Folding Space in the Land of the Pueblos

Memories and the Worm Hole Back in Time.

Example of ancient Native American ruins sometimes called Anasazi or Puebloans

In the 1970’s I spent several weeks out West attempting to discover every Anasazi (The term is no longer used.) settlement I could find that was listed on a Native American map except for Mesa Verde only because the road was closed. Last year I finally got to Mesa Verde.

I took my old Chevy Vega down so many trails of dust and sand that I had to sell it when I returned home! The air filter was clogged with dirt and it started using a quart of oil a week after my 10,000 mile journey.

In the forty or so years since that epic adventure, archaeology has changed. Discoveries have been made and sites that I once visited have blossomed into destinations. They are no longer a few rocks at the end of a bumpy gravel road. There are visitor’s centers, paved roads, guided tours, and lots of stuff to buy.

The Best of Archaeology

This church is still large but you would not call it a cathedral today!

Two of the pueblo sites we visited near Santa Fe, New Mexico were Pecos National Historical Park and Bandelier National Monument. Both sent your imaginations into the stratosphere.

At Pecos the local indigenous people built a huge pueblo (town) that served 2,000 but were eventually subjugated by both the Spanish government and Franciscan priests who were seeking gold and land. Along side of the pueblo a Catholic church with scores of residences was built. The church was 150 feet long and its walls were 22 feet thick. (Sounds like a fort to me!) It was impressive! I am sure it was a sign that both God and country approved of the domination of these people. But the people did not approve and soon revolted. They did not want to be punished for practicing their own religion.  This revolt eventually led to the end of the pueblo.

It is truly remarkable to walk the length of the pueblo and to think about the people who lived there. We know so little about them, even today.  If I could fold space, I would visit them!

You could climb right up into the living room of one of the ancient ones.

Bandelier National Monument is a treasure that preserves both a pueblo and rock/cave dwellings. We know even less about these indigenous peoples who lived in the Frijoles Canyon. Volcanic dust created a landscape full of caves along Frijoles Creek. They have excavated a pueblo that dates back to around 1200 CE and have discovered the presence of peoples that date back 10,000 years.

Reconstructed home that was attached to the caves.

High about the pueblo are residences of people who lived in the caves. The caves were a much safer place to live because the Frijoles Creek below regularly floods and it protected them from approaching enemies. The people who lived in these caves built structures along side the walls that look like porches. There were holes in the stone walls which probably supported houses also. They entered the caves using a ladder and then pulled the ladder up with them. Some call them cliff dwellings.

This is a model of the pueblo below the homes on the cliffs.

We saw and visited similar caves at Mesa Verde last year but were watched closely by a park employee. Here we climbed up steps hundreds of feet about the pueblo down below — for almost a mile. The journey took us back in time. You could see smoke stains on the inside of the homes and some of them had created art work.

There were also two ball courts or kivas. WOW!

Yesterday we visited Wupatki National Monument. The park service has done a bang-up job (again) in allowing visitors to visit an ancient pueblo in spectacular surroundings. What a wonderful place to live!


Around 1969 I found this monument also at the end of a dusty sand road. It did not look the same today because of additional excavations, reconstruction,  and the building of a visitor center. I asked the park ranger if I was losing my mind. He told me that the entrance to the monument was on the other side and that the visitor center was being built in 1969. Today exploring the area was so easy. We drove right up to the monument on asphalt and took a hike all around it on level ground!!! So beautiful!

We are so lucky to live in a country that values the history of its peoples. What would we do without these wonderful places that inspire and educate us!?

Santa Fe

Artisan and Farmers Market in Santa Fe

One of the reasons we chose to visit Santa Fe was to spend a little time with Jim and his lovely partner Laura. Tom had known Jim for almost 20 years and bumped into him in several places around the globe. We had lunch with them and they extolled their love for Santa Fe. It is a small town, around 70,000, but offers fine restaurants, art, and architecture that they enjoy and admire. As they drove us around town, it was apparent that living in Santa Fe was a romantic adventure for them. This is where they have retired. And this is a place where Jim’s parents had lived.

Tom and I spent time at the Farmer’s and Artisan Market at The Railyard District. The experience was exhilarating. People were enthusiastic and kind. We bought lots of pastries and fresh veggies. But the prices were often exorbitant. Eggs were $6.00 and $8.00 a dozen. I bought two donuts for $6.00 and Tom bought a piece of strudel for $3.50. The prices for jewelry and art were out of our league. The cheapest pair of earrings I saw was $56. At our campground some of the folks told us that paintings in Santa Fe, on the cheap side, were about $14,000.

