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“They are not long, the days of wine and roses/out of a misty dream/our path emerges for a while then closes/ within a dream.” Vitae Summa Brevis, Ernest Dowson, 1896
“Preserve our history” Los Alamos County Strategic Goals, 2005.
There is a day, which now exists only as an old article in The Atom (July 1967) with old black and white photos; as a weed grown tracery of missed opportunities and the road not taken; as wind across an empty expanse of grass. But oncemponcem time..............
It is June, 24,1967, and the pleasant little town of Los Alamos stands on the threshold of possibilities and opportunities, and well prepared to do so, having everything it needs to start its new life as a real town, filled with civic pride, with hope and optimism for the future, independent unto itself. It is the day of the dedication ceremonies of the new County Municipal Building, which ceremony includes the signing of the documents that formally transfer Los Alamos to Los Alamos.
It is the day when, after almost 20 years of effort, Los Alamos achieves the long sought goal of political independence, self government, and self determination. In his remarks, County Administrator Paul Noland says,
“The County Municipal Building symbolizes the development of Los Alamos as a ‘normal’ New Mexico community, and the County of Los Alamos as a ‘normal’ local government. “
As a warm summer evening falls, this most auspicious day in the life and history of Los Alamos draws to a close. Stars begin to appear in the crystal clarity of the high mountain air; little ones are tucked into their beds; and dreamers and lovers, young and old, stroll past the new Municipal Building, its light shining across the waters of Ashley Pond where ducks softly glide. It is the best of all possible beginnings.
Oncemponcem time – perhaps only yesterday, perhaps still tomorrow, depending on what we do today. Perhaps it is June 2010 and dreamers and lovers, young and old, stroll past the newly restored Municipal Building, its light shining across the waters of Ashley Pond where ducks softly glide. It still can be the best of all possible beginnings.