It was hard to picture my grandparents living in this small, isolated town in the 1920s, but my grandfather had just left the Coast Guard and graduated from the Colorado School of Mines. He had gotten a degree in mining engineering, and Bisbee was all about mining.
They tried to raise two little boys here, but they soon left. One of the reasons my grandmother gave was that it was too hard on her chasing my dad and uncle up and down the hill that Bisbee was built on. I can imagine.
The colors were gentle, the emotions a little more excited. I'd been looking forward to this day for months - our trip to Italy and Paris! I had things to do, including all my packing and final preparations to make sure my business would run while I was gone. I felt that Lisa could handle it, but it's a business with endless details. Well, whatever. I wasn't going to miss this trip for anything.
The view in both photos looks out over Astoria from Lee's upstairs window.