John: Every time I read a post I say to myself, "You don't have to comment on every post, Tim." But each time I am drawn to the comments. Damn you. LOL. There is so much richness in these posts, John. In this post, so much pathos. So much KRIST. Your perspectives and empathy for your dad are generous and honest. Thanks for this one. (And might I shout out for Leslie - your steadfast ally on these trips. She's a prize.
Hi John - I came across this post in my own search for connections to my family story. I think we might be distantly related. I am a descendent of Krists who lived in Walsenburg. My grandparents spent much of their childhood in Tioga, CO which incorporated the Pictou mine. The land is now owned by my family, and my grandpa can point out what each foundation was at the time when the mine was still open and before it became a ghost town. I shared your story with my grandmother and she believes your grandfather may have been her uncle, though her memory is starting to fail. I'm not sure if I would be able to fill in any gaps for you, but would be happy to connect.
Ahhh John, what a beautiful heartfelt post of your rich family history. It must have felt so rewarding to be able to find those family facts, and be amongst some of the ruins and richness of the land. I find it so nice that you and Leslie enjoy traipsing all over, well at least here in the West, to accomplish your dreams. I'm ready for another post from Next Chapter, get moving out of town again...lol
Wow, what a great post. Turns out we have family from the same part of the world. My grandmother grew up on a very humble farm in Trinidad and I remember vividly how much she loved the Spanish Peaks and the Sangre de Cristos. Every time we would visit her little house at the edge of town she would have us drive Route 12 and make the loop that passes through Walsenberg. Thank you giving us all some more context/personal history about what I consider a very beautiful place.
John: Every time I read a post I say to myself, "You don't have to comment on every post, Tim." But each time I am drawn to the comments. Damn you. LOL. There is so much richness in these posts, John. In this post, so much pathos. So much KRIST. Your perspectives and empathy for your dad are generous and honest. Thanks for this one. (And might I shout out for Leslie - your steadfast ally on these trips. She's a prize.
Hi John - I came across this post in my own search for connections to my family story. I think we might be distantly related. I am a descendent of Krists who lived in Walsenburg. My grandparents spent much of their childhood in Tioga, CO which incorporated the Pictou mine. The land is now owned by my family, and my grandpa can point out what each foundation was at the time when the mine was still open and before it became a ghost town. I shared your story with my grandmother and she believes your grandfather may have been her uncle, though her memory is starting to fail. I'm not sure if I would be able to fill in any gaps for you, but would be happy to connect.
Ahhh John, what a beautiful heartfelt post of your rich family history. It must have felt so rewarding to be able to find those family facts, and be amongst some of the ruins and richness of the land. I find it so nice that you and Leslie enjoy traipsing all over, well at least here in the West, to accomplish your dreams. I'm ready for another post from Next Chapter, get moving out of town again...lol
Thanks, John. Wonderful story telling and photography.
Wow, what a great post. Turns out we have family from the same part of the world. My grandmother grew up on a very humble farm in Trinidad and I remember vividly how much she loved the Spanish Peaks and the Sangre de Cristos. Every time we would visit her little house at the edge of town she would have us drive Route 12 and make the loop that passes through Walsenberg. Thank you giving us all some more context/personal history about what I consider a very beautiful place.