Thinking back 50 years to the time when I first moved to Madera, I remember the small and clean downtown where even kids could wander the business district without concern for their well-being. Those were far better days than what we have today. Periodically when Leon Emo writes of his travels through Madera, he cites the same memories I have within my recollection.
All the businesses now gone from our town are brought back to life as he paints that picture of Madera in your mind: Bruno’s, The Mexican Kitchen, Brammer’s shoes, Rasco’s — you get the picture.
In his desert travels he describes his adventures into solitude in a way that causes me to feel that hot wind on the back of my neck, and to see those vivid colors of the sunset. Then hear the quiet of the desert and those canyons he explores. His tails of friends met along the way in those forgotten towns and settlements bring back thoughts of many of my friends now departed, and he does so in a way that makes their loss to this world a not-so-tragic event. I think his articles when writing about people no longer of this earth instill a sense of peace and calmness at their loss.
His most recent article about desert travels in the June 30 Tribune is the exact manner and style of story of which I speak. It painted the picture in the mind as the words flowed onto paper. A masterful and enjoyable piece of writing.
I commend Mr. Emo for his style and descriptive writing that causes you to live those adventures with him. As long as he writes I will read. The Tribune truly has an asset in his abilities.