Through The Ashes

After the Fire Department left the house this afternoon, we were able to get a few things that were dear to Carol and Kenny. Many photo albums survived. It’s hard to believe, that they had so many pictures and maybe a couple dozen or more albums survived. Most of Kenny’s family history books were still there. Some damp, some wet, some were mostly unaffected. They even found a few paintings in good shape. One was a painting of Cow Creek by a local artist. His name escapes me at the moment, but Madeline and I gave it to them for … Continue reading Through The Ashes

There Used To Be Some Big Bullfrogs Around This Area.

When I was a small child there used to be a lot of really large bullfrogs. We had frog legs fairly regularly. I guess they have mostly been killed off. These pictures of my brother, Kenny holding big ones. This was about 1953. But those look small compared to this on I saw here on FB. Now that would make a mess of frog legs. Continue reading There Used To Be Some Big Bullfrogs Around This Area.

Cec’s Pry Bar

(This was written by Kenny Lewis) Ronnie and I had our share of mishaps growing up and for that reason, were known by the men of the community as being rather reckless. Among those men was one of Dad’s closest friends, Brown Parker. He always said that “Cec could have been a millionaire had he knocked the two of us in the head when we were pups”. Daddy owned a pry bar that had previously been a truck axle. It was at least six feet long and 1 ½” in diameter. Brown always swore that it was the only thing … Continue reading Cec’s Pry Bar

The Thoughtfulness Of My Brother

One day my brother, Kenny, walked into my wood shop carrying a wooden saddle rack, that he had bought somewhere. He ask if I could carve a name and maybe put something fancy on it. The rack was fairly simple, made from pine, just plain looking. He told me the story of seeing a saddle hanging in the barn of an old cowboy friend of his. He ask about the saddle and got a complete history of it. The old cowboy had owned that saddle most of his adult life I believe. He told him who made the saddle and … Continue reading The Thoughtfulness Of My Brother

The Disease (rewrite)

When I originally wrote this story I left out a few minor details as I didn’t think it was right to possibly bring shame on my brother, mostly, as he has always been a pretty wholesome, upstanding sort. But in an attempt to tell it like it was, here goes. It was in the hot summer time and I was out of school for the summer. I was 15 years old and working for my Dad, Cecil Lewis. We were building some roads down by Turkey Bend, for Frank Wycoff. They were just country subdivision roads. That’s about all we … Continue reading The Disease (rewrite)

Hay Hauling – Smithwick Style

At 15 cents per bale, three young boys could make a fortune hauling hay or so we thought. Our Dad furnished the pickup, a 55 Chevy ¾ ton with a 4 speed and a 6 cylinder engine. But we had to pay for gas, which was cheap – $.30 per gal and flat repairs, which was a big unknown. We kept several spare tires around just in case. That’s what you did back in those days. Kenny was the driver, the pusher, the big boss man of the bunch. That left big Jimmy Palmer and me to load the hay … Continue reading Hay Hauling – Smithwick Style

When We First Moved To Jollyville

We left Smithwick in August of 1956. My brother, Kenny was ready to start to first grade early the next month. I turned 4 years old that month. Our dad, Cecil had just had a career altering run-in with Skinny Childers at Pure Stone, where he had been from the beginning of its existence. I guess Skinny had seen something in Cecil and had hired him as his right hand man to get the plant built and the quarry started. He even allowed Cecil to own and operate the dump trucks that brought the rock from the quarry into the … Continue reading When We First Moved To Jollyville

The Bank Depositor

One day in the 1980’s Kenny was driving and I was the passenger. That’s generally the way we have always traveled. Who needs to listen to a bunch of belly-aching about my driving. Not me. So I didn’t have to watch the road and see what he was about the crash into, I decided to read the newspaper. There was a story that I found intriguing. It was about this new bank they were opening in Austin and they were only going to have women customers. Relating the story to Kenny got him all stirred up. “This Women’s Lib crap, … Continue reading The Bank Depositor

Cadillac Horse Trailers

The Old In-Line Horse Trailers have all but disappeared. When I looked online, I could scarcely find any. I finally found the two photos below. We always called them Cadillac Trailers. Not sure why, but I guess a fancy Cadillac Automobile could pull one without much effort. But then I thought, is it possible that a company named Cadillac Trailers made them? I called my brother to enquire as to his knowledge on the matter, knowing he once had one. He had bought it to pull behind one of those conversation party vans that were really most popular in the … Continue reading Cadillac Horse Trailers

A Beautiful Jackie Kennedy or is it ?

I only have one regret in bringing you this picture. That it wasn’t clearer and in color. He was wearing a nice red dress. Would you ever guess this was a 13 year old Kenny Lewis, on his way to a talent show for the end of school at Pond Springs Elementary School in Jollyville, Texas – May 1963. He was a very attractive Jackie Kennedy, the First Lady of the United States. I promise if I run across a better photo, I’ll post it. He was smokin hot. Continue reading A Beautiful Jackie Kennedy or is it ?