Tattered Past

Tattered Past: My ongoing journey through genealogy, history, writing, self-exploration and art. ~~~ Rita Ackerman

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Imagining My Mom as a Child: Remember When

It is hard to imagine our parents, who we only knew as adults, and possibly now as aged men and women as children. I just can't picture my mother running around playing tag or hide-and-seek. 

It is a little easier to imagine her playing house because she loved keeping up her home and caring for my sister and I, and later the grandchildren.  

Mom was the oldest of six; three boys and three girls. I'm sure a lot fell to her shoulders as she got older. 

Here she is at a family gathering. That is her on the left sitting on her father's hip. He was always a stern man and seeing him holding my mom is kind of funny for some reason. The woman to the right is Grandma Jennie holding Aunt Marie. I have to wonder what had Marie's attention, or was she just squirming and ready to go play? 
To the right is Nellie Keith Martin, Jennie's mother. She raised Jennie by herself in southwestern Kansas. Another thing that is hard to imagine. 

The two ladies are grandad's sisters and the men are their husbands. I don't know who the children are. This was taken at one of the sister's homes a few counties to the east of where my grandparents lived. 

Another bit of imagining: What brought the families together? What did they have for dinner? My guess would be fried chicken with lots of mashed potatoes and fresh tomatoes from the garden. 

Here's my mother a little older. I'm terrible at ages and there aren't any dates but my guess would be third grade.

My mother has been gone for almost 27 years. That doesn't even seem possible. I asked a lot of questions growing up, especially after I started doing genealogy in 1976, but there was never enough time and too many questions. I didn't always write them down. 

Mom didn't talk a lot about her childhood. She grew up to be a strong woman who raised two of us on her own. 

Have you thought about your own parents as children? 
Have you asked the questions? 
Have you written the answers down? 

Hmmm. Maybe they had a pot roast for dinner. 

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Essential Oils: There's Always More To Learn

I remember first discovering essential oils about twenty years ago. My niece and I bought the little bottles that just smelled good. We dropped the oil on clay diffusers and thought we were doing good. Now I know most of those types of oils are mostly alcohol and have very little actual oil in them.

About fifteen years ago I was introduced to Young Living at the yoga studio. One of the members was a doctor who swore by the use of these therapeutic grade oils. What a difference. Try these and you'll never go back. 

This is my box of oils. I use them for pain, relaxation, cleaning, and so much more. 
I thought all these years I was using them correctly. I applied them topically, ingested some (like peppermint), and smelled them. 

Then I found the Alchemist's Guild and have learned there isn't much that YL oils can't do. I've learned to make skin cleansers and creams, blends for better pain control, cleaning products, and even cooking ideas.

Now the Guild has a book that I wish I'd had twenty years ago. Or even five years ago. This book is geared to the oils that come in the beginner's kit. It has a bit of history on each oil or blend and the uses for each. The oils in this kit include Peppermint, Lavender, Lemon, Copaiba, Frankincense, and blends; Purification, Di-gize, RC, PanAway, StressAway, and Thieves.

There is a section in making blends using carrier oils to dilute and stretch the use of the oil. The different types of diffusers are covered and how to best use them. The best part and where I hadn't used the oils to their fullest potential is recipes to make things like an anti-bacterial type foaming hand cleaner, mouthwash, moisturizers, and lip balm.

I've made wool dryer balls and gotten rid of those dryer sheets. Glass cleaner, floor cleaner, and air fresheners. In other words detoxing my home.

On the side of there's always more to learn there are spaces for writing in your own recipes and ideas. There is also an accompanying journal to keep more information.

I have read the entire book and am now going back and studying more things, besides using it for reference. I'm finding it invaluable.

If you haven't discovered top quality essential oils ask around. You probably have friends who have. There are numerous books and web sites on using oils. "Basic Alchemy with Essential Oils" is a great place to start.

You can find it here:

Or if you are in Phoenix it is available at Dog-Eared Pages Used Books near 40th Street and Bell Road. http://www.dogearedpagesusedbooks.com/


Monday, January 23, 2017

Smiles in "True West Magazine"

Finally over the cold enough to get out a bit on my own. Second stop was Barnes & Noble so I could get extra copies of the current True West Magazine. 