Lame Tourists

So when we came back to our campsite, we decided not to hoof our way around Santa Fe. There are wonderful churches and history that dates back 400 years but we were not in the mood for crowds. The town itself is small and the buildings mirror a pueblo. The shops are very close together and the sidewalks were full of people. We had been camping under the skies with miles of land around us and did not want to face the hustle and rush of trying to find a space on the sidewalk to stroll. I can’t imagine what it will be like when the tourist season arrives.

Taking Care of Your Pet.

Thought you might like to see how some full-timers manage their pets.  This is the first time we have seen something so elaborate. Look, there is a door for the dogs to come and go in the motorhome! Notice the fence and slide that gets them down to ground level.

Unique approach to managing pets!

As always this post is copyrighted by Marla J. Selvidge

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Daddy, where does Wind come from?

From Tom’s Dashboard:

Heading West from Lake El Reno OK towards Santa Fe NM

This stretch of the trip was just a necessary drive to get us to New Mexico, Arizona and Utah, but we always find interesting stuff along the way.

This pic reminded Marla of eating at Judd and Helen’s as a kid.

“Get Your Kicks.” Oklahoma actively promotes the Route 66 history with a very professional tourist guide to “Main Street of America”. The Oklahoma portion of historic Route 66 crosses from Northeast corner in Miami to the Texas border at Texola. We visited the Oklahoma Route 66 Museum in Clinton, which chronicles the road from the 1920’s to the 1960’s. The museum interestingly reminds you that with the invention of the automobile, a little over 100 years ago, many other things needed to be invented: roads, parking lots, parking meters, roadside dinners, motels…. It was a non-critical nostalgic look at this famous route. The visitor book at the museum was mostly filled with visitors from other countries like China, Brazil, Australia, UK….

A visitor arrived in this wagon train! How exciting!







This is an interesting way to travel!








From Weatherford OK to the Moon: If you have any interest in flight, find your way to the Stafford Air and Space Museum in Weatherford OK. The Museum started as a tribute to Lt. General Thomas Stafford, local boy who became an astronaut, and later a General in the Airforce. One of the most intellectual astronautics, Stafford’s Apollo 10 flight around the moon was the “Trip Advisor” for Neil Armstrong’s Apollo 11 moon landing. The museum has relics or replicas from the earliest flight to plans for future outer space explorations. It was a very surprisingly large exhibit in rural Oklahoma. I give it 5 Stars but the museum could use 2X the space to better feature the hardware.

Texas is so advanced! Who da thought?

Daddy, where does wind come from? Answer:  From wind farms in Texas. If milk comes from dairy farms and corn from corn farms, then wind from wind farms?  Right?Crossing the panhandle of Texas, we saw more wind turbines than you can imagine. Texas with over 10,000 turbines at about $2,000,000 each is home to 2X the number of wind turbines of the second leading state Iowa. This is an amazing investment in sustainable energy production, fostered by federal tax credits, and a state controlled energy grid. These towers look beautiful on the Texas landscape. The wind however was blowing the RV off the road.

That’s all from Tom’s Dashboard on the Canyon Star overlooking Lake Ute in Logan, NM.

From time to time Tom will leave the driving to write from his dashboard!!!

Next post will focus on Santa Fe, Bandelier National Monument, Los Alamos National Lab, and more….  We hope!

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Throw away that Eraser Before its TOO Late!

The Cowboy Temple of Oklahoma City.

For years I have mumbled that I wish that I could erase Kansas. It would make the journey to Colorado so much easier. (Tom likes the Flint Hills.) I am sure that the people of Kansas would not like being eliminated from the national map. Maybe it could be placed on the tip of Florida or next to Nova Scotia? No, that is a bad idea! Well I was wrong and send my apologies to Kansas for my bad attitude!

Utah is our ultimate goal but there are lots of byways. We have visited ghost towns high up in the mountains of Colorado or mining communities all over the west on past adventures. I did not know that ghost towns dotted the Kansas and Oklahoma landscape.

We were so surprised at the architecture in Newkirk, Oklahoma. And, no, it is a not a German town but it sounds like it is. Barely 2,000 living souls call this place their home but it could accommodate thousands more. The average price of a home here is $68,000 so most people could live it up in style in Newkirk. They could commute to Ponca which is right down the road.

Ponca is at the crossroads of three oil refineries so there are lots of jobs and people. It is kind of a shock to go from Newkirk where the dust flies to bustling Ponca. It is part of the Ponca Nation. We stopped to view a huge statue of a Pioneer Woman and got off the track to Marland Mansion. The mansion is fabulous with 22 rooms and acres of gardens.

