ragtags studio central: sarah's random this & that

random means "having no definite aim or purpose," (1655), taken from "at random" (1565), "at great speed" (thus, "carelessly, haphazardly"). In 1980s college student slang, it somehow, and sadly, acquired a distinct sense of "inferior, undesirable." (Online Etymology Dictionary, Douglas Harper) Well, okay, fine, Mr. Online Etymology Dictionary person, but THIS is the 21st Century. It's a whole new ball of wax.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

June 30, 1973

Colin and I got married on June 30, 1973 in the Jemez Mountains of New Mexico. At that time, we were actually living not far from Wrigley Stadium in a 3rd floor walk up in a largely Puerto Rican (+ a little bit of Creole + us) neighborhood in Chicago on Cornelia Street off Halsted. He worked for the Chicago & Northwestern Railroad and I worked at The Bread Shop, a little organic bakery a couple of blocks down Halsted. The only furniture we had was a battered little piano bench and a rose colored velvet love seat, both of which I bought at a junk shop a few streets over and hauled home by myself. That was the essence of "to schlep"; I looked like a kid from a Wild West version of Hester Street in a long handmade skirt, India Imports top & black gypsy scarf covered with enormous vintage roses tying back my long, ever unruly, hair. It was summer in the city - music (it was a good year for Stevie Wonder) spilled out of every open doorway and all the hippest peeps wore platforms.
I was 6 1/2 months pregnant the day we got married, as I had been resistant to the idea of it all along. The concept in general, not "us" in particular.
A few days later we flew back to Chicago but by the time September was born, we were back in New Mexico to stay. For a while. . .