I Hold These Truths...

The old adage about not discussing religion or politics usually holds good for me unless I am with family or close friends. My Mom has always loved politics and has been a good example of an enlightened woman who grew up dealing with the male bias in the workplace. She believed(s) in being well informed about what is truly going on the world, not trusting in one source but seeking the answers and listening to your heart as well as your head.

In listening to my heart, I am personally aghast at what the Bush administration has done and is doing to our republic. This election is a turning point in the history of our country and the world. Watching Bill Moyers last night, I was struck by how real conservatives are puzzled and dismayed by what Bush, Cheney, et al, have done to the beliefs and values that they hold dear. There is nothing compassionate or conservative about the current administration for more reasons than I care to list. Not that I am a conservative...I am an artist, after all! I value most of all my personal rights as a individual in the greatest democracy of modern times. Under the guise of fear, those rights are being threatened, under the guise of morality, those rights are under assault and I am greatly saddened by the disinformation that has been fed to the populace in these last four years.

I am going to vote on Tuesday and can assure you that I will use my heart as well as my head. I just hope that others will do the same...

Octoberfest and Dad fest

As many of you that read my journal know, Ruidoso, New Mexico is one of my favorite destinations. It is in the Land of Enchantment after all and that is no understatement. Fall is my favorite time of year in the mountains, the air is cool with the promise of winter, the aspens are golden and Mount Sierra Blanca is a patchwork quilt of greens, reds and yellows. The Ruidoso Octoberfest is a small show that I do mostly because it is so much fun and not that it is a big money maker. This year is no exception, it is fun and I manage to make more gravy than the past few years due to the fact that the regulars that attend the show are starting to look for our booth. The Ruidoso Civic Center is a nice venue too, not too large and in a beautiful spot next to the Links golf course and a great view of Mt. Baldy (the locals affectionate name for Sierra Blanca). Needless to say, Jan and I had a wonderful weekend with beer, food and a continuous party and at night a safe haven at our dear friends John and Robyns' house. The show only runs Friday night and all day and until the wee hours of Saturday so after packing the tent, we had Sunday off and decided to take the back road from Ruidoso to Cloudcroft and then down to High Rolls to check out the Apple Festival. This road runs through the Mescalero Apache Reservation and the little farms and ranches along the way. The early morning sun lit up the patches of aspens with a yellow so bright you could hardly bear the beauty, it was so intense. We enjoyed visiting with other vendors at the Apple Festival, our friend Cactus Mary was there with her husband David and quite a few of the other gypsies that we do shows with. After a nice stroll through the junipers we headed on home to our guys and a nice evening and best of all, our own beds!

Today is a momentous day...my Dad's 84th birthday. He is a man that I have measured all other men by and that is not an easy thing to live up to (just ask Cecil!). His life has been one of many adventures and because he choose to write them all down in a voluminous journal, Dad's history is something I will always have and treasure. In his eighty four years he has seen and done many things; the youngest Chief Petty Officer in the Navy at the time, he was there at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed; he is a recipient of a Purple Heart; he played in a Dixieland Jazz Band (he could play any tune on his piano just by hearing it); he learned to clown around and he and my Mom spent a great deal of time as Sugar and Spicey visiting sick kids in the hospital and old folks in rest homes; he could do magic and slight of hand; he made his first grandchild's cradle, rocking horse and wooden toys for both the boys. All his life he has not only been creative but a man of his word, a man of honor, and the best example a child could have of a parent. I give him all the credit for any wisdom that I have garnered in this life. We have a special bond and I am justly proud to have been raised by such a man. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD, I LOVE YOU!!!



Dad and Nathan, Summer of 1984, Ruidoso, New Mexico

Ruidoso Aspenfest

Clouds hang low over the distant Sierra Blanca as the truck starts the long climb through the Hondo Valley and through Mescalero towards Ruidoso, New Mexico. It is the monsoon season in the Chihuahuan desert and Ponderosa pine islands that surround the Tularosa basin. The Sacramento mountains are the deep greens of juniper, pinons, pines and firs on one side of the basin and purple and blues spires of granite of the Organ mountains on the other. A long sliver of pure white of the gypsum sands ribbons the valley below as the little chevy pickup leaves the valley floor for the shades of green of the mountains to my right. 'Monsoon' is actually a misnomer for it is not the monsoons of India that one would think of, rather an afternoon shower each day, sometimes a downpour with pea-sized hail on rare occasions and then clearing in the evening. That is our 'monsoon' where the hurricanes and storms roll up from the Baja and bless the mountains with precious rain.

