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    This true story is a real testament to what one person can accomplish if so inspired. It's also a valuable insight into a culture many of us don't know much about and has been vilified by our past political administration. I highly recommend it for everyone. Greg Mortenson deserves to win the Nobel Peace Prize for his work. Please buy a copy, read it and pass it on so someone else can also learn from it. (****)

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January 08, 2009

Arizona in my blood

My parents were both from Tucson, born in the very early part of the 20th century.  They met there, married there, and lived there as they started their family.  My sister, Vicki, had such horrible asthma they were advised by their physician to move her to the coast for the moist air.  In 1943, they left their own families and friends behind and moved to Santa Barbara, where my brother was born the following year.  While I know they would never have done anything differently, there was, in retrospect, always the sadness of leaving Tucson hanging in the air in our home.LaPosadaEntrance

The promise of a better job moved them to the Los Angeles area after WWII.  I showed up a few years later, and I grew up listening to my parents' stories of the desert and all its magic and cruelties...the desert blooms in the spring, the clear skies (gone from L.A. by the mid-fifties), tales of Superstition Mountain and the Lost Dutchman mine, Arizona Highways Magazine, the horrid sand storms, flash floods, and the droughts that caused the ranchers' cattle to die in the desert.  I heard story upon story about Tucson, to the point that I felt I knew the town myself.  LaPosadaGreatRoom

From this comes my own love of the desert, and the Sonoran desert, in particular.  Maybe it's from my upbringing, maybe it's from the endless westerns I watched as a kid, or maybe it's because I always felt I was supposed to have grown up on a ranch.  Whatever it is, it's there, deeply ingrained in me.

Which brings me to one of my favorite places, where we stayed last night...the La Posada Hotel in Winslow, Arizona.  The last of the great Santa Fe Railway hotels designed by the  famous architect Mary Colter, the La Posada is thought to be the jewel in her crown, as it were.  Not only was she commissioned to design the hotel, unlike her previous jobs, with the La Posada she was in charge of the whole show...designing furnishings and landscape as well as the hotel.  Opening in 1930 during the Great Depression, economic prosperity somehow never came to be for this glorious property, although it did have a hay day of its own right.  It was, at one time, a busy hub for both railway passengers and coast to coast airplane flights (in the days when they still had to stop somewhere along the way to refuel).  The local airport was designed under the watchful eyes of Charles Lindberg, and everyone from famous Hollywood stars of the day to Howard Hughes to Albert Einstein stayed there.LaPosadaPaintedWindow

Alas...time wasn't so kind.  After the interstate was built and Route 66 was bypassed, the La Posada closed her doors for the last time in 1957.  In 1959, an auction was held to sell off all the glorious furnishings.  Then another sad thing happened...although certainly this story could have had a worse ending...the Santa Fe Railway decided to occupy the La Posada as both offices and switching center, back when lots and lots of equipment was needed to do what we do with such sophisticated equipment today.  Entire sections of the hotel were either stripped out inside and/or covered over with acoustical ceilings and wall boards to make individual offices.  Some portions of the hotel were just closed off entirely.  

In 1997, the SF Railway moved out and the La Posada found her head on the chopping block.  A couple from California with incredible vision and love found her on a list of endangered historic properties and stepped up to meet the challenge.  This is another long story, but for now, the result is a grand old hotel well on her way to recovery and holding her doors open for you to come and visit.  If you plan to be in the area, I highly recommend you at least stop in, take a tour, and enjoy a meal in their fabulous restaurant....even if you can't stay the night.  (Or visit them now:  La Posada.)   Being inside her walls you can't help but feel the spirits of her golden age...I promise you.LaPosadaPortal


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What an interesting bit of history. Thanks for sharing.

Stephanie

Magical.
The light is amazing! I haven't seen a picture of Arizona that I didn't like. This truly is a jewel. The light looks amazing! Thank you so much for sharing!

Thanks so much to both of you for your comments and encouragement. I'm so happy someone is enjoying what I write!

My word. Who knew? And to think that the one time we spent the night in Winslow, it was at (I think) a Holiday Inn Express.

How about -- ummm -- we get a bunch together and go there for a long weekend and just hang around and eat and knit and soak in the ambiance?...

I held a staff retreat there a few years ago...it was way fun. We ate three squares a day from the cafe (oink) and sat on our fannies the rest of the time knitting, spinning and talking. It was a glorious four days!

Let's go!

ahhh - all my favourite colours. funny how we always know when we belong in a place and when we don't. xxx

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