By John L. Sinclair
Mentioned in England and Scotland as a reluctant aristocrat, John L. Sinclair (1902-1993) spent sixty years in New Mexico as a cowboy, museum curator, and author. Sinclair received off a teach in Clovis in 1923, observed saddle ponies and cowboys on the station, and knew that New Mexico used to be where for him. He spent the remainder of the Twenties cowboying round Roswell and within the Capitan Mountains, relocating to Santa Fe within the Thirties after he bought his first article to New Mexico journal. For ten cash a month he rented a home on Canyon street, the place he hobnobbed with artists and writers. After a stint as superintendent of the Coronado country Monument close to Albuquerque, he and his spouse spent the remainder of their days close by in a stone cabin with a view of the mountains. This memoir, written while the writer was once 90, captures his lonely adolescence and his savor the open areas and society of latest Mexico with miraculous readability. even though Sinclair loved dwelling like a hermit, he used to be a sociable one that enjoyed to inform stories. His tale is a smart literary legacy. an individual with a yen for the West within the solid outdated days will delight in it.
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That was all rightI was learning; I was being apprenticed. And my uncle paid for my board. The work on the farms was hard work, but it was very enjoyable. On Sundaysthe only days for relaxationI might visit the neighboring farms or go off to see my aunt Mary and her family in the western part of Scotland. I visited them quite often; that was my second home. I would take the train to Glasgow from Carronbridge Station in Thornhill, the village near the castle. Then I'd change stations in Glasgow and take theWest Highland Railway to Helensburgh, down in the Firth of Clyde, from Glasgow.
In him was a wide streak of Thoreau's austerity and simplicity. John didn't smoke and seldom drankwhen he did, it was Scotch, of course. He had not known Indians until he came to the Coronado State Monument. Did his immediate empathy with them stem from his recognition of their own love of the land? From their simplistic, earthy ways? Surely John was an unusual, complex character whom no one really knew. A man who seldom joked but who had written three novels that carried his own indelible brand of high humor.
As a cadet and later a mate, my father would come back to Glasgow once in a while and see his family; then off he would go again on another ship to India, China, and all over the East. Finally, he got to Melbourne, and he decided that this city would be his home port. He didn't particularly want to go back to London to see his father and his stepmother. While my father was at sea, my grandfather's business had moved its head offices to London, although it kept the warehouses and the mills going in Glasgow and Londonderry.