Yesterday, Damsel and I hauled some canned goods up to Yarnell for the food bank there. We read in the on-line edition of the local newspaper that the food banks there were experiencing a shortage of non-perishable food, so we decided to head up there and drop off our collection of goods that have accumulated here one or two cans per grocery store visit for the express purpose of helping out those less fortunate.
As for the frog, the story goes back to the early 20th century when Sara Perkins, a resident of the area near Congress, AZ, decided to make a frog-shaped rock formation look more like a frog:
Originally, it was nothing more than a huge boulder perched on a hillside amid several other large rocks. Then along came Sara Perkins, a homesteader’s wife who observed that this particular rock, when viewed from the proper angle, resembled a frog.
She told her husband, Eli, about it, but he wasn’t as much of a visionary as his wife, so the story goes. He was also very busy with his work as a newspaperman – at various times, he owned both The Phoenix Gazette and The Wickenburg Sun – and as a state legislator. But he did suggest that a paint job would make the rock look more like a frog. His wife and their two sons hauled three large cans of paint and a ladder up the steep incline, and within weeks:
Voila! A rock became a frog.
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Image courtesy of Damsel’s camera. Click on the image to enlarge.