“The first time I stopped at Cameron was when I had my 1946 Ford. It was going to be a long drive, from the South Rim all the way to Kanab. And so my father suggested we stop. We noticed there was a cafe. So, over fried chicken, we had lunch there. We were the only customers on this lovely summer day.
“Mr. Richardson, the old man who owned the place, seemed to take a liking to me and invited me to breakfast. He told me stories of his early days there.
“The bridge over the Little Colorado was something of an innovation. I don’t what prompted them to build a second bridge there.
And it was the center for the Navajos. They brought their big packs of wool that would be stuffed into huge burlap sacks, some as big as eight feet. Then the wool would be taken to the rail depot in Flagstaff and the Santa fe Railroad. Of course, the Navajo also used the wool to weave beautiful blankets and rugs. Interestingly, what the Navajos often preferred was a Pendleton blanket.
“One year, we stayed at Cameron for a couple of weeks. My dad, who was a professional musician, taught a young girl who lived nearby how to play the piano. Those were good times.” …HR
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