I hang out there enough that many of the employees know be by name and when I went up to pay for three copies Chris commented that he had recently heard the publisher of True West is local. I was able to confirm the offices are in Cave Creek, Arizona, right on the main street. 

Of course, I then pointed out that I have a feature article in this (February) issue. 

He gave me a big smile and said something like, it's great to be a writer, but to be a published writer is even better. Yes it is. 
(Thanks, Chris.)

With around forty years experience as a genealogist I have often heard people ask about why our ancestors didn't smile. I've also heard comments during Old West events and in museums. There have been many theories over the years. 

I happened to notice a blog post by Bob Boze Bell, president of True West about those stern westerners. I commented that I happened to be working on an article about that issue and he put me "on assignment." 

It was a fun frolic through numerous web sites and a not so fun search through hundreds of photos looking for some that proved the "no smile rule" didn't always apply. 

After I submitted the article Bob blogged a few more times on the subject. Here are the links:



It has been an interesting article to write. 
I hope you all enjoy reading it too. 

I'd love to hear your comments.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Thinking About Mom

Getting sick is no fun. I've had that cold that is touring the country for over a week now. I keep texting hubby to stop and get something different try for the sniffles, coughing, sore throat, etc. (Yes, I feel like a commercial,)

Of course, I got to thinking about my Mom. I was talking with a friend and we both have fond memories of our Moms caring for us when we were sick and the ever present jar of Vicks VapoRub. 

When I was young Mom was usually working two jobs so I don't have a lot of memories of her being there. It's just the way it was. I do remember her soothing touch with the VapoRub and especially her pot roast and potato soup. 

Which, reminds me of a funny story. When we were first married we were renting a great old rock house in south Phoenix. The only heat was a wall furnace in the living room and a fire place. We were both about as sick as I've ever been. Mom would call and ask if she could do anything and I requested her potato soup. When she brought it by she put it by the door, knocked, and backed off the porch. When I answered the door she was a good fifteen feet away, she didn't want that bug. That was the best potato soup I've ever had. We still talk about it. 

Anyway, I wonder how much healing was just from the gentle touch of our mothers when we were young. 

Here's a photo of my mom during that time. She was a dispatcher for the police/fire department. 

Today, besides the Vicks I'm diffusing essential oils like crazy. Young Living brand Thieves and Purification to clear the house and eucalyptus, RC, tea tree, lemon, and, and oregano for all the symptoms.

Yes, I love my essential oils but there is something about Vicks VapoRub and the memory of my mother's gentle touch.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Distant Cousins . . . Remember When

I've been corresponding with a distant cousin on my McFerran line for many years. A couple of weeks ago he put me in touch with another cousin who he thought knew something about my Wilburn line (Samuel Wilburn married Mary McFerran in 1866.)

Ken called me one evening and we talked for at least an hour. He once lived in "Old Man Wilburn's" house in Franklin County, Arkansas. He remembered his father sending rent checks to him in Kansas. I'm pretty sure that was my great grandfather, Thomas W. Wilburn. Thomas was born to Sam and Mary in 1868. He married Nancie Jane Reed in 1890 and they were in southwestern Kansas by 1930. Here's a photo of him and his wife. He died in 1944 and Nancie in 1946. In 1930 he was living on a farm in Meade County, Kansas with one of their sons.

Ken told me about the area where our ancestors settled and even knew where the old homesteads were. He said that if I ever made it to Arkansas he would take me out there. I would love to do that, but I kind of gave up on going there many years ago. 

I tried to ascertain exactly how we are related and it turns out he is descended from Mary McFerran Wilburn's brother, Thomas. 

That is Mary on the far right. Thomas is next to her and his wife is standing behind. The other two women are Mary and Tom's sisters. 

I didn't realize while we were talking I had a photo of his ancestor. Ken doesn't own a computer so I dug through the files and today I went and had copies made of the photos so I can mail them to him. 

I don't know if he will recognize the photo when he sees it, but I felt so excited that maybe I can share with him something from his past. 

Ken was once in law enforcement and while at a conference in Colorado met a man named McFerran from Ireland. He was told that if it was MacFerran it would be Scottish but our McFerrans are Irish. (My DNA test did show I am 96% from the British Isles.) He didn't get any specific information about where the man was from. Our earliest, probable, ancestor is John McFerran who died before 1776 in Virginia. Looks like I need to work on this line a bit. 

