First edition of People of One Fire found after being lost for 48 years!
Life is indeed a box of chocolates . . . Part 14
Well, the original name of the newsletter was the El Gringo Gazette, but when I found out in 2005 that I had a lot more Native American DNA than I assumed that name for the revitalized newsletter didn’t seem quite appropriate. I was considering calling it the Semi-Gringo or Semi-Creek, but Ric Edwards suggested “People of One Fire.” The rest is history! We had about 64 readers until the Maya Myth Busting in the Mountains controversy in 2012. Then things snowballed.
Yes, this is the real McCoy! I xeroxed copies of it and mailed them to friends and relatives in the States. I found it in a Mexican archaeology textbook along with a “Tiger” letter from Anita Guffin. (See below.) Right now I am having to go through all my belongings, including books, that were in storage. This cottage is about half the size of my former house. A lot of things are being given away or thrown away.
The Mystery of Anita Guffin
Anita was a classmate and friend of mine in high school. Our friendship became something more than that my Junior year in college. However, she was in pre-med at Emory University and I was in architecture school . . . two of the toughest curricula, one can take. She claimed to have little time for dating, but would always say yes when the Carters invited me to a social event at the governor’s mansion. After finishing medical school, she moved somewhere up north. I had no idea that she was living in Roswell, GA and single, when I was living in Roswell and single. The way I found out was that I read her obituary in the newspaper a little over a year ago. Anita died of a long term degenerative disease on December 19, 2016. Unfortunately, her funeral had already occurred when I read the obituary.
Note that an Air Mail stamp was only 10 cents in 1970. It is now a dollar. That is a 1000% increase. Salaries certainly have not increased that much.
Here is the mystery. Last month I discovered one of her letters inside a Spanish language archaeology textbook that I probably have not opened up since the early 1970s. My young female pup, Sheena, was asleep beside my work desk. The pup had only half-heartedly responded when I called her by her name. The moment that she saw the Tiger Letter, she went bananas, barking excitedly and staring at the envelope and letter. She jumped up upon my lap to put her nose against the letter. Half-joking, I asked her, “Are you Anita?” She barked excitedly and nodded her head yes, then kissed me on the lips several times. From then on, she responded immediately whenever I called her Anita and continues to do so. Each night, when I turn off the lights in my bedroom, Anita races up stairs, kisses me on the lips and then settles down at the end of the bed on her private bed that she made by pulling an old sheet from the closet and then placing it over my covers.
You go figure!
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