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Rhonda & Rebecca: My Amazing Teaching Teammates!

My teaching teammates, Rhonda & Rebecca, have stayed not only colleagues but dear friends for more than thirty years. What a trio we made at Washington middle school in Albuquerque!

Our meeting was hilarious! In 1991, Joey Vigil, the principal, hired me at Washington middle school, then he left before school started, and Mary Tarango became my new principal. At the time, I lived in Raton, New Mexico, so I made a trip to Albuquerque for the interview. Joey had suggested I might want to meet the teacher I would be “team-teaching” with. So, I returned to Albuquerque once more in mid-summer, after setting up a meeting.

When I met with Jane Duncan in her classroom, we hit it off wonderfully, until I said, “I have these plans for my language arts class. What do you think?”

“Wait a minute! I teach language arts!” she exclaimed. We knew there was a mess-up, so we ran down to the office. Mary apologized and said, “Larada, you teach with Rhonda Sandoval. Give her a call and maybe you two can meet before you go back to Raton.”

So, I called Rhonda and asked when she wanted to meet. “The week before school starts works for me,” she replied! What a difference!

When we met, Rhonda said she grew up in Cuba—I hadn’t met a Cuban before. I responded, “Boy, you don’t have much of an accent.”

She laughed, “Cuba, New Mexico, not the country of Cuba.”

So, our team was formed! We worked together for 8 and ½ years. Originally Rhonda taught Science, Math and Social Studies; I taught Language arts, Literature and Spanish. What a heyday in education this was! We were responsible for everything for our students: discipline, curriculum, everything! I loved this “Middle School” model. Being a sociology major, Rhonda taught me class management skills, focusing any disciplinary action as a learning experience for the student.

During this time, we did interdisciplinary units. When we did a unit, we focused lessons on all content areas, and what a rich learning experience for our students instead of worksheets and seat work. An example was our Future Cities unit with a science focus. Students begged to stay in at lunch to work on this project. We also did a Native American unit where we lined our hallway with miniature teepees. We had potlucks as often as we could, thoroughly enjoying the delicious Mexican food provided by the parents. I really learned what team-teaching was with Rhonda.

One year, I found a wonderful middle school Halloween play with lots of vampire parts! One of our educational assistants translated the whole play into Spanish. So, for each class, we had an English version and a Spanish version. My focus was the students memorizing their lines. Rhonda shocked me the first year with her set design. Halloween morning, we arrived early with students waiting for us to put their make up on. What a day we had! That became one of my favorite units working with Rhonda!

One favorite yearly celebration I organized with my students was a surprise birthday party for Rhonda in January. Our students loved helping me and kept the secret! I’m sure the first year we surprised her, but every year after that, she always acted surprised, and it blessed the students so much!

Our relationship grew past just colleagues, and we became fast friends. We took care of each other during personal times of stress over the years, and it continued after I left Washington middle school. When Mom was sick in the hospital, Rhonda came once with a homemade pie for us and then just to visit. And our friendship stands as strong today as it did in 1991—33 years ago! We get together periodically to catch up on each ourselves’ lives.

Then at a certain point, our team of two grew to three. Mary, our principal, asked Rhonda to take a student teacher. We discussed it at the time and decided it was time to grow. Because of her amazing student teaching time with us, Mary hired Rebecca, and she joined our team the next year, and our teaching assignments change. Rhonda taught Math and Science; Rebecca taught Social Studies and Literature; I taught Language Arts and Spanish. We marveled at how easily Rebecca fit in with us! We loved her positivity! She warned us she would have a boat after she graduated. We laughed at the thought of it on a teacher’s salary. At the end of the year, we bought her a Barbie boat for her graduation party. And guess what? Rebecca had a boat within a year.

I’m not sure how many years the three of us worked together—those wonderful days all melt into one, but I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent with them. We worked hard and balanced it with delicious lunch times at our favorite Chinese restaurant, Liu’s, near the school. Often, we had “Friday Afternoon Club” times together after work at a local bar with other dear friends from La Washa, our dear nickname for Washington middle school. So many memorable times together—and they have continued.

So, at the end of 1999, I left Rhonda and Rebecca—one of the hardest decisions I ever made. Because I had been having an issue with the new principal, I had been looking at other schools. Then there was a gun incident with one of my students who brought a gun to shoot me, and my transfer to another school became a part of the agreement made as a result of that.

