There are so many things about Table Rock it seems iisopsmble to put them all down. I would like to begin by saying that my upbringing in this remote lifestyle could not have been better in any way. My parents Joe and Judy Burrows were one of the first original families to inhabit Table Rock Village. My father was working for CIG in the big tower in Colorado Springs and transferred to Wyoming. When we first arrived in Wyoming the first houses were not quite finished. We ended up living in the CIG trailer housing section in Wamsutter. I have to look back and thank the good Lord above for that being the beginning of a wonderful life!At the village as a child we spent many a night playing ditchum, doorbell ringing, and lots of time on the courts, in and out of the Rec Center. That is the place I first learned to dribble a ball and learned a sport that would have an impact on my life beyond my college years. (I have Mr. Cook to thank for that)! So I guess any claim to fame I would have from the village is I went on a basketball scholarship to Jamestown, North Dakota to play basketball. This past fall in October I went back to North Dakota with my basketball team from my 1986-1987 year was inducted into the NAIA Collegiate Athletic Hall of Fame. So many of my memories lie within the cement court or rubber floor in the rec center.Other times to say were best were when we had the village get togethers and Wayne Wagoner and Tank McKnight would strum away and sing like there was no tomorrow. Footloose and fancy free people danced indoors and out, depending on where the festivities were being held. That is where so many of us older kids learned about music and just enjoyed spending time together. On Facebook you do not hear much or see much from my generation of friends that were so close, but this summer I had the privilege of having a reunion with my best friend then and now in Texas. Sha Giles Clark and I picked up right where we left off, it was like no absence had ever taken place. Friends from my generation were Sha Giles, Kristi Giles, Brad Giles, (God rest his soul), Cheryl their mother, and Roy, who sadly was taken to be with our heavenly father. The West's, Wagoner's, Stuart's, Erickson's, Bond's, Martinez's, Simon's, and so many more were all a huge part of and helped shape who I have become today. I must say that my upbringing could not have been too bad with where my life has brought me thus far. I am on my twentieth year of teaching in Elko, NV. My husband, Jerod, of six years is the high school librarian. My son, Austin Brown, is a senior this year at Elko High School, and my stepson Dillon is a sixth grader. I hope that people who read our stories will know of the wondrous time we had in our village . I find each and every of your stories heartwarming and look forward to seeing so many more!

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