Thoughts about Mama Liberty (last updated on 27 November 2019)
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The Bartons of the Black Hills
My family and I always called her “Lady Susan” as we first met her in the old Liberty Round Table, also known as the Knights of Non-Aggression.
We were fortunate enough to enjoy two of the conclaves, which we hosted. One with a close friend on his ranch near Custer City, in the Black Hills. And a second one at Cedar Mesa, across the highway from the entrance to Mesa Verde National Park, in Southwest Colorado. There, together with many other friends (some now also departed this mortal coil), we enjoyed companionship, discussion and debate, shooting, celebration of the “real” independence day (Liberty Day) of the 2nd of July, self-defense training, and good food.
We were blessed when Mama Liberty escaped from California and moved to the Black Hills, first briefly setting on the South Dakota side, renting a house in Lead (the old mining town). But she found the community she enjoyed very much when she moved across the border to Newcastle, Wyoming. It is right on the edge of the Hills, a small (and prosperous) community by most standards. And she was therefore able to be a part of the Wyoming Free State project.
Although we are cat people, our family still enjoyed visiting with Lady Susan and playing with her dog, seeing her gardening work, tasting her various recipes, and discussing liberty and life. In particular, our first grandson took to her as another grandmother (or great-grandmother). We were able to visit her in that wonderful little snug log cabin on the outskirts of Newcastle on many of our trips between the Four Corners (Southwest Colorado and Southeast Utah) and our home base of Rapid City.