My retirement party with La Washa Ladies! - Rhonda
My retirement party with La Washa Ladies! Back row: Carolyn, Rhonda, Danette, Aggie, Rebecca. Front row: Isabel, Larada & Mary

But the three of us stayed connected with dinners together, and we continued our involvement in each other’s lives. We attended a wedding of one of Rebecca’s daughters. When Mom died, Rhonda and Rebecca drove the four-hour drive to Trinidad, Colorado to Mom’s funeral to support me. After I retired, Rhonda threw a fun-filled party for me with several of our La Washa friends, including Mary, our principal. When Rebecca’s sister died a couple years ago and her dad died last year, Rhonda and I supported her by going to their funerals. Rhonda’s Dad died last year, so Rebecca, Carolyn (another La Washa teacher) and I drove to Cuba, New Mexico to support Rhonda and her mom.

Here thirty-some years later, we have a precious relationship, spanning so much change. In those years I’ve married three times and divorced twice. Rhonda and Rebecca stood up with me as two of my maids of honor at my marriage to Lin in 2011.

Now we get together occasionally—Christmas time for sure. We stay connect a lot through Rebecca’s texts about the current fundraiser for her granddaughter’s sport team or the lotto has gone off the map. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, if I called either or both of them, they would be there immediately. That’s what thirty+ years of friendship and professional connections looks like!

Do you have women like this in your life? I have had so much fun celebration Women’s History Month with the women in my life. One more week to go! Join me next week for my celebration of the women in my life!

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Two Loveland Girlfriends Celebrated: After 40 Years!

Sherrie, Larada and Lynn on a Zoom meeting - Loveland
Sherrie, Larada and Lynn on a Zoom meeting

Two Loveland girlfriends continue to be a part of my life forty years later! I continue with my Women’s History Month focus. We meet once a month on Zoom, and yesterday we met and I interviewed them for this blog post! Here they are: Lynn Hafer and Sherrie Crandal!

Lynn and I met in 1979 when my first husband and I moved to Loveland, Colorado. She worked at a real estate office part time and greeted us warmly. She worked full time as a lab tech. Being hospitable, Lynn asked us about any church affiliation. We told her we had already connected with the priest at All Saints, the Episcopal church there. Excited, she said, “That’s where I go!” And from then on, I saw her weekly and our friendship grew.

Later that year, my first husband and I planned a trip to Mexico, and because of her extensive travel experience, Lynn guided us in our first international trip and a second one later—wise suggestions that helped me a lot then and I continue to use to this day.

After my first divorce, Lynn and I became travel partners, venturing to the Mexican Yucatan peninsula several times. From my first sight of Mayan ruins, I was hooked! After our trips to several sites there—Cobá, Chicken Itza, and Tulum, we decided to visit the biggest Mayan ruin in Guatemala in Tikal which was our last international trip!

That trip turned out to be a trip of a lifetime! On the first leg of the trip, we flew into Guatemala City and caught a boat out to Cay Caulker to spend a relaxing week on the island, snorkeling and enjoying the tropical setting. Then we rode the Batty Brothers Bus service from Guatemala City to catch a plane to Tikal. The oversized ruins overwhelmed the jungle and delighted us so.

(This afternoon, I grabbed my photo album of our Guatemala trip and would have shared more photos, but the snow has blocked our StarLink connection and I can’t scan them!)

After each trip, we came home with hilarious stories and experiences, like the time we added an ex-nun and ex-priest who married to our entourage to go see Chicken Itza. At that time, Mexico had a gas shortage, and he tried to help us siphon some gas and sucked on the hose too hard and ingested gas—Ugh!

During our first trip to Mexico, Lynn taught me how to compromise. We ended up at Playa del Carmen when we thought we were going to be in Cancun. Some experienced travelers advised us to rent a car in Cancun and enjoy that side of the peninsula, so we did! I desperately wanted to go Chicken Itza, but we had received some advice from locals not to drive the “short cut” there because of “the banditos,” but we were running out of time. The longer route would take more time. Lynn showed me how to weigh the pros and cons, to be honest about what I wanted and to compromise! I had never experienced anything like that in my young life (I was about 28-30 years old at the time).

On our last trip in 1990, we did a “Tony Hillerman” tour of Arizona and New Mexico, camping out at the Grand Canyon and Canyon de Chelly. What a time we had!

Yesterday, Lynn shared a story about me talking in my sleep on many of our trips, but sited one particular event. I raised up in bed and told her there was someone in the room. She told me no there wasn’t and to go back to sleep—and I did!

Lynn has two sons, and I have been especially close to her youngest, Chris, who joined our conversation yesterday!

