C’est la vie

We have talked about small town police chiefs lately. It caused me to think back to an incident that happened in our fair little town a few years ago. Bertram had a new police chief, I guess he was. It was a department of one, I think. So I’m not sure how chiefly he was. One day we headed out of town, to San Antonio to a wedding. Madeline was driving, with me in the front passenger seat and daughter in law Katherine in the back seat. This was a time when Bertram had the notable distinction of being one … Continue reading C’est la vie

Vernon Blizzard

After a lifetime of thinking I knew how to spell his name I recently found out it is Blisard. With it being the time of year when the temperatures are cooling down, let me tell you about a Blizzard we once experienced. His name was Vernon (Blizzard) Blisard. He worked with my grandmother Ruby at the State School. That was in the early 1960s, over in west Austin. I don’t know what Vernon did at work but away from work he traded in Shetland ponies. He didn’t just deal in them, he was a Major Shetland Pony Trafficker. If you, … Continue reading Vernon Blizzard

The Double Cross

There are things that happen in our lives that leave us wondering about human nature. This story left me feeling less trustful. I had become very good friends with an old gentleman that was my neighbor. Upon his retiring after a long and successful career as an excavation contractor in Austin, I bought his office and yard and several pieces of his equipment. I didn’t buy his business per se, and I’ve alway questioned why I didn’t. He had almost cornered the market on doing the big excavation projects around Austin. Oh well, I guess things work out. One of … Continue reading The Double Cross

A Young Man And His Dog

Thinking about and talking about goats today brought to mind perhaps the finest and best trained Border Collie that ever lived. Rennie was her name. She belonged to my brother Kenny. He got her at about 6 months old when he was a freshman in high school. He raised her and trained her. She was good working goats or cattle, as long as Kenny was there to give her commands. He got her to the point that he could walk out of the door at the house and tell her to go get the goats. The goats were always housed … Continue reading A Young Man And His Dog

Lacy Dog, Blue Lacy, Lacy Hog Dog or just a Lacy

By whatever name you call it, it’s all the same thing it appears. But one thing there is not in dispute about; they have a real history right here in Burnet County and the surrounding area. The following link credits HC Wilkes with starting to call them Blue Lacy’s in the 1990’s. I sure remember that being the one thing they were called well before 1990, most likely by HC Wilkes and many other others. I think the most common name I heard was Lacy Hog Dog. The article below tells us a lot about the breed. Check out the … Continue reading Lacy Dog, Blue Lacy, Lacy Hog Dog or just a Lacy

EXCAVATING FOR A NEW BANK BUILDING

Back in 1978 my company contracted to excavate for the new Capitol National Bank. It was the largest job of that type that Lewis Contractors had ever taken on. Considering it was excavating 30′ deep a full block square downtown Austin from 7th to 8th St. between Guadalupe and Lavaca and it was solid limestone rock it had its challenges. The only real way to accomplish a project like that was to blast. If I remember correctly, we did it in around 60 days. Considering the equipment we had to work with in those days, it seems remarkable to me … Continue reading EXCAVATING FOR A NEW BANK BUILDING

Selling Firewood

While it’s probably evident that I enjoy talking about myself, I have a few stories to tell that were told to me along the way. This one provided a good lesson, that proves up that things are not always as they seem. Years ago I had an accountant working for me that previously had worked for a wealthy gentleman over in Rockdale. GK was the accountant, Pete Coffield was his previous employer. Mr. Coffield was in almost any business where he could make money. His earlier years, during the Depression, he had a little money so he hired guys to … Continue reading Selling Firewood

GK Worley And The Coffield Family

Gk was my accountant for several years. I’ve mentioned him in a few of my other stories before. GK was so fast on a desk calculator, you’d think the keys were going to fly off. By the time I got to know him, he was pretty much an old drunk. He would shake a lot. But when he sit down and had a pen in his hand that man had the nicest handwriting of any person I’ve ever known. He had gone to a business school when he was young. He could do shorthand and took dictation at an amazing … Continue reading GK Worley And The Coffield Family

A Petey Story

Petey was the son of a very wealthy man from Rockdale. A story was told that several of the ladies of note in Rockdale payed the senior Pete Coffield a visit one day in his office to get a donation to do an improvement project at the library or perhaps a museum. They all came in and laid out there reason was for the visit. Mr. Coffield listened and was just about ready to order up a sizeable check when one of the lady’s said “one moment, before you decide on an amount. You may want to know that Petey … Continue reading A Petey Story

Sitting On The Spit & Whittle Bench

I had an old friend that worked over in Rockdale for many years. There were a bunch of the old fellows that sit on the bench down by the Depot contemplating the worlds problems. When man first landed on the moon, they all decided it was all made up. “There ain’t no way they really sent a man all the way to the moon” on of them remarked. Another swore he’d been to that exact place they were showing on TV. “It’s out in ol’ such & such’s pasture over in Pettibone”, a community just about 20 miles north of … Continue reading Sitting On The Spit & Whittle Bench