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Written by R.W.Cothern   

That is New Mexico's slogan and it is good advertising You see it on the car tags, and if you had been with me and my son Harold last week you would perhaps have found some of the things we saw "enchanting" indeed.

Being a district representative of the Humble Company he told mother and I that if we would come up and stay a few days with him in Albuquerque, he would take me with him on his rounds and dealers meetings in the north part of the state and go on over the line into Colorado to visit Uncle Ed, my 83 year old brother.

It was a lovely trip, a wonderful visit with my little boy Harold and a most enjoyable visit with my brother and his family. It had to be brief. I couldn't even see Elder Jimmie Smart and all those other lovely Baptists at Cortez but maybe next time.

We left Cortez in a big snow storm and the clouds came over the country like summer showers and we had bright sunshine one minute and a dash of snow the next. It hung in great blobs on the green fronds of pine and spruce and looked like a million acres of God's Christmas trees all spreading their arms out in some quiet solemn benediction. We drove slowly pausing now and then to look down in some beautiful valley with its little white ranch home and red barn hay fields and fine cattle. I caught myself humming "There'll Be Peace in the Valley" and I am sure there is always peace in every valley if Jesus reigns with them there.

We took a good look at old Durango and stopped for coffee in Pagosa Springs and then headed south for New Mexico the land of Enchantment. Just how long people have lived in New Mexico is a debatable question.

We stepped way down the Chama River to visit with some of these almost pure Castillion Spanish folks who came there from Spain ninety years before Santa Fe was built. Old San Juan was not a town but just a community strung along the river and is therefore not listed in the encyclopedia and few people know about their history. One of these men was a Humble dealer and he introduced us to his folks and we talked for some time about their long residence in a land that hazel always been kind to them. They are nice refined people as white as the whitest, not related to either the Indian or Mexican. They are modest and believe in the goodness of God with a sort of tenderness that melts one heart. "All my forefathers back for 447 years are buried in this quiet little valley," he said. It seemed strange to him that we thought a church house of two or three hundred years of age was an old building. "A good adobe house is always warm in the winter and cool in the summer and will never rot, burn up or blow away."

Then we came on to Espanola on the Rio Grande, had coffee with some business men of the old town and went on to Santa Fe a city of priests and politicians, of mansions and prisons.

I was glad when we arrived back in Albuquerque for our church was having its communion meeting that weekend and I found it the most enchanting of all else I had seen. Elder Sam Holt was there from Fort Worth and though he is 76 years of age he is still very able in the ministry.

I got to attend all the meeting except Friday night and thoroughly enjoyed each service especially Elder Archie Mobley's sermon Sunday morning followed by a most inspiring sermon by Brother Holt. The communion service Sunday afternoon was well attended and as sweet as any I think I ever took part in.

Brother Mobley had written me that he wanted me to go with him to Houston the fifth Sunday and I want to go so badly that I said 'Son, I will if it is the Lord's will.' That is a great responsibility for little me.

The brethren at Phoenix are begging me to come there and my own home church is having a fifth Sunday meeting at the same time. Wonder if I will ever live that down ....... am I doing wrong? .......will they all understand?

I love all of you and my heart leaps at the fond thought that we will someday be together.

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