It was wonderful hearing Ken tell how no matter how the family went from town they had to cross a creek (no bridges) to get home. They lost a huge number of acres after the Civil War and there's just a small amount left in the family. 

He also confirmed a story I was told: After Samuel McFerran's first wife, Esther Kennedy, died he married Catherine Dunn. When the bushwackers went through Arkansas they were at the house and shoved her towards the fireplace. My family said she was shoved into the fire but he didn't know that, so I don't know if that might have been a bit of exaggeration. She was attacked and survived

An added bit of information is Sam Wilburn and Mary were supposed to be married when he joined the Confederate Army. She had the slave woman wrap her wedding dress in a piece of oilcloth and hide it in a hole in the tree so the bushwackers wouldn't get it. When he returned they were married. 

I can't wait to hear from Ken when he receives these pictures. What a joy to hear from very distant cousins. 

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Fairy Portals Hidden at Local Bookstore

Dog-Eared Pages Used Bookstore in northeast Phoenix is a magical place on a usual day. On first entering the nearly hidden location the reader is met with displays of books by local writers and the beginnings of the multitude of used and collectible books. 

Proprietors, Thom and Melanie, will go out of their way to help you find that special book on your list or direct you to the back where you will enter a maze of books of every description. 

During January there will be a different kind of magic through fairy portals and mini-story books by the creative team of Ann Videan and Cherie Scott. 

The art wall at DEP with the display of fairy portals and books. 

Cherie designs and creates the fairy portals and Ann writes a special story for the wee inhabitants. 
Ann is also the author of Song of the Ocarina about Lark, a New Zealand teen who learns she is the "Maestra" of the realm of Delfaerune, "the only Noble Fae with the musical prowess and Earth connection to save humans from Dark Fae magic." 

Ann also has a coloring and writing prompt book based on the magical fairly portals Cherie creates. 

Also available are colorful or color-able notecards and other gifts. 

On January 12 from 4:00 to 6:30 there will be an artist reception at Dog-Eared Pages with food, smiles, magic, and fun. Learn more and find a map in the links below. If you can't it make that day, stop by the store and join in the search for a wee fairy portal hidden somewhere midst the books. Take it to the front and receive a mini book about the wee fairy that lives within.

You will be enchanted. Hope to see you there!


Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Looking Forward . . .

The New Year always brings about changes. I don’t do resolutions, but I do try to set goals. One of mine for this year is to revamp my blog (and to be a better blogger.)

I’m going to redo the banner so watch for that. I haven’t even made a final decision yet, so it will be a surprise for all of us. Lol

The next decision is what direction to take the writing. In the past I have tried a variety of things: travel, art journaling, “remember when” about my family history, and just stuff about me. What I’d like to do is have departments.

If you are an avid blog follower you have probably noticed things like “throwback Thursday” when people post photos of themselves or their family from the past. Or maybe that is just Facebook, I’m not sure, but you get the idea.

With all the other writing I plan to do I can’t do a blog post every day. Most people don’t have the time to read that much anyway. I would like to do some regular type posts.

So, here’s your chance to tell me what you would like to read about. Here are a few of my ideas:

“Remember when . . .” family history, memories, and an idea to write your own stories.

Journaling prompts for self-awareness OR prompts for fiction writing OR both traded off?

Art journaling ideas and prompts. For those not aware of the art journaling craze it is taking a journal or book, and using mixed media (collage, paint, markers, stamps, stickers, etc.) to PLAY and journal about yourself and your life.

General life: my travels, pets, photography, reading, and life in Arizona. 

As you can see, there are a wide variety of possibilities; mainly because I have such a wide variety of interests. Perhaps this would be a good time to list some of my activities:

I lead a writing group based on the book Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg. I was part of another group for 11 years and have moved on to start a new group. We meet weekly to write a story from a prompt and then we share what we’ve written.

I write Arizona and Old West history for various magazines, journals, and an upcoming book.
I journal daily in either an art journal or regular hand-written journal.

I attend a variety of writing groups and attend conferences and workshops. I have also taught several workshops on research and writing.

I’ve been doing my own genealogy since 1976 and, also do some research for others.

I read constantly. My goal on Goodreads for 2016 was 65 books and I have exceeded that.

