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Flashbacks from a
by Tricia Crabtree
As I stared at the back of the U-Haul for several hours, memories came
flooding back. A church had donated 100 chairs, so we loaded them up with
some of our belongings to put in storage before our final move to Ohio.

Scott was driving the truck and I followed behind in our vehicle. As we
drove down the road, many childhood memories came to mind.

When I was 10 years old, my family moved to Trinidad, Colorado, to
start a church. We left the comforts of home and a good church in Enid,
Oklahoma, to head to the mountains of Colorado. There was nothing
waiting for us. My dad had no job and no support, but we had all the
promises of God. I remember the trip in the U-Haul with the windows
down and wind blowing through my long, blonde hair. (I learned quickly
NOT to do this. I can still remember the agony of trying to get the knots
out afterward!) In the stillness of the night, I looked up at the starry sky and
wondered what adventures were ahead.

Later that night, we pulled into town and stayed at a dumpy hotel across
from Sopris Manor, the apartments that would become home. These were
rough apartments with music blaring and people shouting. The guy below
us had been stabbed 11 times in his sleep! Sopris Manor was surrounded
by three bars, but it would be the beginnings of the Bible Baptist Church of
Trinidad. We had church in our living room and at 10 years of age, I was
the church pianist. I began to hold a personal grudge against Mötley Crüe
because the people downstairs would blare their song “Shout at the Devil”
as loud as they could while I tried to play “Amazing Grace” for our services.

We eventually moved to a storefront, using a stock tank for a baptistry
so we would not have to baptize in the Purgatory River. (Think about it,
folks!) I was the guinea pig
and was baptized 14 times—
apparently the first 13 were
not sufficient.

Trinidad was a hotbed
of Catholicism with
undercurrents of the mafia.

I remember tales of a drug
plane that crashed into the
side of Fisher’s Peak. It was
said that on sunny days
one could see the sunlight
reflecting off the plane’s hull.

I wasted many hours as a kid
looking for that plane!
Number 1, 2018