SEPTEMBER 1967 - We rented a small adobe house on Alegre St. from an old cowboy named Les Langley - across our backyard fence was Rosario Cemetary. The babies were still in diapers and crawling and the only heat was with floor furnaces - a big challenge. Still a Chicago girl, I was homesick, very lonely and did not know where to begin. Trying to be helpful, a neighbor gave me a New Mexico Magazine - started to read while the children were napping. There was a photo of a Taos Pueblo drummer - got out my paints and copied the photo. We needed money and the painting sold for $75 which was a fortune to me. The wheels started spinning - maybe, just maybe this place - Santa Fe, New Mexico - was where I belonged all along..... I was just born in Chicago by accident!
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