Willie C
Willie's Little Santa Fe Home, 1962
In a time when Santa Fe was a called a 'small town', and things of the world were black and white.
'way out Cerrillos Road, a scant mile from a service station where we went once for water to make our beer, because they had a well (city water was not available that far out).
This was our pride and joy for less than a year, when the kinfolks lured us back to Texas.
I visit this place whenever I'm in Santa Fe. The old neighborhood looks a little run down nowadays, and the streets are filled with parked cars which overflow the single garages and driveways now.
The view across the vast prairie back to Rodeo Road and beyond is filled with houses now, and the prairie dogs that once inhabited the area, I'm sure have long since abandoned the place.
We were a nice, friendly bunch of young homeowners back then, though.
Nostalgia is an old man's pleasure.
Willie's Little Santa Fe Home, 1962
In a time when Santa Fe was a called a 'small town', and things of the world were black and white.
'way out Cerrillos Road, a scant mile from a service station where we went once for water to make our beer, because they had a well (city water was not available that far out).
This was our pride and joy for less than a year, when the kinfolks lured us back to Texas.
I visit this place whenever I'm in Santa Fe. The old neighborhood looks a little run down nowadays, and the streets are filled with parked cars which overflow the single garages and driveways now.
The view across the vast prairie back to Rodeo Road and beyond is filled with houses now, and the prairie dogs that once inhabited the area, I'm sure have long since abandoned the place.
We were a nice, friendly bunch of young homeowners back then, though.
Nostalgia is an old man's pleasure.