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!