Gotta tap out this posting quickly cuz in a few minutes, I'm off to the Hair Hut for Joyce's crochet needle, goop, plastic bag and scissors. Where DOES the time go? Seems like just yesterday, I was sitting down there gossiping while she gave me my bi-monthly new do. The mirror tells me, however, time has passed.
So, just some zappidy tidbits today. I just read in this morning's Spokesman how people shook their heads yesterday in Spokane as demolition crews started tearing down the huge and historic rookery building in downtown. It's gonna be a beautiful parking lot when it's all gone. I guess yesterday was an equally significant day here.
I just shook my head and thought of the memories of my early marriage and our family's Hereford cattle that grazed the hillsides while watching the heavy equipment bang away at the first house Bill and I ever lived in. We lived there for three years. It's gone this morning, only took a few hours to demolish it and burn it. Yesterday's fire wasn't nearly as spectacular as when they burned our Tibbs family home on North Boyer one night about three years ago.
The day before yesterday, they destroyed and decimated the milk house where Harold spent many hours a day puttering and snoozing for a couple of decades. (Well, how about that misplaced modifier, discovered upon later-morning viewing, after the zap session. No, Harold didn't snooze THAT long; in fact, we never referred to him as "Rip." Instead, he'd occasionally snooze on his cot up there during the two-plus decades that they owned the place. See how much fun language can be!) Of course, the barn took more time. It's been gone for a couple of weeks.
So far, those big beautiful spruce trees I transplanted more than 30 years ago are still standing proudly at the former Harney Dairy turned Upper Tibbs ranch. That's about all that's left of the old, except the memories.
Plenty of the new is appearing every day----piles of neatly packed bluish green pipe and a couple of dozen concrete septic tanks ready to occupy the ground for the new housing development soon to smother the hillside. Oh yeah, lots of piles of dirt. I'm getting to where I just take the dirt piles for granted these days in the neighborhood.
Bill wants the City to include in its public art plan (a percentage of proposed Urban Renewal beautification plan) a specific requirement---should another set of metal buildings eventually replace this farm of ours. He thinks they ought to paint a replica of our red barn on the side of one of the bigger metal buildings just to remind people what farms used to look like.
I went to the Urban Renewal "how-much-is-this-going-to-cost-the-taxpayer?" meeting last night and found out it was overbilled in the paper (the meeting, that is). It was simply part of a regular council/city staff meeting where a brief presentation with a bunch of spread sheets kept some people snoozing and others studying a book. It lasted for only about 20 minutes, and I saw only about four or five people attending besides staff and council members. So, not much to report there.
Gotta go feed those horses. I wonder if the artists would include Rambo and Casey when they paint the picture of the barn.
A zappidy wonderful day to you all.
1 comment:
I think you should continue to blog the "progress" (a.k.a. the obliteration of lifestyles, earth scenes, and town history to make a nice homogenous suburban landscape) that is happening in Sandpoint.(Arrghh.) Your writings would make quite a book about the personal aspects of "progress" in small-town America, something that just isn't recorded very often and that definitely isn't recorded in such heartfelt and readable style. You are recording a strange new chapter in Sandpoint history. Thanks for doing so!!!!! Hang in there!
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