a night out, and yes, it was romantic too. Too bad this became a thing of the past, but all "cheap" modes of entertainment are now obsolete.”  L.J.

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“Mil, The drive in in Las Vegas operates during the summer, and has first run movies. The only problem  is that the sound comes over your car radio.  There is always a double header, and they suggest you charge your car battery during intermission.  A number of people have had to get jumped to leave because their battery ran down.  Quite an experience.  I believe that our last movie there was ‘Hairspray’”.  J.S.

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 “Mil...Don't tell anyone, but regular theaters are slowly going the way of the drive-in's. People don't need them.  They watch on their I-Pads, computers, and I-phones.  Wrist watches are also on the way out.  Save the ones you have to sell as antiques/collector items...”  R.S.
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This one got me to thinking.

 In the early 1960's my company transferred me to Florida to work on the Titan launch programs.  Our kids were small and they loved going to the drive in movie.  We had a station wagon and would make a bed in the rear.  When they got tired and sleepy, they would crawl into the back. Marcia and I could enjoy the second feature.  The first feature was always directed towards the small ones and the second was aimed more for the adults.

 During the summer there was a big mosquito problem in the area so spraying was a major activity.  The first time at the drive in was a big surprise to us.  During the showing of the film. a small vehicle drove down the traffic lane putting out the most dense fog that we had ever seen,  It fogged up the windshield.  You could actually see the bugs falling out of the air onto the windshield.  We had to turn on the wipers to clear them off.  After our first shock, we sat there and laughed and laughed.”    Richard Drake, guest writer. 
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And speaking of mosquitoes.....another fragment from the memory bank, from Richard: 

 "The first morning in our new home we had a big fright .  Our house was on a corner at the end of a long street.  We were in the living room enjoying our morning goodbye kiss, when we saw out of the front window, an airplane trying to land on the street. It was headed directly at the house and  It appeared to be on fire with white smoke coming from the wings. I only had time to grab Marcia and we dove behind the couch just as the plane flew over the house at tree level.  It was spraying for mosquitos.  It took most of the morning for the adrenaline to wear off.  It took several months before we started to learn to live in Florida."

 

WHERE DID ALL THE DRIVE-IN MOVIE THEATERS GO?



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ARE THERE ANY LEFT...ANYWHERE?
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Don't you sometimes miss, in the good old summertime, filling your ice chest with chopped ice, diet Pepsis (and big orange drinks, if you've got little kids, or grandkids), popping a big sack full of popcorn, dousing it with butter (when the wife is not looking), and heading out to your nearest local drive-in movie?! Such a trip is a good old American custom---mostly gone---I fear! But why?

The very first drive-in movie theater is thought to have been opened in New Jersey in 1933. Not much further information exists until after WWII, when drive-ins became very popular and the custom reached its heyday sometime in the 1950's. At this time, the number of drive-in movie theaters in the United States is estimated to have been more than 4000. By 1997, the total was 815, and there are now thought to be about 366. A few states have none, most states have several, and the states with the most are Pennsylvania--33, Ohio--31, and New York--30.

The demise of this much-loved American institution (?) has been attributed thusly, by the cognoscenti:  the pinch of more and more and better TV channels, the variety of programs, the advent of VCR's and other recording devices, plenty of movie rentals available, and the spread of cable TV.

I have a couple more reasons to add to the demise factors. Since I saw my first movie at a drive-in some 66 years ago---there south of Clovis---times have changed considerably.
Why, in those days, people didn't lock their homes...many not even at night. (My dad didn't fool with any locking, and it was old scaredy I that latched the screens, in the summer, when
nights were hot.)

Nowadays, with crime, foul-play, and carjackings, at a drive-in you would need to have your .45 pistol on the front seat, "cocked-and-locked," and when the ski-mask guy points his piece in your face as you are leaning partly out of the open window, enjoying the movie and the fresh air, and says: "Pal, move over, we're leaving, I'm taking your car!" You then whip your .45 up into his face, and say: "Heavens no, Pal! Take a hike!"