We discovered E.W. Marland who was an early oil baron who lived it up until J.P. Morgan took over his company in lightening speed. Marland used to control the largest deposit of oil reserves in the world (according to some). Right after his mansion was built his wife Virginia died. Living with him was his niece whom he had adopted. Well, the tale is pretty tall here. So, he got the adoption annulled and then married her. Sounds like there might have been hanky panky involved before his wife died? There is more but I will have to save this story for another day! Oh, he eventually became governor and then died penniless!

On the way to a campground right off Route 66 we stopped in Guthrie. WOW! Most of the gorgeous Victorian red buildings were built after the Oklahoma Land Rush of 1889. At that time 50,000 people camped out where the town in now waiting to win a piece of land. Some of the buildings that sprouted up boasted 1893 as their year of origin. One tourist guide said that there are 2,000 preserved buildings from the 19th century. And they are all red or red brick. Amazing! I wonder who built these structures. They certainly reminded me of Belgium and the Netherlands!

I want to read about these places and the people but there is very little on the web and no books in the museums. It is time to talk to Amazon or the Intercontinental Library!

Lots of fantasy literature at this temple!

Today we visited the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum near Oklahoma City. Hollywood fantasy was the theme of the day. It featured cowboy literature, films, cowboy stars, cowboy stuff, art and statues of cowboys and some Native Americans. It was more visual than intellectual. Although it did remind me of all the TV cowboy shows and movies we watched while I was growing up. I would change the name to the “Cowboy Temple because it presents an idealized view of all cowboys.” I kept wondering what cowboys did after that got tired of the cows?  Or did they want to be cowboys?  Where are the cowgirls?

My photo is only of one fifth of the parade!

Near downtown Oklahoma City is an outdoor bronze sculpture called Centennial Land Run Monument that runs for two city blocks. Since we were learning about the land rush, we thought we would stop by the monument for a look. Beyond our expectations, these sculptures are god-sized images of people, horses, covered wagons, dogs, and all sorts of contraptions that are hell-bent on their way to find land. They tell a hopeful and yet sad story that seemed so similar to the gold rushes.

One of the best sights of the day was a tour of the Capital building with its lobbyists and state legislators The dome is truly magnificent and finished only in 2002.



Upcoming: The Stafford Space Museum and a Route 66 Museum.


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Making Friends at the Folk Alliance International in Kansas City

Forbidden Folk Music is Protest Music!

I have been pondering all week about how to capture the zest and creativity that Tom and I experienced at the 2017 Folk Alliance International Conference in Kansas City last week. I don’t think I can, but maybe I can give you a taste of the music and its peoples.

The world came to Kansas City last weekend.  Never would I have believed that there could have been so much talent at Crown Center.  Over 1500 singers and musicians from all over the world crowded the halls and rooms of the Westin.  They brought their instruments, beliefs, stories, and sounds to perhaps 3,000 concerts and showcases.  We rocked, stomped, clapped, cried, and marveled at the talent.  Some say that music is a drug, if so, I think we were “high” all week!

On floors where artists sang in showcases the walls were plastered with posters.

On floors where artists sang in showcases the walls were plastered with posters.

Tom and I volunteered with 350 others for the event and took a few classes at the Music Camp.  Our wonderful boss was Mike Warren.  We were stationed at the entrance to the exhibit hall and monitored who could go into the booths. During the day and night we would listen and experience the music, and later we met the artists going into the exhibit hall.  These talented souls were so appreciative of our thoughts that it was almost shocking.  They handed us CD’s and invited us to come back! By the end of the four days of volunteering we had amassed over 20 CD’s.

Here is one guy who creates guitars out of cigar boxes, bed pans, and cookie tins!

Here is one guy who creates guitars out of cigar boxes, bed pans, and cookie tins!

But we found more than talent on those stages.  We found like-minded people who were troubled about what is happening to our country.  I don’t think that the planners of this event could ever have imagined the hate, xenophobia, and paranoia we are now experiencing in the United States when they chose the theme of “Forbidden Folk.”

Billy Bragg talked about solidarity and change!

Billy Bragg talked about solidarity and change!

Many musicians chose to highlight the insanity that is happening all around us.  Billy Bragg from the UK headlined the Sunday performances and brought us back to reality with a re-worked tune of Bob Dylan’s, “The Times They are Changing.”  Billy added “back” to the end of the refrain.  Here is a link to the tune that captures the regression that we are all experiencing. His performance was masterful but this clip is not strong.  Listen to the words.



