Carol

 One of the first people we met when we started trekking to Colorado for the summers was a friendly lady named Carol. Carol always had a smile on her face and a friendly greeting. She was involved in so many local activities and urged us to do the same. Technically she would not be considered a local since she wintered in California, but when I met her she had been spending her summers in this little mining town for over 80 years.

You see her grandfather built this glorious Victorian house way back in the 1890’s. It was quite the showplace when this little mining town was booming. Carol explained it was the first house to be wired for electricity and her grandfather was so proud that he kept the lights on day and night. The house is no longer in the family and has had several owners over time. At one point the inhabitants painted the walls a bright orange and decorated in the popular southwest style. Carol was horrid and wouldn’t set foot in the door. Thankfully the next owner restored the Victorian look.

We received word that Carol passed away in California this week at the age of 97. No need to be sad. Carol would be one to say celebrate her long and happy life. Pictured here a few years ago with my Tom who she grew to love. Tom seems to have a flag pole coming out of his head....but the flower really was coming out of Carol’s hat.

🌺Carol you will be missed.