Here are some pictures of the gathering of writers, poets and artists held in Alleghany May 21, 2006. A lovely morning that turned into a rainy afternoon.
Gloria Hocksworth and her book "The Goat Doctor." I remember my mother and Mrs. Luschen going to see this healer who lived near Placerville many years ago.
From more than three decades of preserved and collected artifacts, historical information, and family memorabilia, Jann Garvis has created a vast and colorful panorama depicting the way of life in the nineteenth century American mining West in general and in California's Northern Sierra towns and villages in particular.
The day-to-day, often bittersweet lives of the Northern Sierra miners and their families are revealed by Garvis, herself a descendant of some of the very people who are pictured and remembered in this book.
Brian Augustine's "Shadows on Parallel Trails" is an interesting true story about a Sheriff and a bandit whose paths continually crossed until a tragic finish. This book is a rip-roaring tale of adventure, romance and intrigue set in the wild California frontier of the 1870s -- one of the most violent times and places in United States history. It follows the paths of two iconoclastic figures of that period: one a native Californian in revolt against what he sees as the overwhelming force of gringos destroying his life and birthright; the other a young gringo representing the law, who wants to live up to the heroic legacy his father represents. Neither one of these men are able to see the social and personal costs of holding on to their destructive beliefs. Unfortunately, all realization of their commonality comes too late. They lose sight of their goals and their souls in the process. In the end, each man believes he finds a way to redeem his legacy.
David and Ardis Comstock have an interesting book about the Idaho Maryland Mine that I wouldn't mind having.
When he's not driving, this trucker lives in a tepee. Gary O'Banion is an Artisan & Craftsman specializing in Native American Design.After browsing and visiting in the lobby, we take our seats in the theater, and listen to various stories, poetry, and a song. Robert Millay is both Master of Ceremony and poet. Especially touching was his poem about a friend who was killed in a motorcycle accident.
Don Jones read his story about when he was a young boy, and how he stood up to the school-yard bully...but fortunately, was saved by the intervention of a teacher.
Maxine reads her short true story she plans to enter in a contest. Someone else had to leave, so she volunteered to read theirs also. There were many other readers, but this is enough for now. We were hungry and decided to go to Casey's Place for a burger....
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