Today, I was informed of the loss of what I used to consider my second home throughout my childhood. The entire structure is but a pile of ashen memories now, with the integrity of the barn edifice still unknown. Built by my grandmother many decades ago, this pastoral retreat in the quiet town of Sonoita, AZ was a sprawling desert estate full of exploration and adventures during my younger years. Despite growing distant from it over time, and in spite of my opinion of the interior design choices, it will be missed, and its warm memories cherished.
I wish I had more photos by which to remember it, and hopefully some will surface in the future, but for now, this is what I could dig up.
I found a nice article about my grandmother, who built the house and other buildings in town: Story of Secretariat, Margaret and Sonoita.