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Temple Mountain, Utah, 1956.
I have a good friend that has a lot of good friends and we're all good friends. When he's had a little too much, he starts expounding on how blessed we all are. He goes on and on and we all agree, but at the same time, we make fun of him for it because it is on one hand, a barometer of his capacity and on the other hand, predictable.
Gordon, is right, and a very smart man in the fact that he knows when he's got it good. Born in Telluride (in the old hospital, which is now the town's museum) to a family of Huffs and Boyers, who traveled the Western Slope and eastern Utah following the available work in the mines.
He spent his young childhood days in Temple Mountain, Utah, and Bull Canyon near Uravan, with stories of playing in the tailing ponds and roaming the desert. Stories of tar paper shacks and finding his boyhood joys among the beauty of the land that sparked both his curiosity and creativity.
When he became school age, his family moved to Grand Junction. His grandmother, Mary Boyer, managed the Miller-Glen Rooms, a boarding house in downtown Grand Junction that sat directly behind the old Masonic Temple, which was located in our Civic Block on Rood Avenue, between the big old Post Office at Fifth Street and Rood Avenue and the YMCA.
Living with her and attending St. Joseph's school developed in him a love and affection for the city life. He's ripe with stories such as raiding the trash behind the old Masonic Hall after an elaborate affair and dragging home all the discarded crepe paper, then being in decorator heaven, making his own plays and costumes and party décor.
He also tells about having to stoke the furnace of the old Dean Studio Building, which sat just north of the YMCA and walking on broken photography plates, an act that horrifies him now.
Gordon owns no capital investments other that his bazillion cookbooks and intends to keep it that way. He's had a life of wonderful travel and experiences. He has a “dream job” that is right up his crepe paper alley, technical director of the Grand Junction Symphony. He caters now and then and gets to go back to his birthplace for several weeks each year to work for the Telluride Film Festival.
He remembers a western Colorado life much simpler, safer and in many ways, much harder. He still lives in the backyards he grew up in and sees the extreme beauty of the nature that surrounds him.
He still realizes how blessed we are, so he's thankful. And he makes sure all his good friends realize they should be thankful, too.
Knowing that we are blessed and being thankful is truly a magnificent gift. We've all worked hard and had our hardships, but happiness can be easily measured by our level of gratitude. Let's give thanks. We are blessed.
Contact Priscilla Mangnall at pmangnall@gjfreepress.com or 970-683-5643.
Gordon, is right, and a very smart man in the fact that he knows when he's got it good. Born in Telluride (in the old hospital, which is now the town's museum) to a family of Huffs and Boyers, who traveled the Western Slope and eastern Utah following the available work in the mines.
He spent his young childhood days in Temple Mountain, Utah, and Bull Canyon near Uravan, with stories of playing in the tailing ponds and roaming the desert. Stories of tar paper shacks and finding his boyhood joys among the beauty of the land that sparked both his curiosity and creativity.
When he became school age, his family moved to Grand Junction. His grandmother, Mary Boyer, managed the Miller-Glen Rooms, a boarding house in downtown Grand Junction that sat directly behind the old Masonic Temple, which was located in our Civic Block on Rood Avenue, between the big old Post Office at Fifth Street and Rood Avenue and the YMCA.
Living with her and attending St. Joseph's school developed in him a love and affection for the city life. He's ripe with stories such as raiding the trash behind the old Masonic Hall after an elaborate affair and dragging home all the discarded crepe paper, then being in decorator heaven, making his own plays and costumes and party décor.
He also tells about having to stoke the furnace of the old Dean Studio Building, which sat just north of the YMCA and walking on broken photography plates, an act that horrifies him now.
Gordon owns no capital investments other that his bazillion cookbooks and intends to keep it that way. He's had a life of wonderful travel and experiences. He has a “dream job” that is right up his crepe paper alley, technical director of the Grand Junction Symphony. He caters now and then and gets to go back to his birthplace for several weeks each year to work for the Telluride Film Festival.
He remembers a western Colorado life much simpler, safer and in many ways, much harder. He still lives in the backyards he grew up in and sees the extreme beauty of the nature that surrounds him.
He still realizes how blessed we are, so he's thankful. And he makes sure all his good friends realize they should be thankful, too.
Knowing that we are blessed and being thankful is truly a magnificent gift. We've all worked hard and had our hardships, but happiness can be easily measured by our level of gratitude. Let's give thanks. We are blessed.
Contact Priscilla Mangnall at pmangnall@gjfreepress.com or 970-683-5643.
