April 23, 2013
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The drive to the lady’s house was beautiful. We drove almost to Durango and then took a right on County Road 302 that heads to the Durango airport. And there about a mile down the road we turned onto Heart Lane. What a beautiful name for a little lane in the country. We followed the lane to the end and knocked on a country house. We were greeted by a small elderly lady. Her name was Mary and she showed us into her home and we were introduced to a woman who had over the course of her life earned many ribbons and certificates riding a horse….Dressage…I think it is…..She had quite the story to tell, she didn’t start competing until she was 37, after her husband had retired from the military and they could settle down in one place. We were there to buy some of her vintage clothes and we did, but we made a new friend, a woman who was writing her memoirs, a woman who by the looks of her photo wall in one room, had quite the history and family (one story she told us was that her grandmother was a bootlegger in the 1920′s!).
We were there for an hour listening to her stories. Listening to the echoes of her past. Listening to the wind as it howled around the little house.
Where do the years go in a person’s life? They just blow by, like the wind today, they just blow by and they go so fast……