I never realized that folk music was so close to rap. They both use poetry.

I never realized that folk music was so close to rap. They both use revolutionary poetry.

Grant Peeples from Florida made us all sit up when he sang,

Pitchforks and Torches

Pitchforks and torches, razors and rocks
Barbwire fences ‘round empty parking lots
Sirens are screaming in a dark starless night
People loading guns and sharpening knives

Pitchforks and torches, a vulture on a wire
River’s dried up and the lake is on fire
Preachers trump teachers in information wars
Just kicking up dust and settling scores

Pitchforks and torches, a traitor’s flag waves
In a Hallelujah Nation that’s handling snakes
Friends are now foes and foes are now friends
Edging up to a ledge where the ending begins
Take um on down, take um on down
Take um on down; let the righteous reign
Take um on down, take um on down, now
Take um down; let the righteous reign

Maria made you realize how important it is to care about people.

Maria Dunn made you realize how important it is to care about people.

Others sang of land in Canada stolen by huge mining companies and pipelines that destroyed property for the sake of a few dollars.  Maria Dunn sang about Malala the young girl who was shot on her way to school who recently received the Nobel Peace Prize.

The artists sang about love bringing people together, changing the world, and dreaming.  They sang about their mothers, and washed out roads, and fence rows, the poor, farmers, the earth, tree lines, arrowheads, cotton fields, and how we have to find our own humanity somehow.

They sang everywhere!

They sang everywhere!

The artists kept singing that we should come together but I have never been able to come together with the righteous who think they have a right to rule the earth.  I want to love and share the earth and I don’t want to rule anyone or anything!

One of the tunes that touched  me the most was about swimming across the river and thinking you are going to drown.  Suddenly you look around and there are a lot of other people swimming with you.

I learned this past week that music CAN bring people together.  I was not prepared to experience all the wisdom about life in the tunes we heard.  They gave us hope and told us that we are not alone!  We are so happy to welcome folk music into our lives again!

As one bumper sticker shouts!  “Sing Truth!”  (Whatever that means?)

The Wardens took me back to the days of Gene Autry!

The Wardens took me back to the days of Gene Autry and the cowboys I loved!

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St. Croix Chronicles. Tom and Marla in a Ford Fiesta!

Visit St. Croix and You Won’t Want To Leave!

The East End of St. Croix. It is so peaceful!

The East End of St. Croix. It is so peaceful!

Gentle breezes follow you everywhere. Shades of blue oceans cool your mind and soul. Visitors stare at the iridescent waters as if they have been drugged by the gods of the sea. Divers and snorkelers dot the beaches like visitors from outer space. Free-range Roosters heckle you.

Snorkeling Advice from Tom.

Snorkeling at Buck Island!

Snorkeling at Buck Island!

“The guidebooks recommended to snorkel the pier at Fredriksted, but I was sceptical and wrong. The types and colors of coral were amazing. There were more colors than I have ever seen anywhere else. The water here is extremely calm and the fish are also abundant. I was treated to a visit by a friendly turtle and a Barracuda. It is the best snorkeling on the island and about $75 less than Buck Island tour. (Buck Island trip is worth the $75.) Make reservations to go to Buck Island during high season.”

More on the Creatures.

They were everywhere!

They were everywhere!

Tiny Geckos crawl under and around your feet and up the walls, and if you are unlucky a crab will attach itself to your leg. I didn’t even feel it. Mosquitos and sand fleas feed on you. I think they love the smell of “Off.” While dining at the Avocado Pit in Christiansted on the pier (such a lovely sight), a huge bird flew at me and landed one inch away from my plate with its beak in my face. It scared me and I jumped and wouldn’t you know, I strained my back and side. Dern bird!


This is at Rhythms north of Fredriksted.

This is at Rhythms north of Fredriksted.

At outdoor restaurants (and most are outdoors) birds, cats, and sometimes dogs feast on your crumbs. The earth moves around you whenever you sit–crabs that look like rocks–keep moving and moving and moving. The restrooms on Buck Island have been taken over by huge crabs! And I mean huge!

The crabs are placed in the middle of this circle and the first one to crawl over it wins.

The crabs are placed in the middle of this circle and the first one to crawl over it wins.

Here is a closeup of some of the crabs with names on them!

Here is a closeup of some of the crabs with names on them!

Have you ever been to a crab race? Last night Tom’s crab named “Chuck” (named for our deceased Charlie) came in first and he won $25. The races were awesome with people screaming for their crab. Betting on dogs or horses is nothing like betting on a crab!

