Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Where Hell spends the summer

Arizona . . .


Where Summer spends the Winter and Hell spends the Summer.

Are you familiar with the movie line, “We moved here!?! Deliberately!?!”
So, I’m picturing the pioneers from the Westward Expansion, wagon trains and handcarts tossed up a line of dust, clearly announcing that crazy people are on their way.
What I want to know is why didn’t the women of that day start the sexual revolution then and there?

Picnicking with a Military Escort

At least one of them must have said, “Look at all this bullshit: stockings bloomers, petticoat, chemise, corset, underskirt, long sleeved, high neck dress, a bonnet, and the world’s most uncomfortable shoes?
And no soap, shampoo, toothpaste or more than one pair of underwear (and what kind of fool doesn’t know that a company of pioneers, walking across the desert, for days on end are going to need some hygiene opportunities!?!) 

Nap in the heat of the day

And, not only is the attire pushing everyone into heat stroke, there is no Damn map, compass, GPS, Off-ramp signs or directions scribbled on an empty McDonald’s bag.

So, let me get this straight. We are going to walk for days in temperatures, most wood burning stoves would be envious of while wearing 40 pounds of layered clothes, within smelling distance of each other and we are going in a direction that may or may not lead to an untimely death? 



Mrs. T. L. Mendoza of Bisbee, Arizona, 1912 

Then she cut the legs off her bloomers, making shorty shorts, tied a bandana as a halter top and went to find some damn shade.

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