Don Eusavio was my next door neighbor when I lived in Truchas and by observing him each day, he taught me how to live. He had lived in the same house for most of his life and there was a field between us where Henry Romero pastured his cows. I watched the old man from a distance – and if there was a secret to life he had found it – quite simply it was habit and routine. Each morning I would hear him tap-tapping on something in his shed, then he would carry in some wood from the big pile in his yard. The smoke from his chimney would rise and he would fix his lunch- Then he might put on his green baseeball cap, grab his orange bucket and pick apricots. His friend Rosita might come calling and they would go for a drive. He lived an uncomplicated life – on purpose. He was a happy man!
Still remember the first time I saw this little church years and years ago on one of my many trips back home to Truchas. Had my camera with me – parked near the gas statiion across the road and climbed part way up the water tower to get a better view. Have painted this place many times front and back – it is a talisman, a sacred place – many candles, many prayers…
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SEPTEMBER 1967 – We rented a small adobe house on Alegre St. from an old cowboy named Les Langley – across our backyard fence was Rosario Cemetary. The babies were still in diapers and crawling and the only heat was with floor furnaces – a big challenge. Still a Chicago girl, I was homesick, very lonely and did not know where to begin. Trying to be helpful, a neighbor gave me a New Mexico Magazine – started to read while the children were napping. There was a photo of a Taos Pueblo drummer – got out my paints and copied the photo. We needed money and the painting sold for $75 which was a fortune to me. The wheels started spinning – maybe, just maybe this place – Santa Fe, New Mexico – was where I belonged all along….. I was just born in Chicago by accident!