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    MACEE BEERS joins other Fayette Elementary School students for the annual Mini-Cheer performance during the half-time break at the basketball game.
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    CHILDREN at Stair District Library’s Family Story Time toss scarves into the air during an activity. The evening program provided a mix of stories, songs, dancing, crafts and snacks Monday evening. The program is offered at 5:30 p.m. every Monday for five more weeks. The program is designed for three to five year olds and their family.
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    THE INTERVIEW—Evelyn Joughin (right) records the interaction with an iPad while Jack Varga, next to her, asks questions of Morenci Elementary School principal Gail Frey. Morenci senior Sam Cool (standing) listens. Cool serves as the editor for the newspaper written by members of Mrs. Barrett’s second grade class.
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    WRITING CODE—Brock Christle (left), a Morenci fifth grade student, takes a look at the progress being made by fourth grader Anthony Lewis. Libby Rorick, a sixth grade student, is next in a line of girls trying out the coding tutorials. This year marked Morenci’s second year of participation in the Hour of Code project.
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    MORENCI’S three Skelton brothers were remembered with both tears and laughter last week during a candlelight vigil at Wakefield Park. Several people came out of the crowd to give their recollection of the boys who have now been missing for five years.
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    REMIE RYAN (left) tries to dodge the foam wand held by Hayden Bays during physical education class at Morenci Elementary School. In the background, Lauryn Dominique and Brooklyn Williams stay clear of the tag. Second grade students were working on cardiovascular health on the first day back from vacation. For the record, Safety Tag is a very difficult sport to photograph.
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    MORENCI student Dalton McCowan puts everything into a dead lift attempt Saturday morning during the Wyseguy Push/Pull event. Lifters helped raise more than $1,600 for the family of the late Devin Wyse, a former Morenci power-lifter who graduated last year. Commemorative T-shirts are still available by contacting teacher Dan Hoffman.

2010.04.14 California, Ireland...it's all the same to me

Written by David Green.

By COLLEEN LEDDY

I wanted to go to Ireland, but I ended up in L.A.…and Loma Linda.

That’s the kind of thing that happens when you’re more devoted to your children—and your bizarre reading habits—than your travel plans. Although, really, I was only considering Ireland in the first place because of one of my children.

Back when Maddie’s post-overseas study plans included a jaunt through Europe and a stint working on an organic farm in Italy, Rosie and I were going to meet her in Ireland.  I’d felt Ireland calling me for some time. It started around St. Patrick’s Day in 2001 when a little Irish band played at the hospice in the Bronx where I was visiting my mother a month before she died.

The music tugged at me, brought tears to my eyes. At once I felt pulled to get in touch with my roots while at the same time realizing my mother was fading away. I knew she’d never make the trip to see her ancestors…not that she ever said she wanted to that I can recall, but it was obvious that a mother-daughter trip to Ireland wasn’t ever going to be in the stars.

So, when Maddie thought she would go to Europe after a journey that would take her to Thailand, Malaysia, Vietnam, Cambodia, and Jakarta and Bali in Indonesia, we planned to meet her in Dublin and set out across the country, looking for the great green hills and dales, ancient castles, neighborhood pubs, the lilting beautiful sound of Irish accents and the lively music.

We checked flights, a variety of package deals including castle stays and free car rental, possibly cheaper versions involving hostels and public transportation and do-it-yourself arrangements that also included renting a car...which included the nagging little problem of driving on the wrong side of the car on the wrong side of the road.

While we debated the merits of the different plans, the price of flights rose and rose. And then Maddie decided not to travel around Europe by herself; she couldn’t afford it anyway, she said. So, there didn’t seem to be much point in meeting her in Ireland.

Then I recalled the article I’d read in AARP magazine about Blue Zones, those places in the world where a high proportion of the residents live to be over 100 years old. Loma Linda in California, with its large population of non-smoking, physically active, vegetarian Seventh Day Adventists had been identified as the only Blue Zone in the United States.

I figured Rosie and I could just meet Maddie in Los Angeles, I could visit with my old friend Sondra who lives in Long Beach, and see what this Blue Zone business was all about.

We went in search of Loma Linda on a Saturday—and it was a complete bust. We drove around and around and found nothing but hospitals and a small college. There appeared to be no downtown area and very few people were out and about.

We stopped at the college library and discovered the school was on spring break. A security guard sitting in his car with nothing to do informed us that there was no downtown and the hours sign at the closed Seventh Day Adventist bookstore in the strip mall informed us Saturday is the Sabbath Day.

I probably shouldn’t judge all Blue Zones by Loma Linda on a spring break Saturday, but I immediately abandoned my future plans to visit the other four Blue Zones in the world. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a more boring place...especially a place where there wasn’t even really a place.

It wasn’t a complete bust, though. Before leaving Morenci, I had discovered our old friend Laurie Smith lives only four miles from Loma Linda. We met her in the very lively, very vibrant, action-packed town of Redlands, just down the road from Loma Linda—that must be where everyone goes to die a young, but exciting, life.

And, later in our journey, as we traveled up the absolutely amazing coastline of California to San Francisco, we encountered so many similarities to what we figured we might have experienced in Ireland: Gaelic-typestyle street signs in San Luis Obispo, a castle in San Simeon, fierce ocean waves beating on craggy rocks, green-covered mountains shrouded in mist, and in San Francisco, a pub next to our hotel.

California appeared to have everything Ireland offered—but the biggest upside of this alternate journey is one Rosie observed.

“And we get to drive on the right side of the road here,” she said. “We can’t do that in Ireland.”

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