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GEERONNIMMOOOO. This was hid land and you called out the name of this great Indian warrior while fighting. Clifton was going nowhere. It was out of the way and not on the way to anywhere. It was a mining town and it didn't have location, location, location. Clifton was not to become anything else but a town where its assets were underneath. You didn't look at the red ochre rocks; canyon, river and think subdivide. It was underneath that brought the town money and that was owned by the mining company. In Clifton a developer was a miner. The drive took about five hours. Clifton was not awake, waiting for us. We came as quiet as a secret. Our secret was we were not a family on vacation. In the morning I would wake up not moving from my bed on the floor. My eyes took everything in slowly. My senses were catching up. I started with the quilt that was my bed. I traced the design with my finger looking at every shape of fabric, flowers, stripes, polka dots. All cut into a triangle shape. Five more triangles met to make a star, each piece a different color brought together at the center. Next came the stitches holding the fabric. In an dout, disappearing, attaching the star in place. Each stitch was the same length. This was important to keep the stitches uniform. All of this took discipline, concentration. This was art turned into practical rules, trained, self-control and obedience to standards. This was abstract art using a form to take care of a family. A blanket to give comfort and warmth 10