Lynn and I stayed connected over the years with her a regular at two of my weddings: to Mike in 1992 and to Lin in 2011 when she was one of my bride maids. In 2011, we introduced Lynn to square dancing at our wedding and she went home and started lessons!

Larada, Lin, Lynn & Mom in Branson - Loveland
Larada, Lin, Lynn & Mom in Branson

When Lynn joined me in Branson, Colorado, it was always a treat and Mom loved her dearly. Over the years, I stopped in at her home in Loveland traveling with my ex-husband and his family, with Mom on a couple of trips and with Lin! Lynn’s hospitality always welcomed me back.

In 1982, I went back to school at Colorado State University in Fort Collins, Colorado to become a teacher. I bought a mobile home with two extra bedrooms. My God provided me with the best roommates in Sherrie Crandal and her son, Aaron that year.

We met at All Saints Episcopal church and became fast friends. Not having children, I wondered about taking in a woman with a youngster as a roommate. It turned out to be an amazing blessing.

Christmas 1982, I had strep throat really bad, and we planned to go home to Branson. So, Sherrie drove, and I watched a horrible snowstorm following us down the front range of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. The storm hit after we arrived, so we celebrated a beautiful, white Christmas. Dad thoroughly enjoyed taking them out on the ranch in the snow.

Aaron & Sherrie in Branson for Christmas in 1982 - Loveland
Aaron & Sherrie in Branson for Christmas in 1982

Sherrie remembered all the food Mom had prepared for just us! And I remember Sherrie getting up Christmas Eve morning and making a Christmas Tree Coffee Cake to die for!

She reminded me of a party I hosted with my international friends from the university with no alcohol and what a great time it was!

Sherrie and Aaron stayed with me for about two years, and this living arrangement helped us both financially and emotionally. I was recently divorced and hurting. They were new to Loveland, and being a single mom, she needed the financial help too. Sherrie and Aaron repeatedly filled my home with love and laughter. They went to Branson with me to visit my folks, and we enjoyed dancing at Branson dances. They left Loveland in 1990 for Arizona to live near her mother.

When I married Mike in 1992, Sherrie and Aaron came from Arizona to the wedding in Albuquerque, but we lost contact for almost thirty years. I sent her my yearly Christmas letter and card, but we had no conversations about major life events.

During those absent thirty years, Sherrie got her teaching degree in early childhood development and a masters degree in special education.

Then the pandemic hit! Because Lin and I took the shelter-in-place mandate seriously, we isolated here in our mountain home. The isolation set me to thinking about key people in my life I had lost contact with, and Sherrie came to mind. So, I emailed her about doing a Zoom meeting.

After our first one, which was full of ohs and ahs about our lives, we added Lynn Hafer and the three of us have met monthly since 2020! During each gathering, we updated each other on our lives. We laugh a lot. We share titles of books we’re reading, and we love each other.

I’ve known both of these amazing women for over forty years. Yesterday, when they were sharing stories about our lives together for this blog, we laughed—I grabbed my face and shrieked at some of those memories I had forgotten. Forty years, they have known me and loved me.

Finally, Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you! I hope you celebrated your Irish heritage today, even if you have none! And remember to celebrate all of your friends, especially those who have known you through thick and thin, like my two Loveland girlfriends!


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Margaret Taught Me to Knit: Women’s History Month Continues!

Margaret Lewis taught me to knit—a lifelong hobby I love! I continue celebrating Women’s History Month, and my personal heroines! Today, I honor Margaret Lewis, a lifelong friend and my Home Ec 4-H leader. I knit because of her!

Margaret Lewis at the 2013 Branson-Trinchera Reunion

This afternoon, I had a delightful conversation with Margaret Lewis and found out a bunch of information I didn’t know about her. When I stopped outside her house, childhood memories flooded me. During my childhood, Harry and Bea Warner lived in the house Margaret now lives in. I used to visit them regularly to get eggs. Such strong connections with the Warners and Margaret!

When I knocked at her door, she waved me in and we greeted each other warmly— she looked so good at 99 years old. Immediately, I started the interview and she aptly answered most of the questions with giggles and sighs ever so often.

Margaret Oxandaburu was born June 7, 1924 in Las Animas, Colorado. Her parents immigrated from France. They were French Basque. Her parents didn’t meet until they arrived in Las Animas and were there because of a couple, John & Jean Mary, who sponsored the two to come to the United States. This couple was called her parent’s “home parents.”

