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Sunday, FUN day.

Lucille’s for breakfast – any excuse for beignets.  Fun story here is the group pic.  While positioning ourselves for a selfie, another patron came forward & asked if he could help.  Sure, why not?

Top 10 photo fail.  Where’s Dawn?  LOL>

Filled my friend’s last Colorado hours with a drive up Lookout Mountain in Golden.  Buffalo Bill Museum.  Never previously been – another rainy-day activity in a state with little rain 🙂

the Museum?  Chalked full of Wild West Show memorabilia.  LOVE history, LOVE museums, LOVE LOVED their collection of Western American art (an unexpected theme this weekend).

Beautiful overlook, beautiful sunshiny day.  distant Foothills all snow-covered.  ‘Tis the season

Lotta controversy over Bill’s gravesite in Golden.  Towns in South Dakota & Wyoming both laid claim to the body.  In the end, it was Bill’s wish to be buried near his Sister’s home where he spent his final days.

2 ½ days of food & Colorado sunshine.  Thanks friend, best ‘rainy-day’ weekend ever.

 

 

 

IS BUFFALO BILL CODY REALLY BURIED ON LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN?

by KELLEN on October 4, 2016

 

 

On January 10, 1917, while visiting his sister in Denver, famous scout, Buffalo hunter, showman and ultimate Son of the West, Buffalo Bill Cody died from kidney failure. Because he passed away in the middle of the winter the road to Lookout Mountain, the spot where he wanted to be buried, was impassable. So Olinger’s Mortuary, where he was initially interred, kept his remains in cold storage for six months – embalming it six times – until the road up to the Lookout Mountain was made passable.

 

Much of the controversy that followed the death of Buffalo Bill and his burial revolves around Colorado’s neighbor to the north, Wyoming. The Cowboy State wanted Bill to be buried there just as much as Colorado wanted him to stay in a mountain state. In the first draft of Cody’s will, written before he died, he had stated he wanted to be buried outside the town he founded, Cody, Wyoming, somewhere on Cedar Mountain. But in an updated will, Buffalo Bill had specified that he wanted to be buried atop Lookout Mountain with one of the most spectacular views in all of the west.

 

 

Buffalo Bill’s Casket

There is a conspiracy theory that exists even to this day that says Buffalo Bill is actually buried in the Cowboy State, and not in Colorful Colorado. Legend has it that a number of folks from Wyoming snuck into the funeral home and replaced Bill’s body with a local vagrant, a look-alike impostor, then took the real Cody back to the town he founded.

 

However, there exists quite a lot of evidence debunking this outrageous tale. During the June funeral in 1917, many of Cody’s family members as well as thousands of mourners attended the event, and numerous photographs were taken of the family filing past the open casket. If the Bill in the casket was an imposter, it’s more than likely one of his relatives would have noticed and said something.

 

Most of the burial controversy comes from Cody’s niece, Mary Jester Allen, who, after the death of Bill’s wife Louisa Cody, claimed that Denver officials had conspired to have Buffalo Bill buried on Lookout Mountain. The rumors so inflamed both sides that Cody’s foster son, Johnny Baker, reburied the Codys under tons of concrete as security against theft.

 

 

Buffalo Bill’s Grave

Further inflaming the controversy, in 1948, the Colorado National Guard stationed troops around the grave site after American Legion post members in Cody offered a $10,000 reward to anyone who could steal Cody’s body. In 2006, Wyoming legislators jokingly debated waging a “clandestine” effort to retrieve Buffalo Bill. Many historians and a good number of people from Wyoming believe Bill is buried in Colorado, but that doesn’t stop from the tall tales and controversy from raging on today.

 

Good things happen to good people.  And this time, the good person was me 🙂

Haven’t seen my bestie Dawn since our 2 week, 2 island, ‘cross the Pacific Ocean, adventure to New Zealand.  Lucky me!  After visiting her godmother in Vegas, was treated to a Colorado weekend on her CT return home.  Hour upon arrival, Friday dinner at the Post.  FAAAANNNTASTIC!

