Looking back on one’s life path can reveal its circularity.
Tucson became my home from 1999 to 2008, but I had been a resident in the Old Pueblo when I was just a babe. Dad (Major E. B. Feathers at the time) was stationed at Davis Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson. I was 2 years old when we moved there. I remember photos of my mother, sister and me in sundresses and sandals in front of a house with a large shaded porch, cacti and sand.
Little did I know that I would one day return to Tucson as an adult. When I was just getting started in life, I had an early encounter with the desert by falling into an Opuntia (prickly pear). Mom recalled she was pulling needles out of my arms and legs for a month.
Charles Lindbergh dedicates Davis Monthan Field: September 23, 1927
In 1925, Tucson’s City Council purchased 1,280 acres of land southeast of…
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Enjoyed it again, Suz!
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