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Looking for Arizona
Until March, 2004, that story was my only connection to The Grand Canyon State, except for a couple of quick trips passing through, on the interstates that tri-sect it, plus a short visit to see my parents when they returned to reside in Globe for a few months in the late ‘80’s.
My montage repeats its name a hundred times – each image a vivid memory, and an invitation to return soon. Enjoy! |
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It was February 14, 1928 in Phoenix, Arizona. Valentine’s Day, and the baby was quiet as the young mother walked a few blocks from the small, cramped, rented row house and stood at the edge of the desert, facing the distant mountains. Her husband was taking “the cure” at a nearby sanitarium.
My father was born a week later, and shortly after that, his father’s tuberculosis eased by the healing Arizona climate, the family returned to Missouri.
On St. Patrick’s Day, 2004, I completed five days of visits to all 15 Arizona counties – hardly just another Dutchman, lost in the wonder and beauty of the state, but rather a reverent discoverer and recorder of much that is the magic of this place.