After a long day of general cleanup and clearing out long-neglected rooms in the barn and auxiliary ‘kiva,’ we were finally ready (as we can be- all things considered) to say goodbye to this solitary Sonoita property that has accommodated many a cheerful memory.
Barn apartment “porch” #Sonoita
Figured I’d get on with the requisite black & white phase. Random shots from Sonoita, more desert-type objects, and a nice storm that is currently rolling through the Tucson metro as I type this.
The outpouring of support from both the Sonoita area and communities abroad was just awesome. The multitude of people on whose lives my father and his wife had an impact still astonishes me, and gives me hope that despite our digital hyper-connectedness, we can still foster and maintain a strong sense of fellowship. Special thanks goes out to The Ranch House on 3250 Hwy. 82 in Sonoita for coordinating and hosting this special event, and a big thank you to all who ventured out on this particularly soggy Southern Arizona day.
There were many cowboy hats and boots to be found that day, but each was filled with a person with nothing but kind words to say about my father and his wife, which makes this all the more difficult, but, also reminds me that their warm memories will live on.
P.S. Many thanks to Bruce Andre for his many years of entertainment and camaraderie for my father and his wife.
Everything is gone. Only ash remains- the knick-knacks, collections, creations, and most profound, the physical memories- virtually incinerated. This was no ordinary fire. This was an enraged inferno borne with an intent to erase all but the hardiest earthenware and antiquated steel appliance. Thirty-seven years of smoldering human experiences before me, these photos were among the most difficult to shoot. Physical property loss aside, two lives were suddenly and prematurely extinguished from this earth, leaving behind only fond reminiscence, and two resilient chimneys.
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.