The Rail Road had not yet reached the Imperial Valley when we first started living there. The people got around on horseback or wagons. Many people simply walked.
There were the Butterfield Stagecoaches. They used to run through here years ago. After the Transcontinental railroad was completed, it put an end to the long-distance stagecoaches.
The last time I checked, the ruins of a Butterfield stagecoach station was still visible outside of El Centro. That was around 1968.
I wonder if it’s still there after all this time.
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I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession.
My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium.
He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years.
Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures.
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