Back in the 90s – When a City Boy Moved to the Country

Not so very long after we bought our place here in Bertram, I went up to a local used tractor dealer and made a deal for a Poppin Johnny Tractor. It was well past being worn out, but I more wanted something to play around with and work on occasionally. It was a John Deere “G”. I had grown up around one like it and loved the sound of it starting up and then listening to its unique sound of that 2 cylinder engine. The fellow I bought it from had done a good job of giving it a new … Continue reading Back in the 90s – When a City Boy Moved to the Country

My Relationship With The Cat Lady

To completely understand my relationship with this lady, you first need to read this story: https://angorachronicles.com/2022/12/10/pecan-pralines-the-sugary-kind-not-the-gooey-ones/ One day I got a call from this lady. She wanted me to keep a lookout for a certain car. Her husband, Wayne’s little pickup had been hauled away, a total loss, after the big wreck that killed him. (I don’t think he died immediately, but soon thereafter from the injuries) Her old car hadn’t been very dependable and now without the little Ford Ranger pickup for a backup, she was going to need to replace it. I had gone by a couple of … Continue reading My Relationship With The Cat Lady

Pecan Pralines (the sugary kind, not the gooey ones)

I used to go to church with an elderly lady, that shall remain nameless. She “played” a huge role in the church, our organist/pianist for over 50 years, and was a very long term member. She became widowed along the way. With losing her husband, the level of cantankerousness got worse and worse. For whatever reason when she would get mad and quit the church, I would be able to go spend a little time with her and get her to come back. She saw me as a more independent arbiter than the pastor or others at the church. The … Continue reading Pecan Pralines (the sugary kind, not the gooey ones)

Our Life Amongst The Oak Trees

I guess you could say I have a love-hate relationship with Live Oaks. There must be a hundred trees in this yard. Okay maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. But there must be fifty. Okay, I’m willing to lower that to thirty, just for the sake of not having to count them at this point in time. You know that there are always leaves aplenty to get rid of once March rolls around. You know once get the leaves are up and gone and then the blooms start falling. The blooms are far worse than leaves. They are all over everything … Continue reading Our Life Amongst The Oak Trees

My Love Affair With Donkeys

The Afternoon I Went On A Donkey Buying Spree. Right after we moved to our place in Bertram, I decided we needed to get some guard donkeys. I inquired around and found a women down the road a piece had three Jenny’s and a Jack she wanted to sell. Being green to buying such animals, I went to see her and ended up making a deal for the whole bunch. Of course I paid about double the going rate. I’m not even going to tell you what I paid. It’s been about 27 years ago that I made that transaction, … Continue reading My Love Affair With Donkeys

BBQ For The Super Bowl

I went to the best BBQ Joint around and bought the largest spread I could carry. It was on a huge circular tray with every kind of meat imaginable. It even had a huge pile of burnt ends that tasted like delicious rib meat for sure. Did I tell you I love beef ribs? There were juices almost running over the sides of the tray. I had to be very careful not to tilt it and spill it. Perhaps not the best way to package that kind of a spread for transport. I think that’s the way they bring it … Continue reading BBQ For The Super Bowl

My Love For Donkeys

This was originally written in the early days of The Angora Chronicles, with the times freshened up for this time period. In about 1959 I got Tar Baby. He was a fine specimen. Kenny always had good horses, but I preferred riding Tar Baby. He was given to me by my Grandmother Leona’s brother, Uncle Ed Purcell. I rode him in many rodeo parades and just for a leisurely ride. I usually wasn’t in a hurry and neither was Tar Baby. When it came time to help gather cattle or goats, I’d have to mount up on a horse. Otherwise … Continue reading My Love For Donkeys

Sometimes I Think Trouble Finds Me, Before It Even Looks For Anyone Else

This adventure started on Saturday morning Jan. 11th, 2014. I received a call from a young man that I’ve known his entire life, but haven’t had much contact with for many years. Johnny, as I’ll call him here, said he was down on his luck and could I give him some work. Being in Corpus Christi, 250 miles from Bertram, I said no I really didn’t have any work. I cut the conversation pretty short. A few minutes later I got a text from Johnny. Would I loan him $300. The answer was “NO”. Telling my wife about the call … Continue reading Sometimes I Think Trouble Finds Me, Before It Even Looks For Anyone Else

Jack The Donkey

You can bring a girl out of California to Texas and it doesn’t mean they’ll have all the lingo down even 10 years later. Leticia Lewis, my daughter in law called some fellow this afternoon that was advertising donkeys for sale on Craigslist. She said “I’m inquiring about the donkey you have for sale. The one named Jack”. Son, Justin and I had a good laugh wondering what that poor fellow on the other end of the phone was thinking. Continue reading Jack The Donkey

Pecan Pralines, the sugary kind not the gooey ones.

I used to go to church with an elderly lady, that shall remain nameless. She “played” a big role in the church and was a very long term member. She became widowed along the way a few years after we moved to Bertram. With losing her husband, the level of cantankerousness got worse and worse. For whatever reason when she would get mad and quit the church, I would be able to go spend a little time with her and get her to come back. I’m not sure how that job fell to me, other than there wasn’t anyone else … Continue reading Pecan Pralines, the sugary kind not the gooey ones.