However, don't you hate confrontations like that? I do. They tend to raise your blood pressure and the adrenalin kicks in.

Another theory I have about the loss of drive-ins relates to economic factors. The saying is: "Always follow the money." You see, it would likely be difficult to charge five people in an auto, $8.00 each to drive into a movie (not counting those in the trunk, of course), but they pay those prices nowadays at regular theaters.

Then at the drive-in, could you charge $3.50-5.00 for a sack of popcorn or a coke? No. Or five bucks for a hot dog?  Ya think? Your "street-smart," drive-in smart kids, would bring their own DELI with them, beverages and all! It would be just like tail-gating, without  a tailgate or even getting out of the car. So money has to be a factor.

To tell the plain old truth, while my wife and I liked them, we never went to that many. The first one I went to was at that drive-in a mile south of Clovis. The movie was Henry Fonda and Linda Darnell, in "MY DARLING CLEMENTINE." It was a good western, with dark-like photography. Later, I found out that it was not the drive-in which caused it,but it was simply a dark movie.

Then my wife and I were in the SWBT Seminary in Ft. Worth, summer of 1960, and drove twenty-five miles out to a Grapevine,Tx. drive-in, to watch the highly-touted "ANATOMY OF A MURDER" with James Stewart and Lee Remick. Leaning over, relaxing, with my head half out the car window, with that cool night air, I slept through that one!

There were others which I don't remember, but the last one was here in Albuquerque, circa 1990. My secretary was constantly telling about all this fun of taking her husband and kids out to one of the two drive-ins left here then. So the wife and I went one nice summer night, popcorn, Pepsis, and all! Arranging myself in my proper head-half-out-the-window position,
"TORA, TORA, TORA" came on, and as the Jap planes droned across the northern Pacific,
toward our sleeping forces at Pearl Harbor, I too was sleeping!

I might still like to go to a drive-in movie, now and then, if for nothing but old time's sake---just to re-live a piece of Americana. However, my gunfighting days are over, and we would need a rent-a-guard for the back seat.

Carjackers are still out there, you know!

(I never did get to kiss a girl at a drive-in, so I might just SMACK MY WIFE of 56 years...
a big one!)

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  BY MIL
  10/05/12







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Friday, October 5, 2012

"AUTUMN"


AUTUMN

The nights are getting chilly,
There's a sharp nip in the morning air;
Autumn colors are beginning to be seen
Everywhere.
Oranges, browns, golds, dull reds,
Faded greens, muted yellows...
All around.

The sky here in the Southwest
Is Bright Blue,
With a few nice big fluffy white clouds
Left over from summer,
To make things seem friendlier.

The Harvest Moon has come and gone;
Indian Summer, always remembered as a
Warm and special time, has begun!
Nature will soon be buttoning up
For those cold winter months.  

One of the best things about Fall
In New Mexico: the green chile crop
Is ready!
You can smell chiles roasting 
Everywhere you go!
This delicious smell beings to mind, and palate
All kinds of tasty foods!


Tho' I've  lived thro' many an autumn,
I've never quite fathomed the mysteries
Of autumn light.
Its gentleness, its quietness---
It's almost like the sun has had a
Hard summer, and has let up a bit
And is resting, at two-thirds output.

Yes, and there is a nice warmness in the fall,
Not the full heat of summer.
Maybe this is why we love it:
Besides the colors, beauty, and freshness
Of the air,
There is a gentleness about autumn.

We need a gentleness in Life sometimes;
Maybe autumn is a good time for
Doing some musing...
About the Whys and Wherefores of things...
Of course, we will never know
Most of the answers, but---
In thinking, we'll be growing.

Fall is a good social time---
Picnics, football games, tailgating,
School homecomings, tearing down goalposts!
Scenic photo trips to the mountains,
Seeing smoke rising from little cabins
Nestled in their valleys up in the
High mountains.


North of Taos, looking south, a
Sheepherder and his sheep were
Blocking the highway one October day;
I got his picture with my Leica,
Printed it at home: "Sheepherder in Autumn!"

