BABY BJORN SYNERGY BLACK

Not for Kids Only

An aptly named album if ever there was one, Not for Kids Only combines the talents of two legendary performers, the late Jerry Garcia, singer-guitarist of the Grateful Dead, and David Grisman, mandolinist and father of "dawg music," a melding of bluegrass, jazz, swing, Latin, and Jewish klezmer sounds. On this 1993 recording, the two devoted friends make seemingly effortless music, adapting traditional and old-time folk into a personalized sound so "homemade" (with jew's-harp and tambourine) as to inspire any child, young or old, to pick up whatever's at hand to play along. From the jaunty rhythms of "Jenny Jenkins" to the cornball humor of "Arkansas Traveler" and the laugh-out-loud lyrics of "A Horse Named Bill" ("I had a girl and her name was Daisy / And when she sang the cat went crazy"), this album, with Garcia's delightful hand-drawn cover art, tickles from top to bottom. --Alanna Nash

The cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she thought; still it had very long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect.
"Cheshire Puss", she began, rather timidly , as she did not at all know whether it would like the name, however, it only grinned a little wider."Come, it's pleased so far," thought Alice, and she went on. "Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where--" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"---so long as I get to somewhere" Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh, you're sure to do that" said the Cat, "if you only walk enough."
Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question."What sort of people live about here?"
"In that direction," the Cat said , waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter, and in that direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like, they're both mad."
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat; "we're all mad here.I'm mad. You're mad.."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
Alice didn't think that it proved it at all....
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"Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?"
"I should like it very much," said Alice, "but I haven't been invited yet."
"You'll see me there," said the Cat, and vanished.
Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting used to queer things happening.While she was still looking at the place where it had been , it suddenly appeared again.
"By- the- bye, what happened to the baby?" said the Cat "I'd nearly forgotten to ask."
"It turned into a pig" Alice answered very quietly, just as if the Cat had come back in a natural way.
"I thought it would," said the Cat and vanished again..Alice waited a little half expected to see it again, but it didn't appear and after a minute or two she began to walk in the direction in which the March Hare was said to live. "Perhaps as this is May it won't be raving mad-at least not so mad as in March." As she said this, she looked up and there was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.
"Did you say pig or fig?" said the Cat.
"I said pig" replied Alice "and I wish you wouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly, you make one quite giddy."
"All right" said the Cat, and this time it Vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.
"Well' I've often seen a cat without a grin," thought Alice; but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever saw in all my life!"

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This grave, marked by a stone against a tree, is most likely that of the Foland Baby, who appears on Bud Ault's 1955 hand-drawn cemetery map without dates or further information.

This also could be that of mountain man Greazie Brown. Brown was a social outcast and family legend is that the only cemetery that would accept him was the Ault Family Cemetery. His dates of birth and death are not known to me; his given name was difficult to find, but proved to be Jake. Jake Brown was son of William Brown. He was friends with Anthony Granzella, of the prominent local Granzella family. When Brown died suddenly, the local story has it that Granzella put him on his horse (on which Brown always carried salt-blocks for his cattle) and brought him to this spot for burial. The location of his grave is marked on Bud Ault's hand-drawn cemetery map (1955) but is pencilled in using different handwriting. The location of this grave (39 33.581 N, 105 13.657 W) is about 15 yards west of the place noted for Greazie Brown on the 1955 map; it is more consistent with the location marked for the Foland Baby.

Greazie Brown was considered so contrary to society that he was buried opposite most of the other graves. The usual direction of burial here is head to the west (uphill). My photograph seems to show him buried at a 45-degree angle to other graves. It might be interesting to research this one.

Ault Family Cemetery Association, Turkey Creek area, near Morrison Colorado.

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