Christmas in Rhyolite, Nevada by S.D. Gates | Advent 2018 – Day 24

Christmas in Rhyolite, Nevada

By S.D. Gates

She had always wanted to visit the collection of sculptures in Rhyolite, Nevada – always. But Rhyolite is so far out of the way from anything, it’s about 120 miles northwest of Las Vegas, on a paved, but very bumpy road, which winds its way through a landscape littered with Joshua trees, desert sage and interesting rock formations. It is about 4 miles outside of Beatty, Nevada, but really that doesn’t serve as much of a point of reference, as probably 99.99% of the world’s population doesn’t know where Beatty, Nevada is either. Suffice it to say – Rhyolite is in the middle of desert, in the middle of nowhere.

With a love of all things strange; strange buildings, strange art formations, strange landmarks, she was always searching for the new, but old. She was drawn to ghost towns such as a nail is to a magnet. To her, it was like walking back into the past, seeing the old, decaying buildings, and wondering – why people would think the site they built their town on, was a good site, and considering – why they left it as they did.

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Demented Christmas Memories and Furniture Polish by S.D. Gates| The Sundays of Advent | Day 4 | Advent Calendar 2016

Advent Calendar 2016

2nd Sunday of Advent | Day 4 | Advent Calendar

Demented Christmas Memories and Furniture Polish by S.D. Gates

It’s funny the things you remember from your childhood, strange memories that you don’t really share with anyone because they are just so whacky and odd.  I have several that always stick in my mind, and one that particularly disturbs me, every time I smell lemon Pledge (the furniture polish) or think about Christmas.  And you might be wondering how on earth could this be applicable to Solveig’s Advent Calendar posts.  Hang on, and I shall tell you.

Back in December of 1968, when I was just a little girl, we were living in Lexington Kentucky.  We had recently moved all the way across the world from Australia, so my Dad could study moonrocks.  I suspect I might have been experiencing some angst because of the massive cultural readjustment, having moved from a suburb of Sydney, being accustomed to Kangaroos, Aborigines, and meat pies to a land of bluegrass, horses, and salads with marshmallows. Continue reading “Demented Christmas Memories and Furniture Polish by S.D. Gates| The Sundays of Advent | Day 4 | Advent Calendar 2016”