We, the FRALICKS just had an excellent family reunion in TAOS, NEWMEXICO. We all had a great time while there and, cousin KYM organized it. We GOLFED, MOUNTAIN BIKED, WHITE WATER RAFTED, RODE A TROLLEY CAR TOUR BUS. And just basically did a lot of shopping for such things as Native American JEWELRY, POTTERY, and what have you. I bought two rings, both big enough for my middle finger. One, which was exactly like one, I had bought 15 years earlier at the NEWMEXICO State fair in ALBEQUERKIE. This ring which is to be worn on the middle finger of either hand has a red CARDINAL on it. The CARDINAL is made out of CORAL I assume sitting on a branch or tree limb made of some greenish type of stone, possibly TOURQOISE. Anyhow, what's so exciting about this ring, aside from the fact that if I so desire and get angry with someone which is highly unlikely, I can just hold up my hand with the bird sitting up right on the branch, and say HEY BUDDY READ BETWEEN THE LINES, is the fact that it's the exact same ring I bought 15 years ago. Essentially, I'D be flipping the person off by just holding up my hand. Well, you say why not just flip the person off. Well, that's easier said than done. Especially, with my RIGHT hand. Because of the TBI I survived, I have a very, very hard time contorting my fingers into THAT shape. Hence, it's a lot easier to just hold my hand up and politely ask the person to read between the lines.:>}

I also bought another ring, again a large ring. This one however, has a BEAR CLAW on it, inlaid also, this time in TOURQOISE. I bought this ring because it was the INDIAN name of my UNCLE BUMPS' son. He also made jewelry and sold it as well as other INDIAN jewelry. Since his INDIAN name was BEARTOES really STANLEY BARTOS I thought if I wore this ring, I would be reminded of STANLEY. Whom, I think died of HEPATITIS just after the one and only time I ever met him. I only know that he, at some point made or ran a jewelry store in WINDOW ROCK, AZ. However, I'M not real sure of this. However, I do remember that he had a NAVAHO wife. His father's name was STANLEY also, except everyone called him BUMPS. I guess, because he was always getting in and out of SCRAPES, apparently he led a very adventurous life. As a matter of fact I remember hearing a story about him that went like this. When he was about seventy, he rode off into the desert by himself. He told me himself that one time also he was by himself, and went with some kids he met. He went white water rafting down some river, fell in, and had to get out, take his clothes off, and dry off on the rocks in the sun then ride back on his horse to the nearest town. Or something like that. Now, I know where I got the ability to be such a story teller from. It must be in the genes. It's not in the skirts or dresses I can tell you that much. :>)}All of my stories are true as I'M sure most of his were also. I'VE been told though, that my ability to recant tales reminds my relatives of my great uncle BUMPS.