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                                                               Nathan and Imogene Bolls with Barbara


  Frank enjoying his pipe in Arroyo Seco


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I’m from New Mexico and even worked there as a newspaperman for several years in the ‘60s, but I never heard of Frank Waters until I chanced onto his story about “Cry Baby” in the July issue of New Mexico Magazine.  A truly wonderful piece of writing, and from several points.  On the one hand, I admire his writing style, but I also envy it because it is so soft, flowing, beautiful, and such a pleasure to read. I have written all my life and am almost never satisfied with my writing. On the other hand, I am fascinated by the human attributes (though that is not the correct term) Mr. Waters gives to animals in his story on “Cry Baby”. He certainly knew and appreciated and loved that horse.

                        For some reason the relationship he had with horses troubles me. I’m not sure why. I know that a bond can develop between a man and a dog or a horse or other animals, but I don’t understand that bond and how it connects from a creature of one type to a creature that is totally different. I can’t (as Mr. Waters said in something else I’m reading about him) just accept that relationship or go as far as Mr. Waters did with “Cry Baby” because I cannot rationalize it. So, it troubles, no puzzles me. Though, if I read Mr. Waters correctly, I would be best to just accept and enjoy the relationship without worrying about anything else.

                        I am reading more about him and plan to read some of his novels, though I am not a fan of fiction.

                        Thanks for the web site. Oh, yes, I worked as a reporter in several states, but the place I always got the wildest, most interesting and amazing stories was in New Mexico. And, the best newspaperman I ever worked for was Gordon Greaves, the late editor of the News-Tribune.

John Meekins

(No writers that I know of have been fully satisfied with their own writing – including Frank Waters.  Barbara Waters)



Great site!

                        I just stumbled on to it this morning and have been possessed for the past two hours!

                        Frank Waters is like a close family member to me. Although we never met, the parallel paths of our lives are stunning.

                        For many years I ALWAYS have had a Frank Waters book nearby to read a few pages and marvel at the thorough process…the wordsmith, the presence, the spirituality, and the realization of the mystery of this life.

                        I have often looked up El Salto and visualized Frank tearing down through the dust in his red Ford, head tossed back smiling, and wished so much that somewhere in the universe Frank is happy without suffering and content in Knowing the contribution he bestowed on Planet Earth and the individuals that occupy this space for an almost laughable short time.

                        Mr. Waters sparked my heart eternally and I will Always be so grateful.

                        Barbara, the book you wrote was wonderful. I enjoyed it VERY much! You spoke a language of sweetness that resonated deeply.

                        The work you have done since Frank’s passing has been an absolute gold mine.

                        I know you’re up on El Salto still, and I send you good will and appreciation for who you are and the effort of your day, week, month…life.

                        I am obviously not a writer, but I am an eternal Cosmic Brother and in this life just another “Leo from the wrong side of the tracks” in Colorado Springs.

                        My Love and Good Wishes to you and your universe.

David Glosson

Tampa/Arroyo Seco

(You write from the heart, the sign of a true writer.  Thanks for caring.  BW)



I know you get a lot of poems about Frank, and this isn’t even a “real” poem. But I wrote this some months after he passed, and thought I’d send it on. There are times the memory of him is just so poignant. Just knowing him as briefly as we did (Bob and I and our three kids) was a joy. And, of course the Christmas cards (which you mostly wrote) were wonderful.

            Hope you are doing all right, health and happiness-wise.

            Hello from Houston, where we’re still doing musicals.

Diana Linder

Frank Waters


Diana Linder


The thing you saw when you met him,

that wonderful slash of mouth

smiling with a chuckle

that came from somewhere deep in his chest.


He took your hand with a warm paw,

and made you feel at home……

as if perhaps you might have crossed paths

on horseback, in some other lifetime.


His eyes had warmth and wisdom

besides a good deal of humor,

most of which seemed to come from knowing

when to listen.


He spoke in regular words

but the echo of them followed you

like chimes on a windy day……

At time, in quiet, you can hear them still.


Mostly he seemed like real people,

the kind that like bird songs

and elbow room, a good horse,

and a chance to tell a fine story.



(Thanks, Diana, for my special Valentine. You have captured him perfectly!  BW)



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