The Locals.

People talk to you in St. Croix if you are on the beach, at your table in a restaurant, on the street, coming out of the water, on a catamaran, standing next to a sign in front of the fort in Christiansted, you name it, they talk to you. We met some wonderful people. Brenda and Harry took care of us on the beach at our hotel and recommended restaurants like Cheeseburgers in the East End and Rhythms in Fredriksted.

Take a look on google and read about the devastation of this hurricane!

Take a look on google and read about the devastation of this hurricane!

A waitress at a Maria’s Cantina gave us the lowdown on what it was like on the island during Hurricane Hugo in 1989. Ninety percent of the homes were destroyed. Prisoners escaped. All the stores were looted. They had no electricity or water for months. The National Guard and others came to “save” the people. We talked to another person who said that he and his daughter survived the storm.

None of the photos of them dancing are clear. At the end they took a bow!

None of the photos of the dancing are clear. At the end they took a bow!

Probably the most unusual people experience we had was watching the locals perform the quadrille. The dancing was fabulous and Tom joined them.

They dance and jump and carry-on on stilts!

The Moko-jumbie dance and jump and carry-on on stilts!

Another treat was learning about the sky-high Moko-jumbie dancers that go back to the times of slaves.

Island Fever?

We met a fella in his fifties who had sold his business and was just traveling around from island to country to island. He was going to move to Maui but it bored him. His home is in New Mexico and he might go home soon. While on the island, he got a job at Home Depot. He said that no one really talked to him.

This wanderer looked like a small monster from a horror movie. He had bleached his hair bright blonde and had it pulled back under a Green Bay Packards Visor (not his team). His beard was also gathered together with a rubber band. He was tattooed til’ the cows come home. The sleeves of the flowered party shirt he was wearing had been torn off and he only used one button of the shirt. His body was pierced and he was wearing lots of jewelry. I guess he did not understand that people were afraid to talk with him? I asked him why he was just traveling around and he said he did not really know why? He was just doing it! And he was trying to stay away from younger folks! Huh?

Should we move to St. Croix?

The boardwalk in Christiansted that we loved!

The boardwalk in Christiansted that we loved!

We met other people who shared their condo stories with us. Two of them told us where we could purchase very nice condos for $60K. We could hardly believe the stories. We spun around several condo communities planted on beaches. A savvy real estate person showed us two very nice properties right on the ocean with a view to die for. They were $139 and a penthouse for $189 with towering wood ceilings. So if you want a beach front condo, St. Croix is the place for you!

Capturing St. Croix is a pretty tall assignment.

Drenched on Buck Island!

Drenched on Buck Island!

I did not want this blog to sound as if it came from Frommers! And I did not want to fill it full of the things I really enjoy like architecture, history, and culture!  Four hundred photos would not fit in this post!

Some day, if you haven’t already, make a trek to St. Croix and experience the peaceful lifestyles. There is so much more than crystal blue waters, good food, and a beach waiting for you.

There is a whole island of lovely people!


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Sunshine, Happy People, and St. Croix

Another Paradise Adventure!

Tom took this while sitting on the porch to #10 room at Tamarind.

Tom took this while sitting on the porch to #10 room at Tamarind.

Under cover of darkness Tom and I ventured from Henry E. Rohlsen Airport to our #10 room at the Tamarind Reef Hotel and Spa.  What is amazing is that I was driving on the left hand side of the road.  Did anyone hear any screams?

We visited Point Udall on our second day. Magnificent!

We visited Point Udall on our second day. Magnificent!

Does anyone want one of these?

Does anyone want one of these?

We snarled our way through crooked roads, stopping at Sunny Shopping Center for bottled water, and then headed East toward Point Udall, the most furtherest point in the U.S.A.  It was so dark.

On highway 82 East End.

On highway 82 East End.

Tom was navigating but we missed our turnoff.  Nuvi was telling us to make a U-Turn.  What?  A U-Turn in the middle of darkness on a road as big as our driveway?  We finally made it and feasted on spaghetti and meatballs and Mahi-Mahi.  Then we fell into bed!

Uh oh! Here we are! We begged a passerby to take our pic!

Uh oh! Here we are! We begged a passerby to take our pic!










So clean!

So clean!

We will keep you posted as we investigate the island.  Oh,  Tom is sitting next to me learning how to play the harmonica!  What next?

