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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Remarkable Old Homes Given TLC by Their Current Owners

Along Highway 287 I saw groves of trees under which, 3m said, camels find refuge from the sun.
Joan gives us instructions once we reach the town of Electra. I like this picture because it shows Joan and the background old buildings of a town built by wealthy oil revenue in the 20s.
Janice owns an antique shop in Electra and an interesting home built decades ago by the Ginnings family, then renovated, she told us, on a shoe string, admirably.
W.T. Waggoner, Jr.'s wedding gift from his father, a home built in 1922 along Highway 25 in Electra.
The current owners graciously allowed the Heritage Society members a tour of their home.
But members were not allowed upstairs and twine was placed to enforce this rule. I thought it made a beautiful photograph.
Another resident of Electra allowed a tour of her home (since the 70s). We had wine and chocolate while we admired the old home.
Susan Attebury Smith, resident artist, Electra, Texas.
I could not resist standing still in the middle of the street in Electra long enough to take the picture below. The truck in the background had a loud diesel engine, and made its way toward me. In the photo below it doesn't look as daunting.
While I've photographed and admired the old theatre in Electra from the outside, finally I had the opportunity to step inside. The floor is new, made of concrete and to last several lifetimes; but there is still much work to do: Please donate.
The marker commemorates the theatre's historical significance.



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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.