We didn’t walk downtown today because I needed to go to the laundromat. While the clothes were washing, we walked a couple of blocks to Bullard Street – the main drag here in Silver City.
According to Silver City Life, when the town was created in the late 1880s, it was laid out with streets running north, south, east, and west – similar to many Eastern cities of the period. What they didn’t take into account was the town’s proximity to a north/south-running slope that would result in disaster for the town.
Twice, in fact, in 1895 and 1903, flash floods roared down Silver City’s Main Street, gouging out what would come to be called the Big Ditch – its bottom 55 feet below the original Main Street! As time went on, rainwaters fed the resulting creek, and cottonwood trees grew and provide shade.
Once we reached Bullard Street, we quickly encountered an interesting shop window at Two Spirit Gallery, featuring ethnic antiques, beads and jewelry from all corners of the world. The owner, Ron Hanson, came out and invited us in, saying “Dogs are always welcome, if you want to come in…”
We had a good time looking at some marvelous jewelry, buddhas large and tiny, beads, and other artifacts, including some beautiful masks, all while talking with Ron.
This mask (above), which Ron had attributed to the Pende tribe in Angola, caught my eye and heart. In researching online, it looks more like it belongs to the Punu of Gabon. Here’s a description of a similar spirit mask from the website:
“The okuyi or mukuyi mask, originating from the Punu in southwest Gabon, represents an idealized female face. Indicated by the scarification on the face area, consisting of nine dots, and according to some, have a sexual connotation. Another sign of female gender is the coiffure.
The ritual function fulfilled by these masks is normally at funeral ceremonies, when they are danced as embodiments of the spirits of the ancestors. In the masquerade, the dancers, wearing costumes of raffia or cotton fabric and animal pelts, move with amazing agility on stilts up to six and a half feet in height.
*African Masks – Iris Hahner-Herzog, Maria Kecskesi and Laszlo Vajda.
When the laundry was done, and dry, we headed out to the fringes to (Wal-Mart) for some needed necessities – sox, toothbrush, new PJs… then lunch at a hamburger joint that looks like it used to be one of those drive-in places where the waitresses came out to the car on rollerskates to take your order.
Back at our Adobe apartment, Max and I took a much-needed nap, then a little late afternoon walk. Dinner was caramelized pear and gorgonzola ravioli with a drizzle of excellent Italian olive oil and grated Reggiano, fresh asparagus, and Pinot Grigio (eat your heart out Mac Joe!):
Followed by kiwi and dark chocolate for dessert:
I’m still watching his left foot closely in case that nasty little sticker makes a comeback. This afternoon, he was favoring it a little bit, and I thought it felt a little warmer than his right foot. Tonight, he left a little spot of blood on the tile floor, but on examining his foot, it looks like it’s just dry and cracked. But I remain on high alert…