She was the youngest of six girls and grew up on their ranch south of Kim, Colorado, but her dad bought a house in Trinidad, 410 College Street. He took the six girls to Trinidad where she attended Holy Trinity Catholic School from kindergarten through twelfth grade.

After high school graduation, the six girls went to Trinidad State Junior College. Afterwards, Margaret went to Denver, Colorado to live with her sister Mary and husband Kenneth where she attended DU for several semesters. Then she finished her degree at Greeley with an elementary education certification.

After college, Margaret returned to their home ranch and rode a horse one to two miles to teach at Fallah Springs’ school for her first teaching assignment. Fallah Springs was fourteen miles south and east of Kim.

She met Don Lewis when he came home after the service. By that time, Margaret had several years of teaching under her belt. Also, by then she taught at Branson, Colorado. Because of the shortage of teachers with the men off to war, she taught English, history and math in the high school.

Branson Hotel & Restaurant - Margaret
Branson Hotel & Restaurant

At this time, she lived in the hotel ran by Mrs. Shaw which also had a restaurant. Two women teachers lived there: she and Clara Van Matre (who was a dear friend of my parents and our family). These two young women walked to school each morning together.

Don Lewis’ parents owned the ranch presently owned by Will Ward north of Branson. Margaret’s sister, Ray, and her husband, Toy, owned it for most of my life.

Don and Margaret married January 17, 1944 at Holy Trinity Church in Trinidad, Colorado. They had two children: Dave and Lori. Margaret lost both Don and Dave. But her family has grown exponential: she has seventeen grandchildren. Her daughter and husband live in Branson and take good care of her. And her grandchildren regularly keep in touch. Her eyes sparkled with pride when she talked of their accomplishments.

Teach - Margaret

As she thought back over her life here in Branson, Margaret noted she taught over fifty years in Trinidad, Fallah Springs and Branson. She remembered a memorable trip to France with her granddaughter Kerry and her husband, Jacob. And she noted she easily conversed in Basque there.

Margaret led 4-H groups in Trinidad at East Side school when she taught there, but her longest run as a 4-H leader was in Branson, where she so deeply touched my life.

Knitting needles - Margaret

Thinking back, she remarked, “I taught a lot of girls to knit,” as we talked about her 4-H groups.

“You taught me to knit when I was ten,” I replied, “and I’m still knitting sixty years later.” Margaret taught me and her niece and my classmate, Kay, the same year to knit.

However, we didn’t talk about all the hours she taught me to sew, too! First year I made a red gingham apron, the requirement for the first year. Each year afterwards, the requirements got harder, and she continued to teach me more and more—how to put in a zipper, gather a skirt and so much more. Margaret dedicated hours to me and many others, teaching us individually!

When I asked her about her favorite memory about Branson, she sighed, “I have so many. It’s a charming little town.”

I knew she had a close relationship with Ray, her sister, who lived in the old Lewis place north of Branson. She shared a hilarious story: they each had two-way-radios. So, when they talked on them, they talked in Basque. Other, listening in, heard them and had no idea what they were saying and these two mischievous women loved that. Margaret also helped Ray out with her nine children.

Her niece, Kay, and I were in the same class, so I was with them often. When I joined them on trips to Trinidad, they stopped by 410 College Street to visit Grandma Oxandaburu and Uncle Cadet. I remember hearing them speak Basque and they taught me how to say “hello” to them in Basque. It sounded so luscious! Uncle Cadet was her dad’s brother and they had worked together. She noted he was a bachelor.

Before I left, she asked about my husband, Lin, remembering sitting next to him at the banquet at the prom at the school several years ago. She reminisced about watching my parents dance. I have known her my whole life. As we talked, she’d forget some details and said, “I’ll remember when we circle back.” What a memory she has for 99 years!

We ended our visit with her identifying five languages she can speak: French Basque, French, Spanish, English and Italian—what an amazing woman! As I gathered my things, we hugged a couple times, lingering over the memories and our sweet relationship. We moved to the front door, still holding on to more memories and relationships. I updated her on my family.

Yes, Margaret has always been a heroine of mine. This gentle, quiet, loving woman taught me so much, but more importantly—loved me and encouraged me my whole life! I look forward to big celebration in June of 100th birthday!

Did you have an adult in your childhood that not only taught you skills but so much more? Let me know.


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March—Let’s Celebrate Women’s History Month

Two young friends dancing - March

Last year during March I celebrated women in my life, not well-known women but family and friends. Looking at women in my life, I truly enjoyed honoring those women who touched me in a special way. I want to continue that tradition this year.

