This is a story, like many others told by our ancestors.
Clipped from The Austin American, 09 Oct 1932, Sunday. Continue reading This is a story, like many others told by our ancestors.
Author: lewisotr
One Hell Of A Guy, If I do say so myself.
A Dream Come True
When the ones we love go away to college, we are as full of dreams as they are. Our very precious oldest granddaughter, Holly finished high school just a little less than 4 years ago and headed off to Waco to attend Baylor University. It took her a little while to determine what her best direction would be with her major. She finally settled on a Communications Degree (actually it’s something about “Digital Communications”) and she went to work and graduated after 3 1/2 years. Because of her outstanding performance she was allowed to spend the final semester of her … Continue reading A Dream Come True
He Bit My Thumb
There are a few things in life that really don’t mix. Being really tough and drinking too much are a good example of this. Cecil Lewis was tough guy and he drank a way more than he should have. Back in 80 – 81 I had contracted to build a new state park and campground area down on the Guadalupe River near the little community of Bergheim not far from Boerne, Texas. When I needed him my dad would help me out on projects. On this job he mostly drove a water truck driver. He never drank while on the … Continue reading He Bit My Thumb
My Green Thumbs
This is one of those stories from the early days of Angora, that I wonder why I even told it. Oh, I know……..it really happened. I could be a little foggy on how much help I had when I went to the restroom. Looking down in the comments section , I have had a lot of THUMB debacles in my lifetime. When we were kids, well teenagers, Cec had Kenny and me building a new shop building out from the house in Smithwick. It was a pipe frame, a simple structure. The cross bracing was used sucker rod (the steel … Continue reading My Green Thumbs
Wooden Pallets aren’t just for the homeless anymore.
There is no greater honor than having your grandchildren ask you to do something with them. My granddaughter Holly wanted to build a bed-riser out of used pallets. So the two of us went to work repairing a bunch of pallets. She got the hang of using a power saw. I left her sanding and getting ready to stain them. She send me a photo later after she had the first group stained gray. Now I will awaited the finished project. I’ll tell you young men out there this girl is a real catch. She graduated from Baylor last December … Continue reading Wooden Pallets aren’t just for the homeless anymore.
The Mean Streets of Houston
As a boy going up in the small central Texas town of Marble Falls, I dreamed of getting out of high school and finding a vocation without ever needing to go on to college or any other formal education. I grew up in a family where operating equipment and driving trucks came at an early age. I thought a career as a truck driver and maybe even owning a fleet of trucks one day was in my future. I was a high school senior, but not yet eighteen. At that time, you could get your drivers license at 14 and … Continue reading The Mean Streets of Houston
It Comes That Time When It’s Time To Throw In The Towel
There have been a lot of happy years, but I finally think it’s time that I go a different direction. It seems like it has become more about money than about trying to please. As time has gone on, her equipment has become outdated and my tolerance level isn’t what it used to be. Sometime today it will become official. After over 20 years, of a mostly blissful relationship, DirectTV is showing up and when they get me hooked up, I’ll box up all this DishTV outdated crap and send it back. Wish me luck. This old dog doesn’t adapt … Continue reading It Comes That Time When It’s Time To Throw In The Towel
I always heard this fellow was from Austin.
Dr. Gerald “Jerry” Hurst was someone I used to often see on Forensic Files and other shows of that type that deal with crimes including arson. He seemed very knowledgeable and a foremost authority on the subject of arson. Sometime or the other it mentioned he was from Austin. I googled his name recently and found out he passed on back in 2015. He was an inventor that has several inventions to his credit. His bio mentions that he has a connection to White Out, the correction fluid. Perhaps a improved version. I thought Bette Nesmith Graham. an American typist, … Continue reading I always heard this fellow was from Austin.
Is it only a coincidence?
The Granite Mountain in Marble Falls put that little town on the map. When I was growing up it was called Texas Granite. (Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not an expert in the subject) Sometime in the 1970’s or 1980’s it was taken over by Coldspring Granite from Minnesota. (Depending on where you look on the internet, it is called Coldspring Granite and Cold Spring Granite) Coldsping Granite is a very old company from Cold Spring, Mn. So the creek at the base of Slaughter Mountain and converges with Backbone Creek just above FM 1431 that is called Coldspring … Continue reading Is it only a coincidence?
People Don’t Always Remember What They Remember
I once had a friend, Gerry Young, that mentioned in a conversation that we were having with an Equipmemt Salesman that he used to play on the same football team with Johnny “Ham” Jones. The fellow was very familiar with Ham Jones and what a good player he was. He even remembered some of the great tackles, and QB sacks and interceptions Gerry had made during his years of playing for the University of Texas. There was only one problem, Ham and Gerry played high school football together for the Pied Pipers of Hamlin, Texas not for the Longhorns. After … Continue reading People Don’t Always Remember What They Remember
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