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 found this article on the WEB this morning, I was asked by a friend, as few years ago to see what I could find out about the history of this association. Its mentions in the immediate paragraph below that … Continue reading THE EUROPEAN RODEO COWBOY ASSOCIATION (ERCA)
What Do You Mean It All Started As A Joke ? The first known felt hats were narrow-brimmed affairs worn by ancient Greeks and their gods. J.B. Stetson fashioned the prototype of the cowboy hat to entertain his hunting companions … Continue reading Some History Of The Cowboy Hat
I know when some people read this, that some folks will read it and think “well here’s Ol Lewis telling us this big windy tale”. But I swear to you that it happened just the way I’m going to tell … Continue reading The Day I Was Saved From Watching The Super Bowl
It’s been a long running thing between my older two granddaughters, Holly and Emma and me about where to eat breakfast. Anytime I would bring up about going to Jim’s they’d throw a wall-eyed fit about not wanting to go there. They’d say it’s an old people’s place to eat and things like “We hate that place, the food is awful”. I would reassure them that yes it may be a little dated, but the food was still good. But rather than listen to a bunching of whining we’d usually go elsewhere. Not long ago it came up about going … Continue reading Eating at Jim’s Coffee Shop
Everything changed one year ago. I could no longer write stories about Kenny Lewis, in my most honest voice unless they were telling about his finer virtues. No more poking fun at him, where he would need to defend himself. Not that he would ever join us here on Facebook. But he had surrogates, that kept in informed. Then he would always set the record straight through them, mostly his son Kody. Over the past year I have retold a few stories about things that involved Kenny, but it’s never been the same. Very little is the same. There are … Continue reading It’s been 1 year
It was a cold February morning in 1971. My dad had leased a truck out to a San Antonio Trucking Company with me driving it. I spend all week living in a small rundown motel that set along I-10 on the east side of San Antonio. The trucking yard was just down the frontage road. Most of the time I hauled equipment around San Antonio, but one afternoon I was dispatched to a steel company on north I-35 to load steel beams to go to Houston. I got loaded and parked the truck in the yard for the night. I … Continue reading The Smashed Finger
Wilson was a child born probably in the mid to late sixties. There were siblings I remember hearing, but I’m unsure how they faired in life. Wilson ended up at the Austin State School. A ward of the state. My Granny Ruby worked there for many years in 60s and 70s and maybe even a little in the early 1980s. She took a special interest in Wilson. No one ever came to see him, so she took him under her wing. It was easy to tell that Wilson never really developed physically or mentally, but he had a sweet disposition … Continue reading The Story of Little Wilson
This is a story of one of the greatest car races ever held in Smithwick. His name was Curtis Brown Parker. Brown Parker was how he was known. Brown was the person my Dad looked up to more, maybe than anyone else. Brown was several years older that Cecil Lewis. I believe that Brown help him become a man in more ways than one in his early days in Smithwick, Texas. However in the 1940s Brown and Eula moved to California, the same as a lot of people did during that period of time. Eula was one of the Turkey … Continue reading The Race Was On
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