Life in Monument Valley

Monument Valley is a beautiful place and Hollywood appreciated it too. Many John Wayne films were shot here plus others. From my kitchen window I could see the two monuments called "The Mittens," You expected to see John Wayne and soldiers ride across the skyline. The skies were beautiful and one could see for miles. Leon was the band teacher, the only music offered was band. He enjoyed it. The school had grades 7 through 12 and 98 % Navajo. The only white kids were children of the teachers. The elementary school was in Mexican Hat. It was harder for me as there was not much to do.
Monument Valley consisted of the high school, Goulding’s motel and restaurant, a hospital and a service station with a small convenience store. I helped out at book fairs and would walk to the library to read the Church News. I also went for a lot of walks. To shop for groceries I could either drive to Kayenta, AZ, about 25 miles away or go to Blanding, UT which was about 75 miles away. The store there was larger, also there was a library in Blanding so that was my drive of choice.
We went to church in Mexican Hat, which was 21 miles away. I had five different callings in Mexican Hat. I was a counselor in Relief Society, a teacher in R.S. and chorister in R.S. and SS and Sacrament Meeting. I was also a visiting teacher. Our visits took us on many dirt roads and one never knew if the sister would be home. They, and we, had no phone! We couldn’t get a phone. The Navajo Nation did not want to add more phone lines so every Saturday I would go to the little convenience store and call Sylvia and use a telephone card I had. She would tell me how everyone was doing. Not too satisfactory. We were able to get cable so we could get good T.V. programs. They came from New Mexico or Denver, I can’t remember which; we couldn’t get Salt Lake stations. I did a lot of reading!
Several family members visited us. First, we had my Mom for about two months but it was hard because the pharmacy was over an hour away and our car was a little Toyota pickup. Not too comfortable for three people. We did turn it in and get a station wagon. Fred, Carol and family came, Rob and family, David and family, Tricia and family and Nancy and family. It was always fun to see loved ones. Alan and Mark had seen the area when they drove us down.
One of the favorite places to show visitors was the swinging bridge over the San Juan River. One felt like Indiana Jones going over it. Part of the time there were missing planks in the bridge and one could see right down to the water. After crossing the bridge, after a long walk, one could arrive at the 17 Room Ruins. Indian ruins, cliff houses, and they were so interesting. There would be no one around and one could climb into the ruins. It was like you had discovered them yourself. Sylvia and Brent had discovered this area when they lived in Montezuma Creek and had shown it to us.
We got very well acquainted with the area. We would drive to Cortez and Durango, CO and of course, into Blanding and Monticello in Utah. Many weekends we would drive up to Mt. Pleasant and stay with Syl and Brent. We also spent a summer with them. People needed to get away from Mon. Valley. Nothing going on there! Syl and Brent always made us feel welcome. We also drove to Albuquerque several times to see Tricia and Alan.