I am involved in learning vibrational healing. I also work with therapeutic grade essential oils.

My husband and I do paranormal research with various groups.

I do some sewing and other crafts. I’m getting the itch to get back into making 1/12 scale miniatures. (I have a huge Victorian style house with three stories and the big doors that open in the front.)

Okay, Dear Readers, what do you want to read about? What have been some of your favorite types of posts in the past.

One other comment, many say they can’t make comments on the blog itself. I have it set up that anybody can leave a comment, however I must moderate the comments so your comment won’t show up immediately. I hope this fixes the problem. (For my FB friends, I will be back after the holidays.) 

Monday, December 19, 2016

Busy Writing the Old West

My poor blog has been languishing in the background again.

However, I have been getting a lot of Old West writing done.

I had an article in the August issue of Wild West magazine about W. A. Clark who founded Clarkdale, Arizona and left his mark throughout the West. If you read the book Empty Mansions you will know about this fascinating character.

My latest article in Wild West magazine is about a hanging in Goldendale, Washington where my husband’s ancestors settled. Here’s a link to the magazine and this particular issue:
The Presby Museum and Historical Society in Goldendale, Washington. 

As a genealogist and historian I have long wondered about those somber photos in my collection. I’m not the only one, so when True West publisher, Bob Boze Bell, asked about it I happened to be researching that subject and it led to an upcoming article which he discussed on his blog:
(You can go to each link or just scroll up from the first one.)



One of my favorite family photos. Mattie and John Keith with their daughter, Dottie. When I began my genealogy I corresponded with Dottie. That was back in the 1980s.

I’ve been writing for the Tombstone Times for about eleven years. I write a monthly column about the buildings, people, and history of the historic town of Tombstone, Arizona. The publishers have archived a couple of my articles here:  

The Birdcage Theater during our visit to Tombstone in October. 

Another place I’ve been published is the historic Epitaph National Edition. The Tombstone Epitaph was first published in 1879. It has been continuously published ever since; sometimes as a weekly and sometimes a daily. The local edition is put out by the journalism students at the University of Arizona. The national edition deals with the history of the town and the Old West. They don’t have any of my articles archived but you can learn more about the paper and the museum here:

I’m working on more articles for some of these publications. My latest major project is a book based on some of my Tombstone Times articles. The deadline I set for finishing the first draft is the end of January.

Yes, by putting that out there I’m putting the pressure on myself to meet that goal.

That’s part of my excuse(?) for not keeping up the blog. I’m working on a schedule of posts on things like writing, reading, genealogy, art, travels, and whatever else might come along. Like the phone call I received last night from a distant cousin who lives near where our family first settled before the Civil War. Intrigued?

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Travel Ettiquette

Travel Etiquette

Being able to adjust to strange situations, a quiet manner, and consideration of other people are the most important of all travel manners. Complaining about accommodations, boisterousness, and carrying off souvenirs will make a bad reputation for any one who indulges in them. Many travelers commit the error of comparing any place they happen to be with their home town, or their home state, and discover innumerable faults with the place they are visiting. This should be avoided, for it is discourteous and discouraging to any one who is in any way responsible for their happiness.

Inexperienced travelers should seek information from persons authorized to give it, never from strangers.

The Household Searchlight Homemaking Guide, "The Household Magazine," Topeka, Kansas, 1937.

Travel has changed drastically especially in the last few years. I never did much traveling as a child and was never more than 100 miles from where I grew up. After we moved to Arizona in 1967 that changed with a few trips to Colorado to visit my sister and to California to visit Disneyland.

 When we moved to Arizona everything we owned fit in this car and U-Haul trailer. It was quite an eye-opening trip and the first time I remember ever staying in a hotel.

This photo is from a collection of photos from my Martin line. This is at the Wisconsin River Dells. You can get a glimpse of a man in a boater hat. I believe that is my great grandfather, Bert Martin.

And a postcard from my grandfather's collection. Even travel postcards have gone
through major changes. 

The world will always change, not always for the best. Wouldn't it be nice is some of the basic travel etiquette from the '30s was still in use? 

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Household Management, 1937

My book discussion group did Jacqueline Winspear's book The Care and Management of Lies this 
month. I have loved this author for a long time by reading her Maisee Dobb's series. This book is a stand alone and was Wonderful. 

