I am a Texas girl, born and raised. I really never imagined that I would leave Texas. I lived my early years on a dairy farm in a little Texas town with a grocery, a gas station, a few houses and a post office.
My great-grandmother had chickens and a small garden on the farm. We had fresh milk and butter and a wonderful life as I recall. She did a lot of work and was busy from dawn till dark, and I always remember the healthy, abundant food and her singing her way through the day. Ever since then, I wanted to go back to that lifestyle, a simple life, good food, good work and a community of people who cared for and about each other.
I spent most of the last 30 years of my life in the field of communication in one form or another. In 2014, soon after my husband died, I experienced a severe brain trauma that changed everything. The brain bleed in the Broca (the area of the brain that controls communication) altered my ability to speak, read, write and process the written word. These life-altering events caused me to examine my life very carefully.
I realized a few important things during this time. I was lucky to be alive. Our perception of the time we have to do things in our life is an illusion. Our life can be altered drastically in the blink of an eye. Life is so very precious. I went in search of a small town, where I could grow my own food and retire peacefully.
My daughter drove me back and forth across the west, searching for just the right combination of land, small town living, and people. After many months I found Walsenburg. When I came here, I knew I had found my new home. This country is breathtakingly beautiful, and the people here are strong, independent, resilient and kind. It took me a few more months to find a place that could house my entire family.
Walsenburg has a rich history and my intent is to learn all I can, and contribute all I can for as long as I am able. Thank you, I am honored to call Walsenburg home.