Hey! I know this is a really old post now, but I've been really out of it lately and I missed this. New Mexico has been my home since I was 4, so I have a lot of feelings about the place.
And Truth or Consequences... well, that really brings back some memories. Previous commenter is right, about the chiles :) and the origin of the town's name. But it also used to be home to a children's orthopedic hospital named Carrie Tingley, after the former governor's wife who founded it, and it was placed there IIRC because of the hot springs in the area. I spend some time there when I was 12-13 for treatment of scoliosis and I do remember the hospital had a pool that was naturally heated by the hot springs. We could only use it early in the mornings because it would get unpleasantly warm after a few hours of (the very intense) sunshine.
T or C was also home to my great Aunt Daisy, whom I remember quite fondly because she came to visit me in the hospital when I was scared and alone, brought me little gifts and such, and was quite the character. When she was 82 she left her husband, Monroe, to live with her daughter in Texas, declaring, "I've put up with his abuse for 60 years and I'm not going to tolerate another minute of it!" *shrugs* As far as I knew, he spent all of his time fishing.
Ah, man... sorry for the ramble, but thanks for that walk down old Memory Lane!
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And Truth or Consequences... well, that really brings back some memories. Previous commenter is right, about the chiles :) and the origin of the town's name. But it also used to be home to a children's orthopedic hospital named Carrie Tingley, after the former governor's wife who founded it, and it was placed there IIRC because of the hot springs in the area. I spend some time there when I was 12-13 for treatment of scoliosis and I do remember the hospital had a pool that was naturally heated by the hot springs. We could only use it early in the mornings because it would get unpleasantly warm after a few hours of (the very intense) sunshine.
T or C was also home to my great Aunt Daisy, whom I remember quite fondly because she came to visit me in the hospital when I was scared and alone, brought me little gifts and such, and was quite the character. When she was 82 she left her husband, Monroe, to live with her daughter in Texas, declaring, "I've put up with his abuse for 60 years and I'm not going to tolerate another minute of it!" *shrugs* As far as I knew, he spent all of his time fishing.
Ah, man... sorry for the ramble, but thanks for that walk down old Memory Lane!