Product Details

The book is first set in Kent County and London, England at the beginning of World War I. The author was intrigued by a book she found about homemaking published in 1914, the year the war started. 

As I read I remembered a book my mother had that was hidden on the top of my bookshelf since she passed away. I dug it out and found it as intriguing as the one Ms. Winspear quoted from.

Mother's was The Household Searchlight Homemaking Guide published by The Household Magazine in 1937--ironically just two years before the start of World War II. 

There aren't any notations in the front except this stamp: "Fowler, Kansas, Feb. 7, 1938." My parents were married in Fowler in 1941, and lived there for a time. I have to wonder how Mom got this book and why she kept it all those years. She wasn't one to keep things, especially when we made the move to Arizona with what fit in our car and a U-Haul trailer.

There are a few items underlined such as this wedding advice:

I don't know if Mom did this underlining. She didn't have a large wedding. In fact I think it was just Mom, Dad and the witnesses.

On the section for "The Home Medicine Chest" there is this note, "true I tried it." Again, I don't know who wrote it.

Here's the complete list: 

On the next page other bits are underlined including fainting is caused when there is "lack of blood reaching the brain." And, under frost-bite underlined is "Never apply heat to frost-bitten flesh." I found that especially interesting because I had frost-bitten fingers when I was thirteen. It still bothers me to handle ice. I don't remember how it was "treated."

While looking for the notation above I found another one in pencil. The section is titled Termites and somebody wrote "That's me." How I wish I knew who did these things. 

The book covers etiquette, weddings, setting a table, serving meals, menus, quantity cooking, health and beauty, the sickroom, physical care of the baby, mental health of the child, floor coverings, wall coverings, curtains and draperies, color: the home, furnishings, equipment, woodwork furniture, textiles, the laundry, stain removal, dyeing, household pests, the lawn, club activities, and entertainment. 

I thought it would be fun to share some of these things. Some of them are silly in our time; others I wish were still in use. Here's a paragraph from etiquette on the street:

     "The best-mannered people are least noticed on the street. They do not talk loudly, or discuss personal matters, since they may be overheard by strangers. They do not carry parasols or packages at such angles that they will strike other people. They do not attempt to dash through a crowd of people, jostling every one in their path. If two people stop to talk on the street, they step outside the line of traffic so that others will not have to detour around them. . ."

Monday, August 8, 2016

Memories of the Manor House

I was quite surprised to receive this photo from my daughter this weekend along with the message that she had found this in an antique store

I called her and asked how much it was ($18.00) and why she was thinking about buying it, because I always thought she hated mine. 

With that lead in allow me to explain. We had one of these little planters in our home when I was growing up. I would spend hours picturing the little people who lived in that old manor. They would walk around the pond, over by the trees, then over by the waterwheel. The door is ajar and they went in and out. Stories abounded. 

When mom and I moved to Arizona it disappeared. My sister had it, as I later learned, and again I was surprised my niece did the same thing. Stories of little people who lived in the manor house. My niece was 9 years younger than me and so closer to me in many ways than my own sister. 

Meantime, I had found one in an antique store. Never knowing that my sister had it (and hated it.) I think we found a third one for my niece years or maybe my sister just said she could have the original.  

So this weekend I learned my daughter made up stories, too. She didn't buy this third (or fourth) manor house because I told her it would be hers one of these days, as long as she wasn't in too much of a hurry. 

So whatever your opinion of this vintage planter it has a history. And an interesting little side note: the three of us who grew up making up stories about the tenants of the manor house became writers. 

It's these funny little stories that make family history and memoirs so interesting. 

Ask around. Your family may have interesting little stories, too. 

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Remember When: Childhood Home

We lived in this little house from when I was about 4 until I was 12. It was a simple house, but Mom kept it spotless, even though she was often working two jobs to make ends meet. 

That 's my sister, who was ten years older, me, and Mom. Just us girls. The front windows were the living room. I don't remember those curtains. I only remember drapes. The window on the left was Mom;s room until my sister left home and Mom took the bigger room. There was no closet so my clothes were in a metal cupboard/closet. I don't know how mom kept her clothes and at one time her police uniforms in that tiny thing 

By the back door was this old filled-in well. Mom always planted it with flowers. That's our dog, Smokey. We had him from when I was about 3 until about 14. He was quite a dog. We didn't have fences so we just let him out and he roamed the streets. Mom put his food and water dishes on newspapers and we always knew when a storm was coming because he would try to push the papers up with his nose to cover his food. 

