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 Texas : Features : Columns : "Texas Tales"
Lost in the Flood
by Mike Cox

Mike Cox
When the rain started falling in Austin that morning, tailor Fred Baker and just about everyone else in Central Texas delighted in seeing a little moisture after a hot, two-month dry spell.

But as the rain continued, growing increasingly heavier, Baker began to worry. If the rain kept up, he feared, the Lake Austin dam would fail and the capital city would be washed away.

Talking over the hissing steam of his clothes press, Baker confided with his workmate.

“I’m going to San Antonio,” he said. “I’ve got a hunch that old dam is going to bust and I don’t want to be here to witness the aftermath.”

His coworker argued that the dam would hold, but Baker could not be convinced. Later that afternoon, Sept. 9, 1921, he caught the jitney to the Alamo City. Renting a room at the Gunter Hotel, he sat in the lobby for a good while, at any moment expecting to hear the cries of newsboys hawking extras about the great dam disaster in Austin.

But by that Friday night, no such reports had been received and Baker decided to call it a day. Donning his pajamas, he rang for a bellboy to take his coat and trousers to the hotel’s basement laundry for cleaning and pressing.

“Heard anything from Austin?” the tailor asked as he handed the hotel employee his clothes.

“No, Boss,” the bell hop said. “But looks like we are going to have us a flood here.”

Baker assured the man that the flood would be in Austin, not San Antonio. Handing the bellboy a tip, Baker turned in for the night.

Sometime around midnight, shouting and the sound of rushing water awakened the Austinite. Running downstairs, he found 10 feet of water washing through the lobby of the hotel. If it was this bad here, he thought, he could only imagine what must be happening back home.

“Say,” he yelled to a hotel employee, “heard anything from Austin?”

The clerk thought for a minute. “Nope, only that the Lake Austin dam is holding.”

At least 51 people died that night in the San Antonio flood, with another 13 missing and never found. Austin had some minor flood damage, but nothing on the scale experienced in San Antonio and elsewhere in Central Texas. The final death toll from the flood, the deadliest in Texas history, was reported as 224, with $19 million in property damage.

A deteriorating tropical storm had dumped more than three feet of rain on some areas, but the Austin dam endured the deluge. And before he could return to Austin, Baker had to buy a new pair of pants.

© Mike Cox
September 16, 2004
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