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Max
Schindler (center) and Sons, 1910
Photo by Charles Renz, Colorado County
Photo Courtesy Nesbitt Memorial Library |
My
Son Has Just Received His First Car by Byron Browne 8-1-09
For
my son the vehicle offers status, maturity and of course the freedom of rapid
access to whom and whatever he feels drawn towards. For myself I had the selfish
and dour thought that the car was just another element propelling my son away
from home.Father-Son
Talk by Peary Perry 7-16-09
Our
youngest son is getting married in a few weeks. Father’s
Day by Peary Perry 6-17-09
There
are a lot of things I would have liked to have asked my father, but was too dumb
to think of while he was alive... History
depends on who's telling by Delbert Trew 3-24-09
I
recall an incident in my early years when a nasty bit of gossip about a neighbor
made the rounds. I privately asked my father about it and he gave sound advice
that I have never forgotten... An
Introduction of Two Persons 3-9-09
From
"The Americanization of Edward Bok: The Autobiography of a Dutch Boy Fifty
Years After"
“Make the world a bit more beautiful and better because you
have been in it.” Milton’s
Rosenberg Library by Bill Cherry 4-3-09
Tripo
was one of the many who immigrated to America and the island, and became the strong
threads of the city’s fabric. Tripo married Adele Pechacek, and soon Milton was
born. In fact he was born on the 100th anniversary of Texas Independence; March
2, 1936...Necktie:
Torture device of men's fashion by Delbert Trew 10-28-08
The
necktie, one of the few men's fashions to survive 400 years of change, will be
presented to 4.5 million dads on Father's Day each year...Graduation
Day by Peary Perry 5-8-08
"...My kids all wanted to know why a degree was so important at this stage
in my life and I told them it was for them more than for me. I wanted them to
be able to say to their kids and grand kids that it was never too late to go to
school. If your grandfather can do it at 65, so can you..." Patching
Pot Holes in the Dirt Road by N. Ray Maxie 5-1-08
"This road-patching chore occurred fairly often. The dirt was soft and wouldn’t
last many weeks. With the rain, the wheels splashing, it washed out the holes
again, plus some new ones. But all this is the joy of a dirt road, of father and
son working together..."
Bura
Handley by Phil Handley
Chances are good that those citizens of
Wellington whose age is less than 60 years may sometimes wonder just what the
man whose name adorns the Bura Handley Community Center was really like. Perhaps
this small accounting of history will provide some answers to that question, as
well as a degree of insight into the character, integrity, and sheer genius of
the man whom I was privileged to call my “Dad”, while others simply referred to
him as “Mister Wellington.”.. 35
Years of Humble Service: San Antonio's C.K. Brown
by Mel Brown
"My grandfather, C. K. Brown was nearing the end
of a 35 year long career with The Humble Oil & Refining Co. as a truck driver..."
Great-grandpa
wasn’t popular in the South by W. T. Block
My great-grandpa Duncan
Smith was about as popular among his slave-holding neighbors as a skunk in church.
Most Southerners expected an Abolitionist to be from some Northern state... The
River Rat Boys by
W. T. Block
"He had just made his promise to me, and I knew it was
as good as gold. Pa's like that--he always said his word was his bond. Oh, he
has his faults, lots of them, of course, like every boy's father has, but telling
lies ain't - oops - isn't one of them. But he has a way of putting a 'catch' into
his promises, or maybe I should say his 'bargains.' And that is exactly what I'm
doing now..." Poor
Fatherless Child by Elizabeth Bussey Sowdal
You know I write a
little bit. I do it because it is fun. I do it to clarify my thoughts and feelings.
I do it to let off steam. I am not sure why I do it, but most of the time I like
it. This week, yesterday it was, though it feels like one hundred years ago now,
I had to write something. Just a very few words and you would have thought it
wouldn't have been so hard. I had to write my father's obituary... My
Father's Desk by
Wayne Scott
Judge Leonard W. Scott of Caldwell County
The
Big Move by George Lester
"Sam and I were perfectly
happy with life at our Lorena rural home. Then one day our father came in to announce
that he had bought a farm near Marlin, and we would be moving down there in a
few months..." Goodnight
Paw. Did You Turn the Rooster 'round? by N. Ray Maxie
"...
My father's earliest beginnings were growing up on a large working farm in northeast
Texas with his parents and four siblings. Two male siblings died as infants from
an infection I believe they called typhus. One was born about a year before my
father and the other born a year or so after him. Thus, dad being born right between
the two that didn't survive, in a way started life as a survivor..." Daddy's
Favorite Song by Sandy Williams Driver
"My daddy loved country
music. He used to tell me stories about his family gathering around their old
Zenith radio back in the early 1930s and listening to the latest bluegrass tunes
each Saturday night on the live Grand Ole Opry broadcast. The late 1940s brought
the haunting voice over the airways of the man my daddy always proclaimed to be
"the best country music singer of all time" -- Hank Williams. As far as I know,
the legendary performer was no relation to my father, Dalton Williams, even though
both men were tall and thin with beautiful eyes..."
Grandfather
by A. S. Friedell
"My grandparents raised pigs, chickens, guineas
with their loud ka-track, ka-track, and the necessary milk cows and their calves.
My grandmother would send me into the chicken house or even under the farm house
to gather eggs..."Our
Buick Pickup Truck by George Lester
"The oil boom in west
Texas played out in the thirties, so many people started migrating back east again.
My father was one of them..."
Thergood's
Pine by Bob BowmanHunter
Texas in the 20s and 30s
A
Memoir by Pablo L. SanchezWorld
War II Sign Painters in Chicago
1943 Photo courtesy James A. Wilson Jr
Forum:
South
Bend, Texas - My Grandfather Mr. Jesse T. DunnTeague,
Texas -
My Father Jack Ellis Scott
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