The parties were great and if you weren't there, I'm sorry you missed Eliza and Samuel Buckland's birthday parties in early September. The party-goers traveled back in time to 1883, when Buckland Station, on the Big Bend of the Carson River, was the hub of activity. The hostess for the day was La Donna, a volunteer at Buckland Station. Ready to receive the guests, Mike and I donned period costumes and assumed the characters of early settlers to share history of days gone by.
I created a dress which had a zipper down the backside even though zippers didn't make their way into the fashion scene until the early 1900s. I used a doily, created by a family member from years ago, to make a collar for the dress
and pinned it with an exquisite little pin owned by Mama Sargent, Leona Sargent Petter's mother. (That would be Bill's great grandmother.) She lived in Hannibal, Missouri where she and Papa Sargent owned a dry goods business.
It was fun to perform this Chautaqua at Ft. Churchill State Historic Park and I hope some day to try it again. After all, I have the dress.
I'm in the Phoenix airport, waiting for my plane to carry me safely back to Nevada. We came in yesterday, attended Emily and Cody's wedding and are jetting back within the half hour. My mind can't keep up with the high speeds at which my body is traveling. We whir over miles and miles, distances that would take us hours to cover in a car. Last night I was whirling on the checkerboard dance floor in her Aunt Denice's backyard and tonight I will be whirling about the house, getting ready for the first annual Conserve Carson River Work Day in Carson Valley. Wow!
