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  • My turn: Don't lose track of moments

    Sandy Fields CMI columnist

    Time flies. We know it must be true. We hear that all the time. Even as I sat down at my keyboard to share some thoughts along this line, the first thing I saw was a Facebook photo — a tiny little niece off to school — with the caption "Where did the time go?" I'm a chronicler. I write events in the blocks of calendars, not so I can see what's coming up, but so I'll be able to look back and see what happened. And I marvel at the strange dichotomy. How can an event seem so far in the past, and at the same time feel like it...

  • My turn: Fair week full of family fun

    Sandy Fields CMI columnist

    There are so many things to be learned at the Roosevelt County Fair. I'll share a few of my observations from previous years. Everyone looks good in a cowboy hat! Try one on sometime. If you're showing your pig and he poops … just whip a rag out of your hip pocket, clean his rump, put that rag back in your pocket, and keep your eye on the prize. There's a ribbon out there with your name on it. You're never too young or too old to don a fancy, frilly skirt and do some square dancing. Toddlers will always love carousel h...

  • My turn: Always few tears to shed

    Sandy Fields CMI columnist

    Our high school class got together over the weekend. It's not one of the typical anniversary years. We just like being together, we cherish our dear old PHS, and we decided we can have a 31-year reunion if we'd like. The calendar pages turn, life has mountains and valleys, and we come and go, moving through events and careers. It's the wonderful flow of life. Summertime always brings plenty of that movement. High school graduates are off to college. College graduates are heading to parts unknown to take exciting new jobs. I...

  • My turn: There's no place like home

    Sandy Fields CMI columnist

    Right after college I was living in the Caribbean. They don't say "y'all" in the Virgin Islands. One summer, back here on vacation, I remember getting a lump in my throat just hearing a young girl at a fast food place asking "What can I get y'all?" Music to my ears! That same week we went to one of those traveling musical variety shows at Marshall Junior High. It was a red, white and blue extravaganza. Great country music, fun singing and dancing. And then a man sang this song. And spontaneously, the audience began to stand....

  • My turn: Small town folk stay just as busy

    Sandy Fields CMI columnist

    A couple of weekends ago I went to an afternoon concert. Like other weekends, this one was jam-packed, but I didn't want to miss it. After all, the granddaughter of my good friends was part of this traveling group of singers. A friend asked where my father was, because he knows how much my dad likes a cappella music. So I tell him he's in Albuquerque representing Roosevelt County at a convention. I thought of a recent conversation with one of my big city friends. One of those "you wouldn't really understand the meaning of...

  • My turn: Ice cream better when shared

    Sandy Fields CMI columnist

    I'm privileged to own the book, "Six Miles to the Windmill," by Annie King Greaves. It's her personal recollections from 1908-1913. She tells about this ice cream social. Frank rode 12 miles to invite the neighbors, and they spread the word by riding on out to their neighbors. Don drove a big team of red mules 21 miles to town, leaving before sunup to get 300 hundred pounds of ice and return at sunset. About 30 people showed up with gallon buckets, milk, eggs and cake. The men took turns with the freezing while the children...

  • My turn: Ice cream better when shared

    Sandy Fields CMI columnist

    I'm privileged to own the book, "Six Miles to the Windmill," by Annie King Greaves. It's her personal recollections from 1908-1913. She tells about this ice cream social. Frank rode 12 miles to invite the neighbors, and they spread the word by riding on out to their neighbors. Don drove a big team of red mules 21 miles to town, leaving before sunup to get 300 hundred pounds of ice and return at sunset. About 30 people showed up with gallon buckets, milk, eggs and cake. The men took turns with the freezing while the children...