Where there’s a will, there will be a way. I found proof.
I’m smitten with this harsh and hot land.
Completely in love.
Where some people see failure, death and destruction, I see life.
I see it in the little trickles of water, in the Shoshan people, in the creosote, mesquite, the ephemeral spring flowers, the animals and the cacti…
…and in those who saw what I see.
This is the Amargosa Opera House.
It’s the home of the late Marta Becket. It is now on the National Register of Historic Places.
You can go read all about it, but in a nutshell, in 1967, Marta, who was a New York Ballerina, got a flat tire, had it fixed in a gas station right across the street, saw, what was then the remains of a row of shops and a dance hall for the old Borax mining company, rented it…
She painted the walls, ceiling and stage of the little dance hall, and danced and danced for the next 40 years there.
At first she had an audience of maybe 6 people, but eventually, this little opera house and Marta danced their way into history.
But I think that the most important this is that Marta did what she wanted to do…fulfilled her life’s purpose. Danced like no one was watching, because some times no one was watching, and lived happily ever after. (I imagine)
It took her five years, but I love the way she painted her own audience and just worked her art, did her own magic, made herself happy.
a few miles from Amargosa…ok, 89 miles but who’s counting, is the life’s work of another person who is an inspiration to me.
The China Ranch Date Farm is a little island of life.
The history is shaky and a bit sad, but it seems that a Chinese man, a refugee who worked the mines, decided that the miners lacked fruit in this harsh climate, and so planted a grove of date trees in this little area where there is a natural freshwater spring.
Eventually, he was usurped by a man named Morrison who owned guns…at gunpoint…the wild west.
But what remains is a legacy. A legacy of making it. Making a life of love and contentment…although I’m sure there were tons of road bumps and serious potholes along the way.
Still, that life well lived, a legacy to follow, that to me is the most wonderful life.
Read: To Dance on Sands by Marta Becket
Listened to: Glory in Death by J.D. Robb (Nora Roberts)
Robert Frank Gasch
The Legacy of your life, Veronica. A life well lived.
Veronica,I have also visited and felt the magic of the desert. It’s a life changing experience which at times felt connected to Canada through it’s vast landscape..as if anything is possible. I’ve wondered if ley lines form the connection for me who knows? Thank-you for the Marta story! Wondering if you connected to the story of her protege who has a travelling circus in that area? Teatro El Grande https://www.facebook.com/Jdog3/ Take care and know that just like Marta there is beauty in living your own story.
Debra She Who Seeks
What a charming and inspiring story about the Amargosa Opera House and Marta Becket!
what a fantastic adventure you are having … i am thrilled to be able to follow
So glad you got to learn of these stories, Veronica. There are so many like this, of similar determination and freedom of thought, among the hills and valleys of the Southwest. There are still people doing their thing out there–quietly determined to do things their way. It’s marvelous when someone like you documents them for others. Great job of spreading the word and images of your finds. <3