Monday, September 01, 2008
Edgewood, New Mexico
Edgewood, New Mexico is a rather new and unusual town with a few businesses located along I-40 and old Route 66, others scattered along state highway 344 north, and homes with spacious acreage as far as the eye can see. Country schools and churches abound, and a small airport has residential property near the landing strip, each house with its own attached hangar. Besides a community center which includes a skate part for kids, a comfortable senior center offers daily lunches and an interesting variety of activities. A medical clinic, library and other necessities ensure enough independence from the nearby city of Albuquerque to promote a feeling of peace and harmony in the close-knit community.
The latest addition to local fun was an impressive Saturday parade down a mile or so of highway 344, ending at the wildlife park for entertainment and food. Horses and tractors, old vehicles and marching bands combined for a short-lived spectacle and photo opportunities. One float carried a beautiful little filly recently rescued after an apparent attack by dogs immediately after birth, nursed back to health by a couple of girls who took turns feeding her every two hours, day and night. Being such a fighter, she was named Holly Holm, for a local boxing champion.
The best feature of the parade was my youngest son, Jay, driving his dad’s favorite toy, an old Farmall tractor with the shredder he uses to mow his two acres of grass and weeds, plus some for neighbors and friends. He also has a blade to take care of the neighborhood gravel road, especially handy in winter to remove snow, which makes him the most popular guy around.
For an old farm gal, the freedom of country living is one of the bonuses of old age. If this is a dream, don’t disturb my sleep!
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
cgtrent@att.net
The latest addition to local fun was an impressive Saturday parade down a mile or so of highway 344, ending at the wildlife park for entertainment and food. Horses and tractors, old vehicles and marching bands combined for a short-lived spectacle and photo opportunities. One float carried a beautiful little filly recently rescued after an apparent attack by dogs immediately after birth, nursed back to health by a couple of girls who took turns feeding her every two hours, day and night. Being such a fighter, she was named Holly Holm, for a local boxing champion.
The best feature of the parade was my youngest son, Jay, driving his dad’s favorite toy, an old Farmall tractor with the shredder he uses to mow his two acres of grass and weeds, plus some for neighbors and friends. He also has a blade to take care of the neighborhood gravel road, especially handy in winter to remove snow, which makes him the most popular guy around.
For an old farm gal, the freedom of country living is one of the bonuses of old age. If this is a dream, don’t disturb my sleep!
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
cgtrent@att.net
