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Was camping on lake Brownwood once and a tornado came through... about 2 miles away ... flooded our tent but my sister and bil had their RV there .. was a long night
A true Texas fact
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The Texas quote of the day finds early pioneer Noah Smithwick describing his arrival in Texas back in 1827:
"I again [1827] took up the line of march for Texas, this time on board a coasting schooner owned by parties in New Orleans, chartered by Carlysle & Smith and laden with supplies for the Mexican army. A steam tug towed us out to the mouth of the Mississippi as far as steamers ventured. The weather was lovely as a dream of Venice, and we founded the Balize [?] and sped away on the wings of the tradewinds over the placid waters.
We passed Galveston Island in plain view. There was no sign of human habitation on it, nothing to give promise of the thriving city which now covers it. It was only noted then as having been the rendezvous of Lafitte and his pirates and as such was pointed out to me. The trip was a delightful one and I was in fine spirits, when on the third day we threaded the Paso Caballo and ran into Matagorda Bay, having made the run in a little over forty-eight hours, a remarkable record in those days.
We cast anchor in the mouth of the Lavaca River, where we had calculated to find the Mexican troops, but the movements of the troops, as well as the government, were very uncertain, and there were no troops, no agent, no one authorized to receive the goods. There was not an American there. The colonization law exempted from settlement all land within twenty-five miles of the coast; so the territory was given over to the Karankawa Indians, a fierce tribe, whose hand was against every man. They lived mostly on fish and alligators with a man for fete days when they could catch one. They were the most savage looking human beings I ever saw. Many of the bucks were six feet in height, with bows and arrows in proportion. Their ugly faces were rendered hideous by the alligator grease and dirt with which they were besmeared from head to foot as a defense against mosquitoes.
It was a dreary place for a lone stranger to land. A few Mexicans came around, but they spoke no English, and I understood no Spanish. At length two men, Fulcher and McHenry, who had squatted on land six or eight miles up the river, sighted the schooner and came down in a dugout. They took me in with them and I spent my first night in Texas in their cabin. My first meal on Texas soil was dried venison sopped in honey. After having spent some months in New Orleans, where everything of the known world was obtainable, it looked like rank starvation to me. ..
------ Noah Smithwick, "The Evolution of a State, or Recollections of Old Texas Days, 1900. You can read the entire text of this fabulous and important work online, here.
https://archive.org/details/evolutionofstat00smit/page/n8
It's one of the most important books regarding life in early Texas, so I recommend that you DO read it.
"I again [1827] took up the line of march for Texas, this time on board a coasting schooner owned by parties in New Orleans, chartered by Carlysle & Smith and laden with supplies for the Mexican army. A steam tug towed us out to the mouth of the Mississippi as far as steamers ventured. The weather was lovely as a dream of Venice, and we founded the Balize [?] and sped away on the wings of the tradewinds over the placid waters.
We passed Galveston Island in plain view. There was no sign of human habitation on it, nothing to give promise of the thriving city which now covers it. It was only noted then as having been the rendezvous of Lafitte and his pirates and as such was pointed out to me. The trip was a delightful one and I was in fine spirits, when on the third day we threaded the Paso Caballo and ran into Matagorda Bay, having made the run in a little over forty-eight hours, a remarkable record in those days.
We cast anchor in the mouth of the Lavaca River, where we had calculated to find the Mexican troops, but the movements of the troops, as well as the government, were very uncertain, and there were no troops, no agent, no one authorized to receive the goods. There was not an American there. The colonization law exempted from settlement all land within twenty-five miles of the coast; so the territory was given over to the Karankawa Indians, a fierce tribe, whose hand was against every man. They lived mostly on fish and alligators with a man for fete days when they could catch one. They were the most savage looking human beings I ever saw. Many of the bucks were six feet in height, with bows and arrows in proportion. Their ugly faces were rendered hideous by the alligator grease and dirt with which they were besmeared from head to foot as a defense against mosquitoes.
