Memorial Day 2008 ~ A Time to Remember

Seventy years have given me a lot of memories. Disabled, with lots of time on my hands, I sit here in my LaZboy in Seattle, thinking about my beloved hometown in the shadow of the Rockies. I remember our little house next to Foster’s Garage on the corner of Lincoln and Victory Way across from the Fairgrounds. It had that awful fake-brick siding on it but it was home. It was torn down in the late 70s, I believe, and some kind of a Trading Post was built there which eventually burned. The last time we were there in 1991 it was a vacant lot. Wonder what’s there now.

A.V. Spurgin, my grandfather, moved his family into town from Elk Springs in Badger Valley in 1933.  My mother, Alberta, married Ed Julian four years later. We lived next door to my grandparents’ until my folks split up and we left town. I continued to return to Craig every summer to stay with my grandparents. We went to the Congregational Church where Mr. Best pastored. He was my hero! He came from England, wore a black three piece suit, smoked a big black cigar, and always carried candy in the glove compartment of his car for little children. He never had a wife or kids of his own but loved children. He taught the Nursery Class on Sunday mornings and held a service in Maybell on Sunday afternoons.

I remember a lot about Craig. The people were wonderful and I had loads of friends. We watched the mail train come in from Denver in the late afternoon and waited for the mail to be sorted so we could walk downtown to the post office for our mail. We talked to everybody on the way. You could smell popcorn coming from the ‘new’ drug store next to the post office. Sometimes I even got to buy some.  Craig was a small piece of Americana where people loved God, country and each other. I’m proud to have been born in such a place.

When my grandfather passed away in 1948, we couldn’t afford a tombstone but my mother vowed to come back one day and erect one. The cemetery above Dead Man’s curve was just a big dirt and weed field. In the summer of 1976, my mother and stepfather, my husband and four children and I came to finally get the tombstone.  I was horrified when Mother told us her plans. She wanted to MAKE a tombstone for grandpa’s grave! She insisted on pouring cement in a cardboard box with the bottom taken out. I couldn’t believe it! I argued against it but she finally won me over. She said her Dad was a cowboy, born in the 1800s and many of his contemporaries were buried beside the trail. She just knew he would want something simple and home made.  We did it! It was hard to keep the cement from drying too quickly in the July heat and a big crack streaked diagonally through the piece. I wrote grandpa’s name, A. V. Spurgin, with a stick and drew his cattle brand. Bar-S-rafter.  (reading from the bottom up) Then I lined the edges with small pretty stones and signed my fjc in the corner.

The last time I got to Craig was in May of 1991. We were there for Memorial Day. It seemed like the whole town had a giant yard sale and all the stores had sidewalk sales. There was a big parade through town ending at the cemetery. No longer a field of weeds, it was well maintained with statuary and nicely manicured lawns. Grandpa’s “stone” was still there. I wonder how many of the townspeople have ever noticed it.  To my astonishment, I saw that everyone had picnic lunches and they sat on their family tombstones to eat them. Children scampered here and there and a great time was had by all. Then a detail of ancient veterans marched in carrying flags. Some had parts of their uniforms on. Some had only a hat, but they stood tall and proud and made me proud to remember the America of my youth. The America that cared so much about their soldier boys that large stars hung on the doors of the homes who had a son in the War. ( WWII ) Blue for still living ones and Gold for the ones who never made it back. My Uncle Hubert A. Spurgin and my father, Harry Edward Julian, both came home. On this Memorial Day, my last in Craig, the names of all those who had lost their lives in battle were read aloud and we enjoyed a patriotic program. I hope this tradition continues and Craig is still the same warm, wonderful, caring city of my past. God bless her.

Happy Memorial Day!
See you next time!

Shalom, Sharaka

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