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Max
Schindler (center) and Sons, 1910
Photo by Charles Renz, Colorado County
Photo Courtesy Nesbitt Memorial Library |
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 Bowman
Hunter
Texas in the 20s and 30s
A Memoir by
Pablo L. Sanchez
World
War II Sign Painters in Chicago
1943 Photo courtesy James A. Wilson Jr
Forum:
South
Bend, Texas - My Grandfather Mr. Jesse T. Dunn
Teague,
Texas
- My
Father Jack Ellis Scott
See also Mothers
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