Photo Albums

When we finished eating at the Red Barn, A.J. gave us directions to the Fort Bayard National Cemetery, which is several miles east of Silver City. But as we were leaving the Red Barn, A.J. asked George if he would like to go with us to the cemetery, and he said "ok." The cemetery is a miniature version of the one in Arlington with vast rows of white markers. But in one quiet corner there is a small rose garden, and there Aunt Mildred rests. We individually had our own private memories of Mildred as we looked at her marker. A few minutes later, Eva, Jim, and I said our good-byes to Uncle George, and he told me that he was very proud of my brother Steve. When I said I was going to send Steve some of the pictures I had been taking, George got a twinkle in his eye and said, "Tell Stevie that I'm not as dead as I look in those pictures." I nearly choked with silent laughter, and then it was time to go.

Our return drive to Texas was filled with pleasant memories and anecdotes. After we drove back through Las Cruces, we stopped at a scenic overlook and took a few pictures of the White Sands Missile Range. We spent the night in Artesia, and I recalled visiting Herman and Cleo, Frances and Fred there back in the very early 1950's. We got home Tuesday evening, and on Wednesday, I went over to Avis and Eva's house to drop off a copy of my DVD and to borrow Avis' scrapbook. While there, I took a photo of Avis, Carol, and Eva to share with you all.

-- Ken Fuchs, August 7, 2007