I love it when we play 1950

This amazing Sears home built in the 1878 belonged to a saint of a woman named Dorothy Gilmore Roman. (Of course she was a Gilmore!) She was smart, generous, adventurous, an active Democrat (yas kween!) and she lived to be 101 years old. Her home is now open to visitors of Buena Vista, Colorado to stay--like me and B this past weekend--and her style and legacy and story live on. 





"What is the purpose, the meaning of living? One must use the difficulties, disappointments, and hardships that come our way as material, which the mind can force to become somehow good. The desire to look back over the past is a sign of age and weakness. We need to look forward and develop into what we are capable of becoming. We may be sure there is deliverance from every unfavorable condition in our lives when we have fitted ourselves to accept it. Believe in yourself, believe in humanity, believe in the success of your undertakings. Fear nothing and no one. Keep in touch with today. Teach yourself to be practical, up to date and sensible, and then you cannot fail."

--Dorothy Roman Gilmore

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