Dear Editor:

I am doing some family research and would like to see if anyone in Pagosa Springs might remember my father. His name was George Hadley and he and his wife ran a bakery and or cafe and bakery in Pagosa. The 1920 census shows them there. Her name was Morilla, and she was the counter clerk. They had two children — Viola and Harold. I would dearly love to know his wife’s maiden name. If you can furnish any information it would be greatly appreciated.

Robert Hadley

(925) 846-6016


Dear Editor:

A geothermal greenhouse — what a wonderful plan. But as I read about the project, I am not reading that the end product, i.e., vegetables, etc., will be for the people of Pagosa to purchase. Wonderful to supply restaurants, but please make such a development also for the people of Pagosa to reap the harvest.

Fresh food!

Thank you,

Pam Morrow


Dear Editor:

As I sat in county court Friday, March 13, I couldn’t help but be a little saddened at watching some of the best creative energy in this community wasted on what appeared to me a petty squabble over stuff, with undertones of bruised ego.

I have worked with most, if not all of the people on both sides of this dispute, so I was curious to see why a former president of Pagosa Music Boosters was now suing that non-profit organization.Beyond curiosity, my primary interest lies in my continuing support of my 16-year old son’s greatest passion — the kid wants to be an actor. My son has lived for the stage ever since his first bit part as a Flying Monkey in the Pretenders’ 1999 production of “The Wizard of Oz.” Since then, he has participated in works produced by nearly every community theatre group in town at every opportunity offered.

Over the years, as his chauffeur to countless hours of rehearsals and shows, I have volunteered or been recruited in support of these great (and almost entirely volunteer-driven) not-for-profit community organizations.I have always felt my contribution of hammer and nail construction skills to be minuscule in comparison to others’ enormous dedication of time, management skill, creativity, conflict resolution, ego-babysitting and the sheer tenacious persistence it takes to make any of these shows go on.I’m talking about directors, stage managers, music directors, vocal, dance and drama coaches, teachers and the small armies of hands-on volunteers who give and give and give so much of everything they’ve got to our kids and community.Unless you’ve been part of the process, you might delightedly think that the polished gem of a two hour stage production was all fun and games from audition to opening night — but I can assure you you’d be wrong.

There is more hard work than most can imagine and nothing better defines “labor of love” than what I’ve seen dozens of people put out for the enjoyment and enrichment of so many.

Which brings me back to the sad part. For all the selfless dedication I’ve seen put forth by so many creative people working in Pagosa theatre over the years, it is truly disheartening to see ego and personality conflicts divide organizations that espouse the same non-profit missions — to enrich our community and (especially) provide opportunity for our kids.Shame on those who would espouse those noble ideals and then act like little kids fighting over toys and territory.

And shame on anyone whose childish pettiness and vindictiveness is an example to our adolescents as to how adults work together for the common good.You get a big Booooo from me if this is the kind of show that must go on in Pagosa.

For more details, go to the court record or your local rumor mill to follow this pitiful melodrama that I hope closes soon.

Disappointedly yours,

Bill Reardon

Early start

Dear Editor:

The economy is collapsing, the environment is warming, er, cooling, er, changing, unemployment is skyrocketing, satellites are colliding in space, dogs and cats living together. It’s mayhem, maybe even a quagmire, and now it must be an early spring.

The infamous “troglodyte” of Arboles, Bob Dungan, has ventured from his wintry cave. I guess he must have heard about the nationwide “Tea Party” that will take place 15 April. Probably wants ta get an early start on a few foreboding signs for the big mass rally.

Sure hope he doesn’t have a Crown Prince Obamagasm!

Jim Sawicki


Dear Editor:

It was July 2006 when a scrawny yellow cat was presented from the humane society to be shaved and checked. Possessing terrible teeth and living with failing kidneys, we knew no one would take on this heavy continuing responsibility. He had been dropped off at a backcountry campsite with his brother, “Norman” (also aged and infirm); two souls coping with our throwaway society.

Nigel became a fixture at Pagosa Veterinary Clinic after major dental surgery corrected his health threatening problems, but failing kidneys finally took their toll. He survived with quality of life despite failing kidneys.

He will be missed by many who just dropped in, those who always asked about him, and by those who administered his fluids daily for over 16 months. Nigel will also be remembered by the staff at the downtown Subway for dispensing “Nigel chicken,” the magical chicken that kept him eating well and alive for over a year. Mostly, he will be missed by Patty, who loved him deeply, and Daisy, too.

But Nigel was a success story. He was the waif who lived like a king for the last of his long life. He will be remembered and celebrated, and missed by all who had the pleasure to know his gentle spirit.

Nigel passed on today — a beautiful spring-like day. He is going where cats can romp and play, eat and purr, and dream of life as good and enjoyable as only a few — like certain scrawny yellow cats have known.

Patty Yost