Aging Arizona

So, have you ever been to Concho, Arizona?   It was a first time for me last Monday.  

 

Norma grew up around those parts of Arizona and impressed me with the history of this whole area.   Concho is a tiny little town that was inhabited in the 1860's and 70's  by both White people and Mexican people.  

 

And now if you want more information, you'll have to head over here.  I can't remember everything she told me that day and I should have had a tape recorder going.  If they still have those.  Very interesting though.

 

Anyhoo. . . the photo below is the town of Concho.

My kind of town except I need a grocery store now and then.

Lots of history there.  This must have been barn - or maybe it was attached to the living quarters.  I wanted to walk through it and now I don't know why I didn't.  Norma was on a time schedule so I didn't linger.

But for this?  I lingered longer.  

 

 She thought it was an old market of some sort at some time.  I had to get out of the car for this.

Very cool!

 

I walked all over inside - which now is the outside also - and just tried to breathe in the history.

All that handmade adobe.

I imagine this was the comfort room   privy   water closet   powder room   head . . . . . . Outhouse!

 

Which looked like it might have been built inside somehow.  It was hard to figure out the building. 

 

My spoiled mind of comfort cannot fathom using this, even though the farm I was raised on in Idaho did have an outhouse that was usable for anyone.  And it got used.   We kids used it if we were playing outside or something.  But the house did have plumbing, running water and everything.  I just want to make that perfectly clear.

 

I'm not THAT old.  I just like to tell that story.

 

I had a childhood fear of that outhouse.  I always thought snakes lived at the bottom. 

 

Sorry for that kodak image I just put into your brains.

 

Look at the wood in those doors bowing.

Nope.  I can't see a market in it.

 

Can you imagine building that barehanded?

 

Straight out of the Arizona earth.

We found this house in the town of Concho.   How I wanted to walk through this.  There were no trespassing signs all over it.  Probably a matter of safety for whoever owns the land.

 

It looked like it had been somebody's pride and joy at one time.  Look at that gingerbread touch there.

Those old, aged trees all around it.

The roof was interesting.  All old and aged.

Who leaned this old wagon wheel up against that fence at one time.

 

This was a fun stop.