A day of not much to do, besides a pile of laundry. What I should probably do is walk the reservoir and go to the boat (skip the laundry?). I go with my mom to her hometown in Arizona next week, that’ll be a barrel of laughs. My mom can either be OK or really difficult, I spent all my vacation times with her one year. She was a stewardess in the late 50’s, she loves to travel. Unfortunately, I don’t want her to go by herself so I always go with her now. The good news is, she doesn’t go far, her Europe trips are over.
My mom is from Bisbee, AZ, it’s a small mining town that’s now a historical, artist town. Bisbee copper mines were the gold rush at one point, drawing people from all over for steady jobs. This would include both sets of my mom’s grandparents right around 1910. My grandfather was a copper miner, my grandma was a school teacher after the depression because women couldn’t work. My mom grew up with all of her first cousins, some right next door. That generation is almost gone, she goes “home” to say goodbye now, while she still can. She’s aware that they might be saying goodbye to her too.
My mom grew up in the boom of Bisbee, when the schools were good. She was the high school cheerleader, still in touch with a few of her surviving cheerleader friends. She went to University of Arizona, then became a stewardess until she got married. At that time, you had to quit when you got married in 1962.
The only reason I write about Bisbee right now is because I’ve been reading this book, “Back to Bisbee” written by someone who had lived there for a few years. It’s mostly about the plants and animals along the road so far, which I’m skipping over to get to the history part. I spent every summer in Bisbee with my grandparents, I loved it there. My best friends were my cousins as well, then when I got back to Manhattan Beach we’d be in a new house and a new school. The mines closed in 1976, even my cousins had to move for work. I’m just finding some of this stuff out now, I have cousins that ended up in Las Cruces where my son is.
There’s no current good book on Bisbee right now, that I’ve read anyway. The architecture and location are amazing, it’s a tourist town now. They interviewed me once on the news for the stair climb, briefly. It’s like a family album now, where you don’t know the people in the pictures anymore. It needs to be documented that my family existed there before we’re all gone.
The doldrums title is because I’ve been really upset over this whole border fiasco of separating children. Bisbee is a border town, so is Las Cruces really. I skirt the border to get from one town to another. We’re all immigrants, come to the US for a better life. Somewhere along the line, one of our descendants braved the immigration process. Supposedly, the first Edgington (my maiden name) was a 16 year old stow away on a ship from England in the 1750’s. My father in law was from Greece, he got stuck on Ellis Island for 6 mos at 18 years old. We seem to have no gratitude towards our family forefathers when it comes to this.
My great grandparents in Bisbee were from Poland, Germany, and Canada. Canada doesn’t sound too bad, except it was the wild west when they came. I’m just glad that at least Trump signed an executive order so the kids won’t be separated at the border…even though he’s the one who decided to do that in the first place. I’m scared for the future of the US, if it’s OK to rip families apart at the border – what’s next? Who thinks of that as a bargaining tool? A monster, that’s who.