On our way to “Paradise” St. Croix, we stopped in Miami to change planes. Here we discovered our first doggie bathroom. It was cleaner than the Ladies Restroom.
This evening we snaked our way Christiansted to view the Christmas Boat parade and hear Bob Marley music. What else is there in life? There were thousands and thousands of people with music blasting and Santas dancing everywhere. I took several pics and many videos but I don’t want to fill up your box. So here is a YOUTUBE video you might enjoy! Just click on the previous “YOUTUBE.”

I stumbled into this guy!

I stumbled into this guy!

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Igor and the Red Elvises are the Best Party in Town!

Our Favorite Band.  Igor and the Red Elvises

Post-election we had the opportunity to hear our favorite band at Knucklehead’s in Kansas City.  It was a rocking night!

unnamedIgor Yuzov is not only a gifted writer, composer, singer, guitar player, and dancer, but he is also a great entertainer.  “Are you having fun?” is one of the lines he uses during the gig.  He revs up the audience with hand-wringing and waving.  The audience sings the lyrics to his tunes while spawning a smile as wide as Texas.  One of my favorites is, “I am a closet disco-dancer.”  (To hear the tune click on the previous link and wait for a few seconds to when he starts singing the lyrics.  You can find his CD’s on Amazon and iTunes.)

There have been many Red Elvises over the years.  Current talented band members include returning Sarah Johnson (on Sax and more), Jasmin Guevara (Hot and burning drums), Summer Sandoval (Balalaika), and Tim Hayn (Trumpet and keyboard).

This is Igor in one of his silk suits!

This is Igor in one of his silk suits!

Igor tours the United States with this group and then hooks up with other band members in the Soviet Union and other parts of the world.  When he is not touring, he spends his time on the beaches of Thailand.  All of his stage outfits are silk and handmade in Thailand.

I have been fortunate to have interviewed Igor for several months (mostly on the phone) and to have produced a biography of his life and talent.  It took a little convincing but Igor finally agreed to the book.  His son and others helped with the photographs that go back to his early life in the Ukraine when he was a teenager.

There is a Kindle and color version also!

There is a Kindle and color version also!

Born in Germany, raised in the Ukraine, and schooled in Moscow, Igor came to the United States after the dissolution of the Soviet Union. He played his guitar and sang on the streets in California, while helping other Russians find their way to the United States. His musical roots reach back to the band “Limpopo” in Moscow which he carried across the pond with him. After tremendous success as a Russian cultural band, Igor had a dream that he should begin playing Rock ‘n Roll and sing in English. Elvis came to him and gave him the name of the “Red Elvises.”

The music that was born out of this transformation is tremendous. The Red Elvises have been described as rockabilly, rock ‘n’ roll, avante’ guard, and so much more. Igor brings to the stage a mixture of central European ethnic music and melts it together with sounds he has heard from all over the world.

dscf2540Your first concert will send you flying into the air, because you will want to dance. Dressed in outrageous costumes, Igor and the Red Elvises, encourage their audiences to be just as outrageous. And they are! It is the best party in town. His lyrics mimic many great Russian poets and prose writers. In a way, he has tried to bring his own culture to English speaking people.

Find them.  Take the journey that will certainly take you into outer space, or at least, to Thailand!  Here is their schedule!

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Remembering the Veterans of the Vietnam War at the Truman Library

No Songs were Sung in this War

Here is the lecturer. He was a "journalist" for the military in Vietnam in 1970.

Here is the lecturer. He was a “journalist” for the military in Vietnam in 1970.

Yesterday we attended a lecture by Doug Bradley at the Truman Library on the topic of music and Vietnam, “We Gotta Get Out of This place!”

Before the lecture we toured the library again. The exhibits are stellar and change often. We stopped by a replica of Harry Truman’s oval office. It seemed pretty drab to me after visiting Clinton’s, Eisenhower’s, and Carter’s offices. There were scores of ashtrays on his desk and the walls were filled with paintings of war heroes and bi-planes. The carpet was a drab green.

This was Truman's office. Where are the sofas?

This was Truman’s office. Where are the sofas?

Bill Clinton's office is spectacular compared with Truman's!

Bill Clinton’s office is spectacular compared with Truman’s!

The library reminded us of Truman’s decision to drop the bomb on Japan and the horrid mess that Europe and the U.S.A. was left with after the war. It seemed as if our country was excellent at fighting wars but not so good at helping soldiers back to a normal life.

The man!

The man!

We were prepared for an entertaining lecture about music during the days of the Vietnam War (1954-1975). What we heard were heart-wrenching stories about military personnel who survived or did not survive and the music they cherished.  Most of the tunes were vaguely familiar to me but never on my playlist. Many songs were hard rock.

