The end of a long, first full day of travel found the Hiles in Denver, Colorado, with a few challenges to be addressed upon their arrival.
The end of a long, first full day of travel found the Hiles in Denver, Colorado. Ella said the Denver depot was “a beautiful one,” and she was right. Originally built and opened in 1881, the original building was, at the time, the largest building in the American West. Destroyed by fire in 1894, it was rebuilt and reopened in 1914, forty feet taller than the original. The photo posted here is a modern one typical of the holiday lighting displays, and the large Union Station – Travel by Train sign was only added in 1952, but in other respects, it was much like what the Hiles experienced in 1919.
Soon, however, the idyllic landscapes that “we kept craning our necks so as to miss nothing” and the splendor of architectural excellence gave way to the practical realities of life on the road with four pre-teen children. Moreover, the journey almost ended right then and there.
Nor did the travails end there, and as you read the next paragraph, try to keep in mind Ella and Oscar are accompanied by four pre-teen children …
Fortunately, the day would get better, as the Hiles head south towards Pueblo, Colorado, and then west through the Royal Gorge, and on to Salt Lake City and places beyond. However, there would also be emotional moments of a different type along the way. See you tomorrow …
She’s as bad-ass as they come. In fact, she was born bad-ass, following a long line of bad-ass women, like her mother, her grandmothers, and the generations of strong, smart, powerful women before them. Of course, she’s only two, so there’s bound to be a certain amount of figuring out of stuff along the way, but with a face like this, who can doubt she’s going to rule the world some day.
Whether it is incredulous politicians or innocent and well-meaning genealogists and family historians, as we navigate the sometimes difficult pathway between truth and assumption, we must always consider the source.
If anyone embodied the Finnish notion of sisu it had to be my grandmother. As stoic and resilient as they come Grandma Penrose was almost deaf, had a heart condition, a double mastectomy, and a very soft voice, but it was always clear just who was in charge.