It must have been the year I was in the 8th grade. We pulled up to the plant early one morning. The plant was Pure Stone Company in Marble Falls. My dad, Cecil operated the dump trucks that hauled the … Continue reading There I was, laying up under an old dump truck
I attended the Grand Opening of the Marble Falls Black History Museum yesterday, February 22, 2025. A story during the program was told about an incident involving the conviction and subsequent hanging of a young African American girl, due to … Continue reading The Wrongful Conviction And Hanging Of A Black Girl
Below is a comment I left in the comments section of a couple of internet sites. I dealt with this dealership on behalf of an elderly lady about two decades ago. The lady was my great aunt, a sister of … Continue reading Johnson Sewell Ford in Marble Falls – A Dealership with a Big Heart. ❤️
I was visiting with Pat Taylor this morning about making the move from Loving, Texas where he has spend the better part of five decades, back to Burnet County. He mentioned all the stuff you can accumulate in that length of time. He was telling about his many saddles that he has acquired over the years. He mentioned of all the saddles he has the Dee Collier Saddle he got back in 1965 was his all time favorite. I told him that I would check around and see what I could find out about Dee Collier Saddle Maker. Sure enough … Continue reading Pat’s Saddle
I went to view the wonderful artwork of Akiane at the Beloved Gallery in Marble Falls. This was an amazing experience. If you haven’t seen this art exhibit, make an appointment to go see it. You will be treated to a wonderful guided tour through the Gallery. It starts off with a 18 to 20 minute video that tells the story of Akiane. Afterwards you go at your own pace to view some of this amazing child’s (now a woman) work. The whole thing lasts an hour. If you leave there feeling like you didn’t get your moneys worth let … Continue reading Beloved
I grew up in Marble Falls in the 60s.We always referred to the old building on the north side of the river as “The Factory“. During my high school years (1966-1970) it was a burned out shell of a building where kids would go exploring. Then in 1971 it was torn down, only leaving a concrete slab for more than the next 25 years. These most of the views are as you enter Marble Falls from the south, as you come down the hill, looking across to the old section of the town. Now two restaurants and a hotel occupy … Continue reading THE OLD FACTORY BUILDING in Marble Falls, Texas
I was chatting with Wallace Herbert earlier today. He reminded me of something that happened in the wild crazy days, must have been in 1970 or early 71. I had a new Chevrolet Pickup. I had pulled in at the Truck Stop out in Tin City out north of Marble to fill it up with some of that $.35 a gallon gas. That had become the late night hangout by that time with a bunch of guys standing around outside. Probably 8 or 10 of us. One of the fellows was a Marble Falls tuff guy that was best known … Continue reading Buzz-Saw Lewis
We traveled from Marble Falls to San Antonio for our 1970 senior trip. (Whoopee, that was a dandy trip after putting in 12 hard years) Late in the afternoon we ended up by Breckenridge Park at an amusement park / arcade.Several of us, Madeline included, decided to go to a fortune teller. When it was my turn she read my palms or something and said ” one day you will write a book”. I don’t remember what it cost for the fortune teller but we all laughed until we cried at how wrong she was. You see I would never … Continue reading The Fortune Teller
While this is the grave marker that is on his grave, there was another one that set on his front porch for years. He had commissioned the original one to be made with the epitaph as you see below. Sometime … Continue reading Lee Odiorne’s Tombstone
I always wondered where the name “Pedernales” came from. This is what I found. The name “Pedernales”, first used in the middle 18th century, comes from a Spanish word for the flint rocks characteristic of the riverbed. Continue reading What’s In A Name
Angora Chronicles 