DADA GHOST TOWN

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In response to Noah Purifoy's Joshua Tree Outdoor Museum

http://www.noahpurifoy.com/joshua-tree-outdoor-museum

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We didn’t want to leave the town. All of us loved it there but the mines were empty and taking the bus to the city everyday wasn’t an option for most of us. I’m still thinking about how we went to Adrian’s little theatre to watch this guy dressed like a tin can recite poems. They were beautiful and somehow we could all relate to what he was saying. 

I remember missing school because the bikes were up on the roof again or going to the slide and coming home with sore knees and serious lacerations everywhere. Parents nowadays are too protective off their children. I mean we were unsupervised all the time and only four out of five minors in our town actually wound up having blood poisoning from the rusty playground.

Anyway… also one of my favourite childhood memories is when my mum used to climb up to the antennas to see if we were able to receive Television for the town’s local stack of TVs. All we ever got to see was the dark distorted image of ourselves but when the sun wasn’t shining right onto the screens the whole town got together and sat there for hours.