The Friday before Deer Season started in 1967, the town of Marble Falls was swarming with deer hunters. In front of the little Chamber Building – Kenny, my brother, driving a small white Oldsmobile car, with Karen Schaefer sitting much too close (I’m sure) to him in the middle pulled out of the Gulf Station directly in front of a businessman from Houston, that was coming to hunt. He was in a brand new Oldsmobile 98 Sedan. Both cars were totaled. Luckily no one was seriously injured.
That set off a chain of wrecks that day for the Lewis family. Almost simultaneously, one of our dump truck drivers ran a stop sign over by the Country Store and destroyed the other car. The truck wasn’t badly damaged. That driver then got in a company pickup and headed to Carlisle Wall’s, the Justice of the Peace, to try to get out of paying a ticket for the wreck (being very proactive – because I believe he was on probation). He then he ran another stop sign right there at the Wall’s house / JP Office. That led only to a minor fender bender.
My Dad, Cecil was in Smithwick when he got the call about Kenny and Karen, jumped in a pickup and headed to town at a high rate of speed and missed the curve at Camp Creek and wiped the whole right side of the pickup out, but was able to hobble on to town.
I can’t even imagine what the insurance company thought when all those claims came rolling in.
This was the little rock building that was the Chamber of Commerce.