My grandmother Leona, or Nonie to many people, was the best at remembering everything each of her grandsons ever said. She would always call them Kenny or Ronnie’s sayins. For her they were non stop. I often wondered if everyone … Continue reading Nonie and Her Sayins
If you are thinking about getting married and you both have deep roots in Burnet County, it’s a good idea to look at your genealogy. You never know who your cousins are. In our case my 5th great grandfather and my wife’s 6th great grandfather were one and the same. Of course this isn’t a new discovery, but it’s the first time I’ve diagrammed it out to this degree. Continue reading Looking at our Lineage
EARLY LIFE I was born in Burnet, Texas, February 2, 1932. My mother was from Marble Falls, Texas and my dad was from Marietta, Ohio. He was working on Buchanan Dam when they met. They never told me too much about how they met and for some reason I never asked them; now I wish I had. My dad worked for Brown & Root Construction Companyand we moved a lot. I hated that, and I remember thinking that when I grew up I was not ever going to move. Yes! I have moved a lot. I lived in Venezuela, Egypt, Israel and who … Continue reading Maxine’s Stories
This newly released book about Burnet County is very well researched and written. Well worth the purchase. I was very taken by the one chapter about Will Fish. I had never known about Mr. Fish until a few years ago. While spending time with my good friend Sam Hall he has often referred to his Uncle, Doctor Will Fish. For ever so long I thought he was using that as a metaphor of some sort. When he’d be telling a story about all the fish he caught with his buddies out at Decker Lake, the he’d say “my Uncle, Doctor … Continue reading An Interesting Look At Burnet County, Texas
Anyone remember the wreck on the River Bridge in Marble Falls back in 1968? A car traveling at a high rate of speed careened into the concrete and steel railing, knocking out a huge section. It was thought the car was traveling at 100 MPH, according to the speedometer being stuck on that speed at impact. (photo # 4) Note the number of full Lone Star Cans, left scattered about (photos # 2 &5) The driver was killed. That bridge had several cars and trucks run into it over the years. One, that I can personally attest to. https://angorachronicles.com/2021/01/23/the-wreck-at-the-south-end-of-the-marble-falls-bridge-2/ Continue reading The Lone Star Beer Wreck On The River Bridge – Marble Falls, Texas – 1968
1963 Ford Galaxy – 2 door – 390 automatic (used) 1964 Riveria – 465 automatic (used) 1965 El Camino – 327 – Automatic (used) 1966 El Camino – 283 – 4 speed (used) 1966 Fastback Mustang – 289 – Automatic (used) 1968 SS Camaro – 396 – 4 speed (used) 1968 Corba Jet Mustang – 429 – 4 speed (used) 1970 1/2 ton Chevrolet Pickup – 350 – Automatic (new) 1968 Ford Galaxy 500 – 390 – Automatic (used) 1970 Ford 3/4 ton pickup 289 – 4 speed (used) 1972 Ford 1/2 pickup – 360 – Automatic (used) 1972 Ford 3/4 ton pickup – 360 – 4 speed (new) 1973 … Continue reading All The Vehicles I’ve Driven
I know I’ve told y’all this story before, but I can’t pull it up. That may be because it was in the comments of another story. Anyway, I don’t have much going on this morning so I’ll just re-tell it. It’s actually worthy of being a story all on its own. Back in the late 1970s I contracted to do the excavation for the Capitol National Bank in downtown Austin. The project called for the removal of approximately 100,000 cubic yards of solid limestone. The excavation was a hole that was a full block square by about 30’ deep. It … Continue reading The Big Loser
I was reading an old post this morning from about 10 years ago. This jumped out at me. Even though it happened almost 6 decades ago, it seems like not that long ago. But it seems to typify my life, … Continue reading This Is How I Was Raised
This incident happened 15 years ago today. I got up early and rode my Honda Gold Wing down to Corpus Christi. Before the day was over, I’d end up in Brownsville where we had a project ongoing. The screen shot … Continue reading A Day I’ll Never Forget
I think at 73 years of age, I have finally left a couple of recurring dreams behind. I had these dreams until sometime in the past 10 or 15 years. The first was driving in a car at a high rate of speed between home and town. Home was at Smithwick and town was Marble Falls. Everything would be fine as the car would float along because a turn or dip caused you to let off the gas, but when you topped out at Winn Hill, there was a long curve and a mostly straight stretch down through Mesquite Flats … Continue reading Recurring Dreams
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