The only heat was this wall heater between the living room and the kitchen. Funny I don't remember being unusually cold. (We lived in Kansas.) I think eventually we did get a little portable heater for the bathroom but Mom warned me so much to be careful around it that I actually became afraid to have it on. 

This was my favorite spot. The old crab apple tree. It had little crab apples that never seemed to reach a point where they were good to eat. Our house is on the lift and you can see the kitchen window. I have long thought it was actually two small houses put together at some time. See the differences in the roof lines?

The well is under the tree and the yard goes back to the alley. There was a big oak tree where I had a rope swing at one time. Also a little cherry tree. 

I would get on that branch where I have my hands and see the neighborhood or watch for Mom to come home from work. 


This is my sister, Grandma Jennie, and I under the cherry tree. Funny how we took photos of blooming trees even with black-and-white film. We burned out trash in that black drum. 

 This photo is the front yard looking across the street. Nobody had fences so when all the neighborhood kids got together we could go from yard to hard and had a huge play area. For the most part we met at the corner house for hide-and-seek, tag, and catching lightning bugs. 

I hadn't really thought about pulling the house and yard together through photos before but I'm glad I did. I think with more time I could do even more. (My photos aren't exactly organized.)

I once drew a map of the house which I'll share another time. I don't have it scanned. 

What can you pull together? Have you tried drawing a map? 

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

You look like . . .

I've always been surprised when people say a baby has his father's eyes or her mothers nose. I just don't see resemblances like that. 

When I posted a photo of my younger self on Facebook most people who know me well commented how much my daughter looks like me. When I look at her I don't see myself at all. It wasn't until a few years ago that I started seeing glimpses of my mother in the mirror. 

I thought it might be fun to take a closer look. Here's my daughter in one of my favorite photos. Don't even ask how old she was. I can't remember. 

And here I am in my Easter outfit. 

We both have very fine, thin hair. We were both small. We both love history, books, and paranormal research. Oops, that doesn't count, does it?

Just for fun, here's my mother and sister.

I guess I do see some resemblance between Jessica and I and even Mom, Betty, and I but it doesn't jump out like it seems to for other people.. 

I do see people who look like famous people all the time. Nobody ever agrees with my assessment. 

Have a great week and watch out for those lookalikes. 

Monday, July 11, 2016


Had a wonderful therapeutic massage today. The music was more calming than usual.

There's so much negativity right now, not only for the world, our country, but among some of my associates. It makes me sad.

So for today I am sending calmness. I will close with the angel card I drew today.






"You will more easily hear and receive our messages if you daydream regularly. Relax and open your mind to receiving, without directing your thoughts. Just notice any feelings, visions, or ideas as if you were watching a movie. This is the seat of creativity."

Photos are from the Japanese Gardens, Phoenix, Arizona a few years ago.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Mrs. Wyatt Earp: Laughter and Tears

Meet Mrs. Wyatt Earp.

We went to the Herberger Theater in downtown Phoenix today for the performance by Terry Earp of Mrs. Wyatt Earp. Terry not only performs as Josephine Sarah Marcus Earp, she wrote the play which has been performed throughout the country and is married to Wyatt Earp who also performs as the historical figure he shares a name with.

Terry put on an amazing performance which brought out laughs and a few tears as Josie who is rememberin- Wyatt a few years after his death in 1929. In the one-woman play she tells a feral cat about her memories of Wyatt and how she tried to get the story right.

Friends and fans of Terry and Wyatt Earp were stunned in 2006 when they learned Terry had been struck by a red light runner in north Phoenix and left with a severe spinal cord injury. Wyatt stayed by her side as she fought to recover. We were there when she returned to the stage at Schieffelin Hall in Tombstone, Arizona. Everybody left that evening with tears from the performance of husband and wife as Mr. and Mrs. Wyatt Earp.

I was a little surprised today to find myself teary eyed as I watched Terry perform again. I never tire of watching either of these wonderful people perform.

Terry will be doing her play as "Doc" Holliday's woman,  Big Nose Kate, at the Herberger starting October 3.

Lots of memories.