It was a dreary place for a lone stranger to land. A few Mexicans came around, but they spoke no English, and I understood no Spanish. At length two men, Fulcher and McHenry, who had squatted on land six or eight miles up the river, sighted the schooner and came down in a dugout. They took me in with them and I spent my first night in Texas in their cabin. My first meal on Texas soil was dried venison sopped in honey. After having spent some months in New Orleans, where everything of the known world was obtainable, it looked like rank starvation to me. ..
------ Noah Smithwick, "The Evolution of a State, or Recollections of Old Texas Days, 1900. You can read the entire text of this fabulous and important work online, here.
https://archive.org/details/evolutionofstat00smit/page/n8
It's one of the most important books regarding life in early Texas, so I recommend that you DO read it.
The Texas Quote of the Day: "The Russians might attack Washington but I'll be damned if they'd be insane enough to attack Texas." ----- Robert Kaufman, U.S. Navy rear admiral, defending the United States government's decision to place Project Sanguine, a U.S. Navy project for communication with submerged submarines using extremely low frequency (ELF) radio waves, in Texas, 1975.
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The Texas Quote of the Day is in regards to when actress Drew Barrymore's great-great-grandfather got shot in East Texas:
"In the winter of 1878 there came through Marshall from New York a company of prominent young Thespians, who were just beginning to win their laurels in the theatrical world. The company was headed by that well known actor, Mr. John Drew ----- suave and witty ----- supported by the accomplished young actress, Miss May Cummings, and the dashing and handsome young matinee idol, Maurice Barrymore, father of Miss Ethel, Lionel and John Barrymore. On the fateful night they repaired to the Texas & Pacific depot to take the midnight train out...
Jim Currie was of a prominent and well known Southern family, schooled and educated in the customs and traditions of his illustrious ancestors. He was addicted to the use of liquor and on that eventful winter's night he was around the depot, and was what is commonly known in jargon as "three sheets in the wind." [Currie made] some drunken and laughing remark which appeared to be addressed to the theatrical party. Actor Ben Porter got up from his seat and said something about being unarmed, but that he would defend a lady from insult.
At this remark Currie jerked out his big smoke wagon and the shooting commenced. Porter staggered and tumbled over dead. By this time the handsome and debonair Maurice Barrymore was on his feet. [He glanced] at Ben Porter, whose life blood was by this time staining the floor. His eyes snapped like electric sparks, as he pushed Miss Cummings behind him and faced Currie. He must have known that he did not have a chance in ten thousand as he stood in front of Currie, who was inflamed by liquor and apparently either with the lust to kill or was just drunk and excited enough not to realize the seriousness of the situation. There was another shot and Barrymore, with a bullet through the shoulder, staggered around and collapsed on the floor. The room was partly filled with the fumes of black powder as Currie put up his gun, and taking hold of Miss Cummings, jollied her around with a drunken air of braggardism.
Then came a potpourri of excitement and Currie was disarmed by deputy sheriff Arch Adams, who placed him in jail. Mr. Barrymore was taken in charge by Drs. B.F. Eads and John H. Pope, railroad surgeons, and they pulled him through. Miss Cummings remained and nursed him during his convalescence, and in due time they returned to New York City.'
----- Clifton Seymour, Frontier Times magazine, January 28, 1927
"In the winter of 1878 there came through Marshall from New York a company of prominent young Thespians, who were just beginning to win their laurels in the theatrical world. The company was headed by that well known actor, Mr. John Drew ----- suave and witty ----- supported by the accomplished young actress, Miss May Cummings, and the dashing and handsome young matinee idol, Maurice Barrymore, father of Miss Ethel, Lionel and John Barrymore. On the fateful night they repaired to the Texas & Pacific depot to take the midnight train out...
Jim Currie was of a prominent and well known Southern family, schooled and educated in the customs and traditions of his illustrious ancestors. He was addicted to the use of liquor and on that eventful winter's night he was around the depot, and was what is commonly known in jargon as "three sheets in the wind." [Currie made] some drunken and laughing remark which appeared to be addressed to the theatrical party. Actor Ben Porter got up from his seat and said something about being unarmed, but that he would defend a lady from insult.