The oppressive heat of the desert gives way quickly to the crisp, cool mountain air and I roll down the window of my truck to take a hit, inhaling the piney wet soup. Ahhhhh!!! There is really nothing like mountain air to refresh the soul. As we pull into Ruidoso we soon notice the vintage cars and trucks that come to the village for the Aspenfest. The high school and locals put on a parade, chili cook-off and arts and crafts fair to celebrate the turning of the leaves. This year the leaves of the aspens and oaks that dot the base of Sierra Blanca are just turning sodden and dropping without the usual show. That's alrighty with me, it means the rain is abundant this year and the drought stressed ponderosas can fight off the pine beetle infestation that has been the bane lately in their long lives. I hope for good weather for the weekend and our show but I never curse the rain for I know how dear it is in my beloved forest.

Coming up on Thursday gives us time for defragging before set-up and a bit of porch sitting that evening, margaritas in hand kindly whipped up by our hostess Robyn. Friday morning we have time for a few errands and some visiting in town before we have to hoist the tent. I am determined to find the 20 gauge copper wire that has eluded me in Phar Lepht. Lowes doesn't have it, none of the big home supply stores have it and they look at me like I was from Jupiter when I ask about it. Here in Ruidoso is my favorite of all hardware stores, Village Hardware, where the men are downright friendly and the little place is crammed with cool tools, wildlife supplies for the garden and lots of wire! They have copper, brass and galvanized in all gauges, including the elusive 20 that I need for my copper rings and suncatchers. I buy three big rolls and am a happy camper (and I spent less than 6 bucks!)

Then we head downtown (that sounds so big in this little village peppered with galleries, gift shops and the like) to visit with Robyn in her new job at a leather goods store. Being a cowgirl at heart, I love the tooled and smooth leather goods, purses (bags!), belts, wallets...you name it. I especially love a zippered day book, whose three-ringed insides include a calendar, room for addresses and the all important lists I have to make to keep me on track. The cover is tooled in oak leaves and acorns and is a rich brown. It is a little 'pricey' for me even with Robyn's employee discount so I reluctantly leave it behind...besides, I have one that I use for all the shows but it doesn't compare to this little jewel.

The tent set-up goes smoothly. This whole show always goes smoothly and is well run by Bonnie and her troop of little gymnasts that use the vendor fees to fund the programs for the kids. Bonnie is all business, friendly business, and makes sure we are happy and in the place we want to be. Jan, my pard, and I have the same spot year after year as do many of the tent show gypsies that do the circuit. We meet and greet each other warmly, we are a tribe and see each other each weekend of the long show season...

Saturday starts out beautiful, the air is cool, almost cold, with the evenings rain and you can't beat free donuts and coffee for the vendors to start the day. The crowds are aplenty and Jan has a super day. I have a fair to middlin' day but the atmosphere more than makes up for it. It turned cold and rainy in the afternoon and we are glad to have our layers of clothing on. Sunday is gorgeous all day, with a few cloudy moments in the pristine skies above the branches of the pines that shelter us. I do better on Sunday which is unusual because Saturdays are consistently better in this business but not this time, not for me. One of the greatest benefits of doing these shows is the people you meet. The couple that moved here from back east, he from Ohio, her originally from Germany (makes me think of Anemone, my pal from the Black Forest) and their talk of the persistent elk that is eating the geraniums in their yard. Many folks have moved to Ruidoso from far and close and love the weather (no hurricanes, tornados, volcano's, earthquakes!), the beautiful scenery, and warm, friendly people in the village. Bartering is the order of the day for the tent show gypsies, (which makes me think of judih and the kibbutz in Israel.) I score some great stuff, pottery, a crocheted boa of multi-colors for myself, a soy candle, all gifts for my loved ones for the holidays and all for stuff I made myself. Cool!

Sunday evening, after packing up our display and tent, we head over to Weber's Grill for some good eats with Robyn (thanks for helping us break down!), Cactus Mary (she had a great time and made some new natural soap converts!) and a last goodbye before heading off into the darkening forest for home. After dropping Jan off at her house, I head home to my boys who are always glad to see me. Nathan greets me at the door with a big hug, Cecil with a big smack...I am home again, for a few days, until the next show and the road beckons...this time of year, I don't even bother to unpack the truck except for my clothes and stuff. This week will be spent in the studio with Cecil helping me make more adornments... it will be another busy week. Stay tuned...



Rain shrouded forest near Lake Bonito, Ruidoso, New Mexico. Photo: Cecil B. Lee, Fall 2001