Soon a real "cold spell" will come.
As the Old Timers say:
A Norther---maybe a Blue One
With brisk winds, will clean the trees;
Chased by the wind, leaves of all
Shapes and colors, will be dancing along,
On their merry way, happy to be traveling
Somewhere---
Rattling along curbs, down streets,
Piling up on lawns, and against fences...
Tumbleweeds from vacant lots
Will join them!

The tomato vines are gone now,
Another growing season is over.
And the year is passing away.
Let's put out a Jack O' Lantern
And some Halloween decorations!

Time to have the chimney cleaned,
Bring some ready wood onto the patio.
We need to get our "throw quilts" out
For each easy chair, and one for the
Foot of the bed.

One of these cold nights, we'll
Build a fire in the old fireplace...
Maybe put on a pot of
Good-smellin' coffee...
Have a hot bowl of Chili and cornbread...
Or some breakfast-type food, like
Bacon, eggs, grits, and waffles...
Eat on TV trays, and read a good book,
Or find an old Andy of Mayberry Show!

Autumn!
Cozy times are here!
The Earth is a Nice Place!
Life is Good!

Tomorrow, we'll go out and
Breathe that cool fall air,
And enjoy the Colors...
One more time.



                                     "Sheepherder in Autumn" 
                                    Photo by Mil Moore, 1969

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BY MIL
10/04/12

(For Dear Friends, Judy H. and Harold V., who are recuperating.)


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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

MARGARET'S SKILLET SPOONBREAD



BE SURE TO READ EARLIER POST: "A TRIBUTE TO MARGARET"
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MARGARET RUTH RICKETTS DOUGHERTY----

When we think of the influence for good that this one woman had on the world, we are amazed. This story and the separate tribute, which you will greatly enjoy, came about like this:

Wylie Dougherty, one of our guest writers , read my "Cornbread" post, and wrote and said that I ought to have his mother, Margaret's, skillet SPOONBREAD recipe. I asked him to send it. Thinking my two cornbread recipes were the best in the world, we were amazed when we cooked Margaret's recipe and liked it SO MUCH, that we have made it five times.

Knowing a little of the history of Wylie's mother, (and she was Noel's mother also---Noel was an old '51 classmate from high school days), I thought: Any woman who could make cornbread like that, and birth and "raise" nine children, out on an isolated ranch---certainly deserves a TRIBUTE! Not only did she do all that, but spent her later years in community services of various kinds, and lived to the age of 95. 

Margaret's nine children are named here, with the eldest first: LaNelda, David, Ruth, Noel, Wylie, Allynda, Neil, Bill, and Jane. All are living, except Noel.

Mil's Place has been devoted to recognizing the things, people, and values that have made our country great. We have recognized: teachers, mentors, college professors, authors, poets, (even) a bomber crew, and classmates---thus I reasoned: It is time to write about MOTHERS!

Thanks much to Wylie and his family for his writing and for the excellent photos. His is a fine piece of Americana. .

HERE IS: MARGARET'S NEW MEXICAN SPOONBREAD: (courtesy of Mrs. Wylie)

1- #300 can of cream style corn
3/4 cup of milk
1/3 cup of melted shortening
11/2 cups of corn meal
2 eggs, slightly beaten
1/2 tsp soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1 small can green chile
1 1/2 cups sharp cheddar, grated

Mix all ingredients and pour into a greased cast iron skillet. Top with cheese.

Bake @ 400 for 45 mimutes. (Watch this---our oven is perfect at 33-35 minutes.) Serve hot with butter.
(Mi's note: first time, I was reluctant to put cheese on early, lest it scorch. Actually, now we load it up on top with cheese at first; it gives it that golden brown look. We like BROWN, CRISPY corn bread. Some folks undercook it. Also, if you are out of cream style corn, use whole grain, drain it, add a bit of milk, and puree it---works just fine.)

