Saturday, December 17, 2011

The Post I've Procrastinated Writing

My blogging keyboard has been quiet for a time now. This is because my sister, Connie, passed away more than a week ago. This was no real surprise; she had been on Hospice Care for a few months, but still, now that the funeral business is done and relatives have returned home, Arizona doesn't feel like the same place anymore. We were hardly back from our 8 month Northwest trip more than a week when we got a call at 5:00 AM that she had passed in her sleep. Fortunately, we had seen her several times during that week and enjoyed her last Thanksgiving together. She was 74 years old.

The following is a republished piece I wrote about her in January, right after she went into the assisted living home.

Connie moved to the southwest more than forty years ago. After all this time she still makes the claim that she is the only family member to pull up roots and leave New England. As far as I know she is correct. If I may summarize our family history, we came to this continent in the seventeenth century, settled in New England, and pretty much stayed there for the next 300 years or so, myself included. Connie, for whatever reason, moved to New Mexico forty years ago where she raised a family and built a ranch with her first husband. Two husbands and twenty years later she settled in the San Pedro valley where she lives today.

For a good many years Connie and her husband, Ted, were Rangers with the BLM, stationed at the San Pedro House near Sierra Vista on Rte. 90.

The San Pedro House is home to some of the largest Cottonwoods on the San Pedro River. We've hiked many of the trails on the San Pedro at three of the major east/west routes that cross the river (Rte. 82, Charleston Road and Rte. 90) and feel this is probably the best hiking and most interesting area.

One of the prettiest, lone Cottonwoods' about 20 minutes hike south from San Pedro House.

Over the last forty years I think my sister took on a southwestern, more native appearance.

This is how I remember Connie as a child. I was only about two years old when this photo was taken; she was 17. Later on, as I grew up, I figured out why my big sister had sooo many boyfriends.

What a hay stack!; on our grandparents' farm in Connecticut. Connie is on the peak; our Aunt Persis, from Norway, poses in the foreground. I won't even exist for another 10 years or so.

After 4 years with the BLM, and the death of her third husband, Connie supported herself selling her artwork throughout the San Pedro Valley. For more than a decade she attended local shows, exhibitions and flea markets until her health no longer allowed her to create the wonderful artwork she had attained notoriety for in southern Arizona.

A few of Connies' hand-painted gourds and carved walking sticks.


  1. Sorry for your loss, what a wonderful story about your sister.

  2. Deepest condolences to you and the Family....She sounds likes a very interesting person...

  3. So sorry to hear about your sister. I pray for peace for your family. What an amazing person she is.

  4. Oh I'm so very, very sorry! My deepest condolences to you!

  5. I just found your blog (from the Bayfield Bunch blog). I am so sorry about the loss of your sister. What a wonderful legacy of memories and artwork she left.

  6. What a beautiful tribute to your sister. I have visited the San Pedro House many times and know why she loved it there. My deepest condolences to you and your family on your loss.

  7. so sorry to hear about your sister..what a lovely tribute!!