Sunshiny Saturday.  6 years in Colorado but NEVER toured Denver.  Been waiting for a rainy-day that just never happened.  Super fun to have a weekend play friend! ❤

Walked the State Capitol grounds, enjoyed a few minutes of the annual Veterans Day parade.  HUGE USA flag traveled Broadway, before turning in front the Denver Art Museum.

Prime-time destination: the History Colorado Center – more specifically, their exhibit of Western American Art.  Lewis & Clark’s telescope (circa 1800), bronzed Wild West sculptures & of course, walls & walls of art – landscape paintings, cowpokes & Native Americans.  LOVED LOVED!

Lunch’d at Denver’s historic Brown Palace.  No formal tea service (reservations FULL thru December) – no worries, happily gorged at one of the hotel’s 2 other restaurants.

Nite plans?  Tapas at neighbor Larry’s home.  Morning next? Creole breakfast with Ash & Tom.

No questioning my excessive run habits.  I run because I eat – & I like to eat a lot.  LOL>

 

 

 

History Colorado Center

 

Veterans Day 2017

 

 

Denver to Boston, Boston to Dublin.  Almost a year of talk, talk, talk – Marathon #100 here at last.

Long travel day…but not like New Zealand long.  All ‘bout perspective.  Met up with Stephen in Boston so had a travel mate for a leg (‘though in reality, slept the entire 2nd flight).  Early 5am touchdown. Ireland’s morning, my 11pm.  Ugh.  Gonna be rough Day One.  Taxi’d downtown THEN best luck ever – super early check-in at The Conrad.  Room available.  FAAAANNNNTASTIC!

11am sleeps, quick shower, sit-down breakfast off St Stephen’s Green.  GREAT holiday start!

Walked 5 streets to find pedestrian-friendly Grafton.  The Plan?  City sightseeing.  Specifically, thinking double-decker tour bus.  Did that in Auckland, good way to get acclimated.   But first, an Irish haircut.  New town, new country.  Why not?  Located a trendy spot on Grafton.  Waited my turn, greeted by possibly the oldest coiffeur in Dublin.  Been working at this SAME location since 1964.  9-to-noon/3 times a week; wife’s in a nursing home.  Other than that – no idea, [I’m] horrible with accents.  Just smiled & nodded.  It’s only hair – luckily I packed a cap 🙂

Hop On-Hop Off, bought a 2-day bus ticket.  Trinity College, National Art Gallery, Phoenix Park, Glasnevin Cemetery.  I’m sure I passed all these stops.  Reviewing my pics: old churches & beer.

Appears I was completely fascinated with the art of brewing (‘though I don’t booze beer these days).  And when not focused on fermentation, I snapped pics – tens & tens of pics – of Catholic cathedrals (nope, not Catholic either).  An unlikely combination, both found in abundance in Ireland’s capital.  Not making excuses.  HUGE FAN of both history & science.

Gothic cathedrals founded centuries ago, end of the Roman Empire.  Hops, natural spring water from County Wicklow.  Churches & beer.  Aside from the science of making beer, spent an hour+ viewing old-era advertising.  ‘Whistling Oyster’, a bicycling fish & Guinness’ lovely day Toucan.  A lifetime past, I worked in New York media.  But never ever, a bicycling fish.  LOL>

St Patrick’s Cathedral, Christ Church Cathedral, the Dublinia.  Finished the day walking Dublin Castle.  Bus-abandoned somewhere near the river Liffey, service stopped at 6pm – who knew?  3-mile walk thru city neighborhoods & 2 seedy back-alleys (alive with drunks & shouting police).  Picked up the pace, made no direct eye contact…a Google-map death wish.  Yikes!

Tomorrow, Sis is arriving from St. Louis.  Let the games begin ❤

 

 

Bicycling Fish & a Whistling Oyster (Guinness Storehouse)

 

 

 

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