At this remark Currie jerked out his big smoke wagon and the shooting commenced. Porter staggered and tumbled over dead. By this time the handsome and debonair Maurice Barrymore was on his feet. [He glanced] at Ben Porter, whose life blood was by this time staining the floor. His eyes snapped like electric sparks, as he pushed Miss Cummings behind him and faced Currie. He must have known that he did not have a chance in ten thousand as he stood in front of Currie, who was inflamed by liquor and apparently either with the lust to kill or was just drunk and excited enough not to realize the seriousness of the situation. There was another shot and Barrymore, with a bullet through the shoulder, staggered around and collapsed on the floor. The room was partly filled with the fumes of black powder as Currie put up his gun, and taking hold of Miss Cummings, jollied her around with a drunken air of braggardism.
Then came a potpourri of excitement and Currie was disarmed by deputy sheriff Arch Adams, who placed him in jail. Mr. Barrymore was taken in charge by Drs. B.F. Eads and John H. Pope, railroad surgeons, and they pulled him through. Miss Cummings remained and nursed him during his convalescence, and in due time they returned to New York City.'
----- Clifton Seymour, Frontier Times magazine, January 28, 1927
The Texas quote of the day: "Last Friday night a fire broke out at Mollie McCabe's 'Place of Beautiful Sin.' She owned the building which was entirely consumed, together with her household goods and clothes. The fire was caused by one of the damsels of spotted virtue." ---- Jacksboro Frontier Echo, 1875
I guess that is one way to be creative with words....spotted virtue....had never heard that one before.....and I have been wondering how to use these "smilies" in this forum....so here you go.. probably the one and only chance I will get .
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MY semi qoute!!!
Sounds like my type women !! Hotter than h3ll !!! and willing to burn the house down from the heat from within!! Been with the few that would fit that bill in the pass. Growing OLD lowers the flame Thank the powers that be or i would be ashes by now!! Those words of Beautiful Sin resonate within myself of dreams come to pass!
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Today's Texas Quote of the Day comes from none other than old Santa Anna who, 184 year ago today, got whupped up on by Sam Houston and the rest of the Texians at San Jacinto:
"So sudden and fierce was the enemy's charge that the earth seemed to move and tremble."
---- General Antonio López de Santa Anna on April 22, 1836, in a letter written to the citizens of Mexico on the day he was captured after the Battle of San Jacinto, which happened 184 years ago today. Happy San Jacinto day, y'all!
"So sudden and fierce was the enemy's charge that the earth seemed to move and tremble."
---- General Antonio López de Santa Anna on April 22, 1836, in a letter written to the citizens of Mexico on the day he was captured after the Battle of San Jacinto, which happened 184 years ago today. Happy San Jacinto day, y'all!
SaaaaaLute!!!
God Bless Texas!!
.....and Aggie Muster; may a friend answer “here” for the roll call.....
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The Arcane Texas Fact of the Day:
Among the "soldiers" who fought under Sam Houston at the Battle of San Jacinto were roughly 100 men who had been born in Ireland.
Among the "soldiers" who fought under Sam Houston at the Battle of San Jacinto were roughly 100 men who had been born in Ireland.
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Picture (not mine) of the San Jacinto monument after a rain storm.
That's a neat picture
Right now on the Alamo facebook site LIVE 3pm
Thanks Barry, that was dam cool! Have you been to San Felipe de Austin?
No I haven't or the Navarro house!! But I will!!
Neither have I, we need to get together and do that.
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The Texas Quote of the Day:
"John Pimble's mule, Anatasia, died last week. Anatasia was standing in a field of popping corn which, due to the heat, began popping and covered the ground to a depth of 3 feet. The mule, thinking the pop corn was snow, froze to death."
----Texas Panhandle newspaper, Mobeetie, Texas, 1882
"John Pimble's mule, Anatasia, died last week. Anatasia was standing in a field of popping corn which, due to the heat, began popping and covered the ground to a depth of 3 feet. The mule, thinking the pop corn was snow, froze to death."
----Texas Panhandle newspaper, Mobeetie, Texas, 1882