Tara Calico

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Tara Calico disappeared on September 20, 1988 while on a bike ride from her home in Belen, New Mexico. She had used her mother’s bicycle because hers had a flat. Tara had planned several things that afternoon. She had classes at University of New Mexico at the Valencia Campus where she was classified as a sophomore. She also had plans to play tennis later that day. When she did not return, her mother went out to look for her but found no trace. Her birth father and mother were divorced and both individuals, along with their family members, continued to look for her, work with authorities and follow her case. Various items were found on her probable route, including parts of a portable cassette player and MP3 player, but her mother’s bicycle was never found. Tara had been seen by several witnesses. All leads were investigated but appeared to go nowhere.

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Silent Wings – NM Glider Training Program in World War II

The military concept of using gliders began under United States Army Air Corps Commander General H. R. “Hap” Arnold who was able to put in place a number of programs designed to help the war effort, including pilot training for powered aircraft and also for nonpowered gliders.  Gliders had been around since shortly after the first powered flights.  According to articles on the museum and pilot’s association websites, the concept of gliders to be used for military purposes had already been tried and abandoned by both the United States Navy and Army after World War I but before the start of World War II. Prior to the hostilities, they were primarily used for sporting and recreational purposes, similar to their use today.

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A Cowboy’s Thanksgiving

This poem is attributed to Frank L. Jones.  It was presented by columnist Dick Perue in the Wyoming Livestock Roundup.
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Wild turkey in the oven and the boys all gathered round
And they got to kinda talkin’ ‘bout the different things they’d found
That they could feel thankful for on this Thanksgiving Day,
And some, they told it serious-like, and some, they told it gay.

“I’m thankful most for cattle,” says Slim, who thinks a heap.
“Without them critters in the land we might be herdin’ sheep!”
Ol’ Bashful claimed that women was the blessing in his life
– he must have meant his mother, for he’ll never get a wife!

Tom thanked the Lord that hosses had four legs instead of two,
so cowboys don’t have to walk like some poor people do.
The Foreman he was thankful that the grass was good and long,
and Curly said he thanked the stars that he was young and strong.
And Bud, he blessed his appetite and the way that turkey smelt,
and said he felt thanksgiving for the long holes in his belt!

Ol’ Dunk, just kinda sucked his pipe and gazed off toward the hills.
Well boys, he says, I’m 69 years old and full of liver pills.
My rheumatism aches me and my pipe is gettin’ stale.
My hossy days are over, and I’m feelin’ purty pale.

My bunions are so bulblous that I’ve had to split my boot.
My ears – I’d have to climb the tree to hear a hoot owl hoot.
Cain’t drown my woes in likker, for my ticker’s on the blink.
I cain’t even read the cattylogs, the way my blinkers wink.

I’ve got some nose for smellin’ left – that turkey’s pert near done,
but all the chawin’ teeth I’ve got is about a half of one.
Ol’ Gus shore savvies fixin’ Turk! I’d like to eat a pound,
But hell, I couldn’t chaw it if he took and had it ground!

You talk about Thanksgivin’, boys, and here you see me set,
A plumb wore-out ol’ cowhand – but I’m mighty thankful yet,
For every hoss I’ve ever rode and every sight I ever saw,
But I’m thankful most of all for gravy – which a man don’t have to chaw! –

–attrib. to Frank L. Jones

 

Gobble gobble, y’all!  Hope that everyone has a nice Thanksgiving.