So, this year I want to honor my childhood and lifelong friend, Candy McMillan Vargas.

Me, Candy, Randy & Bub, October 1954

Candy was born on July 8, 1952, and my brother, Harold (Bub) was born May 25, 1952. Our mothers enjoyed being young pregnant women together, telling hilarious stories about getting their car stuck in the mud with their enormous bellies. Candy’s dad and my dad were best friends. So, we grew up together.

For many years, Candy and I were the only girls in Branson, Colorado, a small ranching town. So, I remember my early playtime with her—donning our mom’s dresses, hats, and shoes. Then we threw purses over our shoulders. Those female items transported us to be Ethel and Lucy for sure.

Dressed up at the Sweetheart dance to gather donations - Jill, Candy & me
Dressed up at the Sweetheart dance to gather donations

So much of my childhood memories center on Candy and her family. They owned the grocery store in Branson, so we visited often. Also, back then, people visited each other’s houses in the evening.

Candy’s dad shared the same date as my birthday, June 27, so he and I had a special gift exchange each year—another thing that tied our families together.

Group of cheerleaders - 1963-64 - Candy bottom row, second from the right & me first on the right
Group of cheerleaders – 1963-64. Candy bottom row, second from the right & me first on the right

Candy moved away about the time she was twelve, but we didn’t lose contact. One morning she arrived at our doorstep at 6:00 AM, having just jumped off the train to come and see us. We felt like she was family.

Candy moved back to Trinidad, Colorado and graduated from high school there. We ended up going to Trinidad State Junior College together her last year, then she moved to Pueblo, Colorado. Candy was maid-of-honor at my first and second wedding. For my last wedding to Lin, she had passed away six weeks before.

She married Michael Vargas in Pueblo, and I was her matron-of-honor. Then they moved to Denver, just a few short blocks from where my first husband and I lived. I celebrated with her and Michael when their children, Sonia and Shane, were born.

When I graduated in 1986 from Colorado State University, Mom and Dad hosted a major shindig at a bar I frequented often, and Candy catered the delicious meal. She also partied like a crazy lady with me to celebrate my big day.

Candy listened to all my woes about my first husband, our marriage and divorce. After our divorce and my graduation from Fort Collins, Colorado, I lived with her and Michael for six months to get established in Denver because I got a teaching job there. I will always treasure those six months living with her and her family—special fun family times like cheering on the Broncos on Sundays and weekly watching Cheers, one of our favorite TV shows at the time. She always came to my rescue and added to my life.

When I moved to Raton, New Mexico, she continued having me cut her hair every six weeks and lined up enough friends to get perms and cuts to make my trip profitable. (I was a beautician for 14 years before becoming a teacher.).

Candy & me at Cripple Creek, Colorado celebrating my birthday
Candy & me at Cripple Creek, Colorado celebrating my birthday

In 2005, when Lela, my sister-in-law died, we had a second funeral and her burial in Branson. Candy brought a tent to set up out in the backyard because of the hot July weather and helped Mom and I handle the meal after the service.

Diagnosed with kidney cancer, a group of her friends bought these “Team Candy Rocks!” t-shirts to support her. She loved the idea. I still have my “Team Candy Rocks!” t-shirt tucked away in a safe place.

Mom & I in our Team Candy Rocks T-shirts
Mom & I in our Team Candy Rocks T-shirts

Candy died September 13, 2011, and I had been experiencing some strange health episodes. The night she died, I had one of the worst ones yet at a square dance. After calling 911, I went to the hospital. They found nothing identifiably wrong, but my doctor strongly suggested I not drive to Denver, Colorado for her funeral on September 19. So, I didn’t, but I took the day off from work and had a private ceremony I prepared at home by myself. That broke my heart not to honor her by attending! I will always regret not saying goodbye formally to her and her family I love so much. Sonia, her daughter, told me later they had a rose for me to lay on her coffin at the burial site. Candy’s daughter takes after her mother in so many ways!

Candy’s hilarious sense-of-humor and jokes, her delicious home-cooked meals steeped in Texan traditions and her deep friendship remind me daily of my dear friend. I still see her sparkling eyes and hear her contagious laughter and know that I am a better person for having known her and been loved by her. Thank you, Candy, for everything you did.

Yes, March is here again, and I have looked forward to this time of honoring the women in my life. Candy holds a high place of honor for me!

Do you have a woman in your life you need to honor this month? Because of her death, I lost the opportunity of doing this while she lived, but it’s never too late. Be sure and honor the women in your life today!


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