tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645218375319169834.post5981014836474079396..comments2024-01-25T21:30:38.461-07:00Comments on The Daily News: 2CR Headline NewsJohn Parsonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110501414573322917noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645218375319169834.post-9492133550588970252011-11-27T19:17:59.859-07:002011-11-27T19:17:59.859-07:00GH's commentary about Bea makes me wish I'...GH's commentary about Bea makes me wish I'd met her. She sounds like a real pistol. And she has a good sense of vindictive revenge that isn't crass, just gets to the point at hand.<br />We all go sometime, and sounds like she went out with her boots on, wherever she was.<br /><br />Now, I just want to say proudly that I did not set foot in a single store on Friday or Saturday. Had to hit Home Depot today for some KILZ to paint over the wallpaper I could not get stripped off. There were threePAPER for a bathroom. What is it with bad wallpaper in bathrooms, anyways? Well, it's pretty much gone cept for some that just refuses to peel off. Sanding loose ends tomorrow night and then KILZ it so I can paint later in the week while home from dental surgery number two.Marti Spudboaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15277036335158434202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645218375319169834.post-38265645018975250592011-11-27T11:05:19.325-07:002011-11-27T11:05:19.325-07:00Our adult children and their offspring (grandchild...Our adult children and their offspring (grandchildren) are our reward for enduring the trials and tribulations that come with raising children. Great pictures, Susun. How proud we can be of the fine people they have become.Maggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10815381797740400828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645218375319169834.post-14235585441493728992011-11-27T09:08:24.252-07:002011-11-27T09:08:24.252-07:00I don't know the details of Bea's passing,...I don't know the details of Bea's passing, but they're immaterial. I expect she went on her way exactly when, where and how she wanted.<br /> I worked with Bea in Tuba City from 1978 until she moved south in 82. A born linguist, the first thing she did upon moving to the rez was learn Navajo. Upon first meeting her, she told me, a young, inexperienced and naive teacher "first thing you do is learn at least the cuss words in Navajo so you'll know when the kids are swearing at you. Call a kid on using a bad word and you'll instantly earn his respect and he might think you know the REST of what he's saying too. Oh, and If I were you I'd shave off that awful beard."<br /> One year Bea went to the Amazon. Not a picture taker, she preferred written journals and on that trip she had decided to hike from some obscure and remote place deep in the jungle to some other even more remote outpost, many, many miles away, ALONE. No trail, no written guides. She hired some unfortunate indian fellow to be her guide and then proceeded to audio tape the entire hike. She had hundreds of hours of casette tapes, mostly sounds of heavy breathing, rain, boots slogging through mud, monkeys and birds hooting in the trees, chopping sounds as she and her poor guide hackeded their way through the forest, with her pausing during rest stops to explain what you'd just heard. There were a few of us in the teacherage who, having fallen into Bea's reality distortion field, actually listened to the WHOLE trip over the course of several months. <br /> Once, during a particularly ugly political squabble that was going on in our school district, Bea decided to take it upon herself to get rid of our superintendent; a mean, spiteful man who for some reason thought I supported him. Bea discovered that the car he drove for personal use actually belonged to the district. In addition to it not being reported as part of the transportation budget, it was the only school vehicle that was unmarked with the district logo and didn't have ED plates. Somehow, I got roped into helping Bea rectify the lack of ID on the super's car. She painstakingly created a 2 or 3 foot diameter Tuba City Warriors logo template out of tagboard and with me standing watch near the district office at lunchtime in broad daylight, used a can of florescent pink Rustoleum spray paint and properly ID'd both sides of the car. Somehow, due I think to her reality distortion field, she never got caught. Cars were driving by. People out on the street. Nobody saw her. <br /> I'll never forget Bea, the sheer force of her presence on the planet changed many, many lives. Godspeed.The Goatherderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15290886641368053294noreply@blogger.com