My best remembrance of Vietnam was when all deferments were taken away. Many boys in my college classes were torn away from their studies and never returned. So many thousand soldiers were killed that the war decimated males in my age-bracket. There were the Kent State shootings in the news,  and the “I’m fixin’ to die rag,” that everyone sang.

Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He’s got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

LBJ convinced Congress to surcharge all of us 10% of our wages to fund the war. (What a mistake!) It was a horrible time to live because you just did not know what was going to happen to you or your relatives. And I had two brothers.  (Over 200,000 people from the US were killed and about 1.4 million locals in Cambodia and Vietnam.)

And while I lived through the Vietnam War, I tried to ignore it. Protests were going on all over the place but not on my campus. I always wondered how those other college-age students had time or money to go to the music fests and protests. I was working three part-time jobs during the school year and two full-time jobs in the summer to pay for my education. I was afraid that I would never make it through college.  I was afraid for my future.

Back then, there were no loans for students. If you wanted to become a teacher, you could borrow a few dollars. I had been offered a full-ride with a work-study job at Michigan State University, but I turned it down in favor of a small liberal arts college. My dad thought I was “nuts.” Maybe I was. I was a strong 17 year old that wanted to make her own decisions so I chose against the advice of my wise father.

The lecturer brought tears to our eyes as he told the stories of both male and female soldiers. The music they loved was inconsequential to their own experiences. We were surprised at the stories of females. Sister Sergeant works in Racine, Wisconsin now. Her parents wanted her to become a nun but she ran off to discover Vietnam and survived. Then she became a nun.  She counsels Vietnam Vets today.

Here's the book!

Here’s the book!

Then there was the story of soldier who lost his legs. He was so handsome sitting in his wheelchair and he had made a life for himself. Years later, suffering from Post Traumatic Stress, he committed suicide. You can read about many, many people in the book We Gotta’ Get Out of This Place.  The title of the book was taken from a tune by the Animals by the same name.  Here are a few lyrics!

We gotta get out of this place
If it’s the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there’s a better life for me and you
Somewhere baby, somehow I know it

We gotta get out of this place
If it’s the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there’s a better life for me and you
Believe me baby
I know it baby
You know it too

And so we remember the brave people we call Veterans on November 11.   No words can capture or describe their service. We are safe because they gave up all hopes of being safe.  

Wish we could call them up and tell them how much we appreciate them!!

Did we really use these phones?

Did we really use these phones?

Some day I may tell you the story about my cousin, now 72, who survived Vietnam, Agent Orange,  and the blinding daily images of his tour when he returned to an America that despised his sacrifices.

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Adventure at Home. Fort Leavenworth, Kansas!!!

A One-Hour Drive!!!

Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas is about one hour away from our home. We have passed by it several times but never stopped. Today Tom and I, with Groupon in hand, headed for the Trails West Golf Course at Ft. Leavenworth. We had been warned to bring our Passports!

Notice the jail-like building to the right!

Notice the jail-like building to the right!


Before we could find our way to Trails West, we needed to be processed at the Visitor’s Center. The Visitor’s Center looks like a small non-descript jail. It has very small windows and there was only one entrance and exit. I kept thinking that we were entering another country. And truly, the experience was like going through immigration in a foreign country.

Waiting for our turn to be processed!

Waiting for our turn to be processed!

We signed in with our Driver’s License (They don’t take Missouri Licenses as proof of citizenship. But we had to have them anyway.) and Passport. We waited.

I was processed by a handsome soldier who looked bored. He commented that I had been to Cambodia, Vietnam, and Korea. “Wow!” I explained that we had visited a lot of countries. I asked him where he was from., “Leavenworth.” That is lucky, I said. He was not amused. He had been trying to get out of Leavenworth. He wanted to be fighting a war and protecting his friends. I suspected that he had other skills. “Yes, I am trained in IT.” That made sense as to why he was assigned a desk job.

We talked about war. “I can shoot 40 of 40 perfectly.” I did not know what that meant, but assumed he was a great marksmen. He wanted to be in the action. I told him about Maimonides who encouraged oppressed Jews to live, not die, for their religious beliefs. As I recall he said, “Recite Allah and Live,” which meant that it was preferable to submit to Muslim domination in Spain if it would save your life. Of course not all Jews agreed with him.

The soldier was very strong. “I won’t die. I will save other soldiers.” I said, what about your back and side and beneath your feet? How can you control that? War is more than shooting. I asked him how old he was. “Thirty-two.” Then we talked about the great benefits of being in the military and it was time to leave. He hand-wrote out my one-day pass, and I left.

Hug that tree!

