Sunday, August 22, 2010

2010: Year in Review Continued

This review is under construction...I want to catch up to August, for heaven's sake. At least I'm up to February, eh????

FEBRUARY: Aaron, Pancakes, and the Parade of Homes:
(Oh. And donkeys thrown in at no extra charge.)

This is my eldest son Aaron. He turned 40 in February. Yikes! I'm far too young to have a forty-year-old! But look how winsome he looks. He needs a wife. Anyone???

Darwin is a pancake maker par excellence! He has a secret recipe handed down from father to son. They are fondly known as "Dad's Pancakes."

We're always excited when the Parade of Homes rolls around--usually on President's Day weekend. I am so snap-happy that I usually fill a whole card with home shots. You are lucky that I'm only posting a couple.

I found that I was more interested in the people shots than I was home shots this year. This guys was in the garage of one home, peddling his wares--the western art you see in the background. He was happy to pose for me. Isn't he awesome?

These two mountain men were in a tent outside one of the homes in Elim Valley. I thought they were adorable, hawking their wares.

Oh, Janna...there are easier ways to get a free carrot!!!!

We stopped in Virgin to feed the donkeys. Burro had instant rapport with this one! They bonded!

The donkeys were sad to see us go!

2010: Year in Review

February 6, 2010 - Barry Anderson's funeral at Cane Beds

My brother Norman's old crony, Barry Anderson, passed away in February. Norm asked me to come sing at his graveside service. I'm so glad I went. It may have been the best funeral I've ever been to!

Barry's son Eric is on the left, with Corinne and Dell Stout (who was asked to speak). Note the fact the we are all outside in the red hills of guess what song I was supposed to sing? You're so brilliant! Of course it was Marty Robbins' Red Hills of Utah--probably the hundredth time I've sung this song at a funeral. This was definitely a fitting setting.
Norman, my sweet brother with muscular dystrophy, played his trusty harmonica. It was perfect.
My beloved husband toted my guitar case as usual, looking very handsome, as usual, too! Hugga dugga!
We were all standing around in the red dirt of Utah, with Barry's coffin right next to us. Can you see the picture of Barry in the background?
I sang my heart out for Barry. Look at me wail.
Friends and neighbors of the deceased were invited to speak their was sort of like "open mic" graveside. There were heartfelt feelings expressed, and no holds were barred. People were talking politics, religion, whatever their little hearts desired. It was casual. It was controversial. It was AWESOME!
This is one of Barry's neighbors working the crowd. He was GOOD!
I could not resist snapping secret photos of faces in the crowd. That's what follows:

Don't you wish you had been there? It was a real send-off for Barry, who was a rugged individualist himself. Bye, Barry. Thanks for letting me sing for you!