2921 N. 1st Avenue
Tucson, AZ 85719

Voice: 520-623-3861

Facsimile: 520-624-0326
Web: www.cstoneindustries.com

Mon – Fri: 7:00 am – 5:00 pm
Sat: 8 am – 2 pm
Sun: Closed

The Proprietors
my best boy


The 'C' of C Stone Industries
cynthia

Cynthia Dunbar

Cynthia's business credentials are resultant from being born into the flagstone industry. Cynthia’s grandfather, Bob Dunbar of Dunbar Stone Company, was one of the first to quarry flagstone in Northern Arizona after World War II, putting Ash Fork on the map as a center of the flagstone industry. Cynthia’s father still operates Dunbar Stone Company today. Being immersed in the family stone business most of her adult life, culminating in managing the family’s retail stone yard in Tucson, has provided Cynthia with experiences and lessons she applies to her own business.

When naming her business, C Stone Industries, Cynthia used her first initial ‘C’ and Stone’s name. Now would be the time to introduce Haus von Stone Zauberberg, or simply Stone as he is called. A pure breed Rottweiler that literally broke into her family’s Tucson stone yard and adopted her. Stone’s journey to Cynthia is amazing, and a story in itself (see Haus von Stone Zauberberg’s bio).

Combined with a lifelong exposure to the flagstone industry, the experience of real property ownership, and the challenges of running a successful business, Cynthia offers her customers a unique shopping experience and stand-apart customer service.

One advantage for Cynthia of business ownership is the ability to expand her contributions to the care of animals. Cynthia is particularly proud of the contributions she makes towards the welfare of “puppy dogs”. Soon after opening her business she acquired a donation bank from the Humane Society of Southern Arizona. To encourage customers to make contributions, Cynthia made available three crates of stone for customers in need of small quantity or scrap stone, asking only that customers contribute to her Humane Society of Southern Arizona’s donation bank. The fruits of her generosity result in the donation box being stuffed with $5, 10, and 20’s. Her collections are always one of the top donation bank collections year after year. The donation bank revenue is in addition to her other cash and goods contribution to the Humane Society.

Cynthia’s interest and concern for animals goes beyond “puppy dogs”. Growing up in the Prescott area she had a dog, horses, cats, a cottontail and jackrabbit, even a raccoon. Try taking a raccoon to school for show-and-tell today! She did. While driving a few years ago, Cynthia stopped and pulled to the shoulder a young coyote that had been hit and killed in the road. She didn’t want it repeatedly hit by the traffic. To this day when she sees a coyote crossing a road she scolds it to be cautious so it won’t wind up with the same misfortune as “Little Miss Road Rash”. There’s nothing that lights up Cynthia’s eyes more than greeting a “puppy dog”, or any animal for that matter.

The 'Stone' of C Stone Industries
stone

Haus von Stone Zauberberg                                                                                                                                                                 August 9, 1998 – February 13, 2010

Stone died on February 13, 2010. Stone began vomiting late afternoon on Friday the 12th. Thinking that it was just an upset stomach from the Duramax anti-inflammatory medication that he was on, he stayed home with Doyle (a very rare occurrence) while I went to work on Saturday. After vomiting several more times and becoming extremely lethargic, Doyle and I took him to an emergency facility. It was diagnosed and confirmed during surgery that he had cancerous tumors on his spleen and liver, one of which had hemorrhaged and was the source of his vomiting and uncommon behavior. We laid Stone to rest in his bed (he loved that bed) with a selection of his favorite toys.

We can’t ask you to understand our grief, Stone wasn’t a backyard pet, he was a 24 / 7 companion to me. He certainly will be missed by all that knew him.

If you have ever been to C Stone Industries you have certainly been greeted or more likely sniffed by Haus von Stone Zauberberg, ok, Stone. A pure breed Rottweiler, Stone is the meet-n-greet fixture at my stone yard.

My bond with Stone began with an adoption. Most animal adoptions are carefully thought out: A person or family makes a decision to adopt a pet; goes to an adoption center; and chooses a dog or cat they most like. That didn’t happen here. In late July 1999, while I was working at my family’s stone yard next to my present location, a big black dog wondered in off the street. Hot and thirsty, two employees and I hosed him down to cool him off and gave him a drink. This ‘big black dog’ had a blue nylon collar on but no registration tags. Unable to identify the owner, and thinking he was a neighborhood dog, we coaxed him out the side-street gate at closing time, assuming he would find his way back home. Well he found his way home, sort of.

The next morning, while opening the yard at that same side-street gate (a dual rolling chain link gate loosely chained and padlocked in the center), I discovered that the gate had been pushed open and separated much like opening a scissors. Assuming that someone had broken in and stolen some stone, I was flabbergasted to find that big black dog had ‘busted in’. For nearly three weeks that very pushy dog hung around. Although I expected him to wander back out the gate and back to his home, for nearly three weeks I and ol’ pushy began to bond. After three weeks I was encouraged by Doyle to “make him your dog” or try to find the owner via an ID chip that is sometimes inserted under a dog’s skin between the shoulder blades. An appointment was made with a veterinarian that had the ability to scan for a chip and to update vaccinations for the purpose of registration. OK, this is where Stone’s story picks up speed. The day of the appointment it was discovered that the ‘big black dog’ did have an ID chip, and the owner wanted him back. This came at a bit of a surprise since for the past three weeks everyone who had seen the ‘big black dog’ was convinced that the dog’s owner had dumped him on the street because: a) He was an old hip displacer dog, b) The owner did not want to pay the $75 city registration fee for an unneutered dog, or both.

Well, that “old dog” wound up being only eleven months old and sired by a schutzhund champion from an internationally known kennel. Without making this short bio into a novel: After having Stone back for ten days, the owner gave Stone to me only requesting that I give him a good home.

There are so many stories I have of Stone, and so many memories. If you ever get bored ask me about some and I will share.

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