Posted on 11/24/2021 7:03:13 AM PST by mairdie
When I searched for out of copyright postcards for illustrating these articles (I never got past the Little Golden Books period), most of the postcards were from those types of locations. Fascinating theory.
Near which homeless encampments?
Also the Chinese, no Irish!
And I thought chickens running around Key West was weird...
The plough?
Jethro Tull* would be pleased, but wasn't the key invention the horse collar that kept the harness from choking the horse's windpipe every time it pulled?
*Not that Jethro Tull, the other one, the English agriculturist from Berkshire...
You have just completely ruined the image I created in my mind after reading grandfather’s enthusiasms of the magnificent beauty of the Truckee river being in the center of Reno. Just like when I spent the year researching the newspapers of late 18th/early 19th century and living in a time when George Washington was spoken of in the present tense, I’ve just spent months living in a time when the west was still unspoiled and the people were proud of their country. I will now ignore you and return to that time.
Guns, Germs and Steel by Jared Diamond is a good primer on these sorts of ‘connections’ between primitive technology and modernism.
There’s a lot of “key ingredients” to the advance of human civilization. Anything that drastically reduced effort while increasing output made for massive leaps.
There are still vast stretches that are nearly pristine. Just not in most of the urban stretch of the river. The magnificently beautiful stretch downtown still has magnificent beauty. The river walk is wonderful. That section gets a lot of extra attention from the Reno PD. For some reason the homeless don’t much like attention...
Should you ever be in Reno, I’d be happy to buy you a cuppa at Hub Coffee and we can look out over a stretch of the river while sipping.
YES! ↑↑THIS!↑↑
“Speaking of burros, wild burros are allowed to roam the streets of Oatman, Arizona. Of course they may not be all that wild with all the loving attention they get.”
Lived there for awhile and you are right. The “Tourist Burros” are rude and sometimes mean and demanding because they have no fear of humans. And it is a sad state of health for them. These in town are unhealthy and scruffy compared to the wild ones who don’t come into town because of the crap they are being fed by tourists. The wild Burros are toned, sleek, and shiny. Much healthier than the Tourist Burros from grazing what they should be grazing.
They are all over in the desert between bullhead city oatman and golden valley.
I was in bed listening to them hee haw just outside my house
They are not bad eating either. When I was a kid they had a huge community Burro BBQ every year. On the ranch Grandma would shoot a couple a year and make jerky of the whole thing. Pretty good stuff.
We had three Burros back in the eighties/nineties along with our horses. Fun, loving animals. So much fun to play with them, and just be entertained by their antics.
They love you to pet them, and whisper in their ears. They love to play, and run. So much love.
I’m in a great place,
Thank You!
.
Old Mines,
Great People and
Fresh Air are my
Daily Diet.
I fear I’ll only be there in imagination and by phone. Not the world for traveling for oldsters like my husband and I. But, oh, how I wish I could go. Researching from afar is hard.
In the “old days” of the Henry Livingston research, I drove through the country finding obscure research institutions. Today it’s the phone.
A wonderful lady in your area inherited a packet of Jack Bell’s papers and photographs from her father-in-law and searched the internet to find me and then sent them all to me. Frustrating was a bunch of photos that I, at first, thought looked like a very changed, older Jack Bell. I’m now thinking they look like the Reno sheriff whose photo was in an article about the new gambling rules that Jack Bell wrote. The man was wearing a Reno badge, and Jack was a Verdi deputy sheriff. There’s only one older photo of Jack Bell beside Jack Dempsey, a friend of both Jack and the sheriff, and Jack there looks nothing like the photos the woman sent.
But the coffee sounds great!
That was an incredible read and, I daresay, the most sweet thing I have read in a long time. Really makes you question what we as individuals and as a society take for granted. Your grandfather sounded like a very interesting man.
Thank you for sharing.
I’m in a tiny Massachusetts town filled with Republicans. Heaven. Used to commute 180 miles to work just to keep living among the wonderful people here. The boy who mows our lawn is the nephew of the baby I watched grow up in the crib in the hardware store.
He certainly lived and loved passionately. But that life was not for the squeamish. One story describes how magpies pick at the sores on a burro’s back and can kill the animal. So explosives inserted into the captured bird’s mouth, and the bird sent back to the tree with the flock seemed to solve the problem for him. YUCK!!!!!!!
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