With every bite, remember this pioneer woman, that helped make our good old USA, the great country it is.

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10/02/12
 
 
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Monday, October 1, 2012

"ALWAYS PLAY YOUR CARDS CLOSE TO THE VEST"




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NOT POKER; WE'RE TALKING ABOUT...LIFE!
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This advice was once given to me, over coffee one morning in a restaurant, by a very wise, suave, knowledgeable, astute, and respected friend. He wasn't referring to poker. I can't play poker anyway. He was referring to LIFE.

I wish I could say that I've followed that wise advice, all the way, every day, one hundred percent. My percentage, I fear, is lower. You see, whether it's right or wrong, good or bad, I have always been the friendly, open, trusting sort of guy. A blabber! If I were ever arrested, I would be a dead duck---telling all---on the way to the mirror room.

If you stop and think about it, aren't you impressed with quiet, staid, laconic, taciturn people---wise-looking people who just sit back and listen? Self-assured, semi-pompous folks...who will occasionally deign to let a few golden words of wisdom fall from their lips. Wouldn't we all like to be like that? Look at the listeners---their mouths are agape!

I can tell you now that my "vest friend" would not be welcome at a FACEBOOK convention. Most of these dear folks live their lives every day...and every hour..."telling their guts," as my mother used to say. They "let it all hang out," as the saying goes. They live their daily lives in public. No problem, if that's what they like. It is a trend. "De gustibus non est disputandum"---- "Every man to his own tastes."

As for me, I'm still trying to follow that excellent advice, received fifty years ago.

What did you ask?? Hey, I don't know---my lips are sealed.! Don't ask me nuthin'! I'm not tellin'. My cards are CLOSE!

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BY MIL
10/01/12



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TRIBUTE TO MARGARET RUTH RICKETTS DOUGHERTY



Guest Post
TRIBUTE TO MARGARET RUTH RICKETTS DOUGHERTY
By Wylie R. Dougherty
Middle Son and Middle Child