Hug that tree!

Trails West Golf Course was deserted. We only saw a few other people. The gorgeous four hundred year old trees kept company with us. I was so enthralled with the trees that I did not see the military cemetery on number two hole. As we approached number five, I was startled by the thousands of white headstones across the street and up the hill. You could almost hear the voices of all of those service men and women and their families.

The tears of angels.

Angels are still shedding tears.

We visited the cemetery after we golfed. The inscriptions on the headstones tell a heroic story about people who gave their lives in protecting the Western front, the Civil War, Spanish-American War, WW I and II, the Korean War, the Persian Gulf War, and so much more. Wives and children are buried along with servicemen and women. There were a number of unknown soldier graves too!

Here's one from the Spanish American War!

Here’s one from the Spanish American War!

People in the military might not be recognized during their lifetime, but here in this cemetery, they are memorialized and protected forever–or at least as long as Ft. Leavenworth owns the property.

I thought of the soldier who processed me. This is where he will be buried some day, perhaps. And I thought of Mother Jones who said, “Pray for the dead, but fight like hell for the living.” I understood his zeal for fighting an enemy and protecting his fellow soldiers.

Certainly many of these homes were built around the middle of the 19th century?

Certainly many of these homes were built around the middle of the 19th century?

Ft. Leavenworth is a gorgeous military base with homes and buildings that date back to the 19th century and earlier.

These must be the quarters for soldiers?

These must be the quarters for soldiers?

Once we passed through the gates, it was a welcoming place. We did not have time to visit the museum, but we will return. On the way out of the 5,600 acre fort with 1,000 buildings and 1500 quarters, we stopped at the Buffalo Soldier Memorial/Monument.



What dedication! I think I would hide my pistol in my saddle and leave!

What dedication! I think I would hide my pistol in my saddle and leave!

Buffalo Soldier Monument

Buffalo Soldier Monument

Tom and I had discovered the African-American or Black Calvary years ago in sites we visited in Kansas. (Just google “Buffalo Soldier Memorials” and be astonished!) Most recently we learned that they were stationed in Skagway, Alaska in order to keep the peace during the Gold Rush. Dedicated by Colin Powell, the Buffalo Soldier Monument was stunning. It captures the dedication of men and women (yes, at least one) and their zest to protect our country. Most of us were never taught that the first responders in the Western expansion were Buffalo Soldiers, and I don’t recall any “Cowboy or Indian” movies with black soldiers!

Today was a rich cultural experience. We learned to appreciate our military and its history even more than we did — before — our golfing experience.

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The Last Dance of the Season

Here he is. Standing so tall and handsome!

Here he is. Standing so tall and handsome!

On the last leg(dance) of our trip, we met the real Jolly Green Giant at almost 56 feet tall.  He resides in Blue Earth, Minnesota.  Who wouldn’t want to live in a town named “Blue Earth?”  There is a great story about how he was created as a marketing scheme.  And while the Green Giant looks out over I90 expressway, the Green Giant canning plant is no longer!  Check out the story here!


Can you see me right at his feet?


Lonely campers in a field.

One of the most bizarre places we stayed (For $10 a night!) was at a Shady Oaks County Fairgrounds.  No one greeted us at the entrance.  Finally a woman came out and said that we could camp anywhere we wanted.  We drove around the place (with treacherous trees) and could not figure out where to park.  There were no designated spots.  We called the woman and she led us to a field and said, “Camp anywhere here!”  We thought the motorhome would sink into the dirt, but it did not.  We parked under a tree.  No one else was camping anywhere near us.  At the far end of the fairgrounds there were a couple of permanent campers, but no one else.

The next day we hiked around the old forgotten place and discovered that someone had recreated buildings from the 19th century.  One of them said it was from Missouri.  Take a look!

1839 Building.

1839 Building.

What was the name of the seminary?

What was the name of the seminary?

We took many refreshing hikes (dances)  during our last journey.  Would you like to dance with us?

Let's go down to the St. Croix River!

Let’s go down to the St. Croix River!

Walk with us around the campground!

Walk with us around the campground!

Remember First Nations people who owned Lake Superior.  This is a mural at the Visitor's Center!

Remember First Nations people who owned Lake Superior. This is a mural at the Visitor’s Center!

This river is not for tubing.

This river is not for tubing!





In Cable, Wisconsin, I found the pickup truck of my dreams!


We will back — dancing soon!

Talk to you then!


As always this post is copyrighted by Marla J. Selvidge!

In the preview, the images are many spaces apart and I cannot fix this problem.  My apologies!


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