Born in Jumbo Community, Castro County, Texas in 1907, oldest child of a family of six children.  Lived a complete pioneer life after marrying Archie Dougherty in August of 1928 in Hereford, TX.
The Dougherty family, Archie, Margaret and Archie’s Mom & Dad, Will and Emma drove their cattle and horses from Hereford to a ranch 20 miles north of Clovis, homes were built in the Frio Draw.  Margaret drove their Chrysler with a chuck-wagon along with the herd so the cowboys would have food and a camp as they drove to the KD Ranch.
Thus began the arduous life on the Frio.  From 1929 thru 1936 5 children were born, two daughters and three sons, the two oldest were born at Hereford, the next three were born at KD Ranch.
Margaret had the job of helping tend the herds and raising the brood, which she did with a vengeance.  While Archie built fences, corrals and barns, she built a home out of a little two bedroom bunkhouse.  When I was about to be born, the Frio flooded and Archie stepped out of bed into cold water up to his ankles.
Wherever Margaret lived, she had gardens, vegetable and flower gardens galore.  Even when water had to be carried, the gardens had to be watered.  The gardens provided food for the table and beauty to the eyes.  Archie prepared the gardens each spring with a team of horses and a mold-board plow; he worked the horses by commands with the reins over his shoulders, a real teamster.
NEXT CHAPTER--YESO
In 1941 the Archie Dougherty family moved from the Frio Draw to Yeso, a water stop for the Santa Fe Railroad, between Ft. Sumner and Vaughn, where we lived during the WW II years.  The ranch was home to cattle and sheep and the older kids were the combination cowboys and sheepherders.  Margaret managed to have her gardens and fed us throughout the war years.  Archie was deferred from military service by virtue of being in a critical industry, ranching, and at age 40 maybe a bit older than the needs of the Army.  Many adventures there as we chopped Loco Weed, necessary because when blooming, cattle, horses and sheep would get high as it was a kind of narcotic which could drive the animals LOCO, crazy.  Margaret had a Maytag washing machine, with a little one cylinder motor which Archie would kick start before he left for ranching chores.  We had a windmill which provided water for the house and for the stock. We also had a wind-charger which provided power for a few lights and powering a radio.  A favorite memory was sitting around watching radio, that’s right, the radio had a green light that lit up when tuned, and we sat around watching radio at night. Two more children, a girl and a boy, were born in a Ft. Sumner Hospital, which was more civilized than the first five who were born in the wild.
NEXT CHAPTER—BACK TO THE FRIO
 After the war, in 1945, the family sold the herds and moved back to the Frio Draw where the permanent home was built.  The house was moved from Clovis and set upon a foundation of concrete blocks, and then workmen added an additional wing doubling the size of the moved house.  This house was greatly influenced by Margaret’s wanting the kids to have good surroundings.  The boys' room had four bunk beds built into the walls, with a small closet for Levis, shirts and boots.  Two chests of drawers were built into the walls, one opening into the boys' room the other into a hallway.  The girls' room also had a bunk bed and a regular bed, with another bunk built into the kiddies room, next to our parents room to accommodate the new baby boy and girl, which rounded out the family of nine.
THE UNIQUENESS OF MARGARET
Anytime Margaret was asked how she found time for nine kids, she answered “one kid takes all your time, nine can’t take any more than that”.  Frontier logic, but it worked, the older girls took care of the younger four, which Archie dubbed as the “volunteer crop” as there was a five year gap between the fifth child and the sixth. 
The big house was a house filled with love, with something that our city friends could only dream about—we had two indoor bathrooms, a boys’ bathroom with a shower and a girls’ bathroom with a tub.  Margaret was a dreamer insisting on the bunk beds, two bathrooms and a huge garden, which was plowed by Doc and Glen, one white and one black work horse which Archie skillfully put through their paces.  Several big Chinese elm trees were in the back yard, providing swings and climbing for all.
 Margaret raised nine kids, but also an endless supply of beans, squash, tomatoes, corn, cauliflower, peas, okra, rhubarb etc. truly a bounty of wonderful eating.  This was supplemented with beef and pork which was raised for food.  Margaret was a regular member of the Claude Rainy Day Club, a ladies club for swapping recipes, making quilts and learning arcane things like flower arrangements, trading designs for shirts, dresses and other home made things.  None of the neighbors were rich in money, but all were rich in knowledge and love of country.
MARGARET’S NEXT CHAPTER
As the kids grew up, married and moved out, Margaret took up some activities like flower arranging and painting, as well as teaching others through clubs and the County Extension system.  When my wife-to-be, Ruth, first went to the ranch for Christmas 1956, she was stunned by nine kids and the constant activity that went on.  After we married the next year, Margaret became Ruth’s dearest friend, in fact Ruth told me “if we ever split, I’m not going back to my Mother—I’m going to go back to yours”.  Margaret thought that was one of the nicest complements she had gotten.  Over the years, Ruth learned more about proper diet, nutrition and home management and raising kids just by watching Margaret.
Margaret became noted for her horticultural skills and use of native plants in flower arrangements, taking many blue ribbons at the Curry County Fair.  She along with her dear friend Christine Long Hardisty, a classmate of Wylie’s and Curry County Home Extension Agent, traveled the State of New Mexico together, putting on demonstrations and teaching flower raising and arranging and vegetable gardening.   Margaret was named Horticulturist of the Year in New Mexico for the outstanding work and teaching that she did.
THE FINAL YEARS

After Archie had a stroke in 1970, Margaret moved from the ranch into Clovis and cared for him until his death in 1974.  During the next years she continued working with the Senior Center in Clovis continuing to teach and enjoy the garden that she had on Sandia Street in Clovis. 
She continued to be a role model for her children and the next generations until she passed away in 2003.  We were truly blessed to be in the presence of our parents and especially our Mother, Margaret Ruth Ricketts Dougherty.

                         Son Wylie, Margaret, Daughter Ruth, Son Noel
Guest Post by Wylie Dougherty, CHS Class of '53

     Mil
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