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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Stop the Madness! HIGH-SPEED RAIL- TOLL ROADS- ETC

Let's propose a new paradigm, one that we can all live with: Let everyone learn to live within their own means, without expecting to encroach on the rights or property of others...
 
Bluebells, the namesake for your favorite ice cream, still survive in the rolling hills of Grimes County, but the scars of civilization are just beginning...
 
Stop the Madness!

Houston: A half-Century of unchecked expansion

Citizens of Grimes and nearby counties are once again threatened by wild government schemes and unconstitutional forfeiture of their property. FOUR major projects are planned to accommodate the needs of the Houston area while our rights and convenience are thrown under the bus, and in the exchange, toll roads will replace our Farm to Market roads, while a monumentally expensive and UNPROVEN high-speed rail system and two electricity transmission lines destroy our environment in order to serve others.

This recurring nightmare began decades ago, when reasonable citizens gradually abandoned the “concrete jungle” in Houston and sought safety, serenity and a better life. Then just a hungry little gator, Houston, Texas was already the seventh largest city in the United States, striving to be the energy capital of the world. Seeing the trend of a perpetual attack on our quality of life, my family and many others relocated to Grimes County, which was a comfortable distance from the relentless urban sprawl of Harris County.  Anointed by LBJ as “Space City,” the Houston Metropolitan Area continued to expand like a heartless lava flow all the way to the extremes of Harris County and beyond.  We fled, and found temporary refuge, but we knew this day would probably come.

Now the fourth largest city in the United States, Houston has blossomed into the Great Shop of Horrors, an insatiable overgrown parasite who, like the cute little plant in The Little Shop of Horrors, one day looked down on its keeper and demanded, “FEED ME!”

A stomach with no conscience, it lives to serve itself, and being so powerful, it does not have to explain itself. We must feed it, or it will make us sorry. The Houston Shop of Horrors must have water. Lots of it. It must have energy. Lots of it. It must have convenience… as much as it can make for itself. And like many rotten and untrainable pets, it MUST have a disgusting potty-box to deposit all of its excrement. It looks to anyone and everyone outside of its perimeters to fill these constant needs.

Unfortunately, Harris County cannot support its unmanageable shop of horrors. It looks to its weaker neighbors to supply the oceans of water, the megawatts of energy, the miles of convenient access, and the vast garbage dumps, whatever necessary for its survival.  In blind revenge it routinely takes what it wants from those who wisely fled from its clutches. And it will continue to do so until the cows can no longer come home. The high speed rails, the toll roads, and the utility lines that feed this selfish monster will continue to butcher and choke the surrounding countryside until the cows will be totally landlocked; their owner’s farms invaded, confiscated, divided and violated to serve the “greater good”; the “Greater Houston Metropolitan Area,” that is.  It is time to stop the madness.

It is time for the people, and especially the governments of the various counties who neighbor with this conscienceless leviathan to stand up and unite and work together to limit the damage Houston and its champions would do to us in the name of “progress.”

In the path of possible destruction: Beautiful high ground on HWY 90 between Anderson and Navasota- I have dubbed Holland Pass, above the bottoms of Holland Creek. Tapley Holland was one of the heroes martyred at the Alamo.

More than land at stake.

Grimes County is one of the last jewels of Texas country life, the veritable “Cradle of Texas Independence,” land purchased with blood shed at the Alamo, tragically nestled under the treacherous shadow of an expansive monster that knows no limits to its mindless appetite. It is time to fight this enemy of OUR greater good with everything we have got, and stop the tide of ugly, inefficient suburban sprawl. Houston plans to cut up Grimes County like a cheap side of beef. It does not know or care the price of the land, the irreversible damage to it, the value of our lifestyle, or the fate of our irreplaceable heritage which it would slice and pave.

Houston does not know it, but it needs us just as we are. We are an enclave of beauty and serenity, and we have inadvertently become the stewards of its forgotten soul, the keepers of the flame that has inspired the whole world since the Battle of San Jacinto, wisely masterminded by none other than Sam Houston.  
 
Jesse Grimes was an early pioneer, friend of Sam Houston and signor of the Texas Declaration of Independence.

I grew up in Houston. But I never felt and loved and relived its history until I was able to get far from it and experience the land as the pioneers did here in Grimes County. When my family came here, we were enthralled by this wonderful time-capsule that had saved the buildings, the fences, the roads and bridges, and the very lands as the early Texians had seen and worked them. It shaped my character, my life, and my art. You might label me a poet or an idealist, but few souls like me are ever spawned between the dark, dangerous fast-lanes of the city. My imagination took root and prospered as I discovered pristine woodlands and breathtaking vistas in the local landscape. So near to Houston, and yet a world away.  I feel so fortunate to have escaped the house of horrors.


A winnable strategy

We all remember past struggles to kill other impositions by outside governments. We have won some and lost some. But some of us learned the game when we successfully fought Governor Rick Perry’s Spanish Imposition, the grandiose “Trans- Texas Corridor,” and will fight this battle as well. And we will do it for future Texans whom we know will need and cherish the inspiration and serenity of the Texas heartland as we do.  We will do it for the wildlife, once nearly exterminated, now flourishing. Yes, we will do it for the cows and their owners. And we will do it for those that went before, buried and resting in this soil, who faithfully farmed parched cotton land, built fieldstone villages and churches, and wrote the Texas Declaration of Independence and those famous blues songs from the Brazos Valley…  In the process, they wrote their fierce spirit into our hearts.

Joining hands with the American Stewards of Liberty Alliance, an organization experienced in these battles for land owner’s rights, we can beat the Houston overreach with public awareness and Texas Law… if we can afford the lawyers. Every community must organize to create a formidable gamut of legal red-tape, insurmountable for mercenary bureaucrats, who are required BY LAW to COOPERATE WITH EVERY LOCAL INTETY. At every turn we will shame them. This is one way we derailed the Trans Texas Corridor.

Sam Houston, the namesake of the City, would be ashamed of its present reality, so narcissistic and insulting to its neighbors. He once served as our President and lived here in our neighborhood, just across the river, in the frontier capital of the Republic of Texas. Houston was baptized in a creek over in Washington County, and that faith he attained gave him the courage to stand against the enormous tide of Secession and the subsequent War Between the States. He taught us something about fighting for right, the value of this land, its worthiness for personal sacrifice.  He won Texas for all of us, against all odds, by a military miracle, and more accurately the Grace of God.  We will fight these urban Huns for him too.

You may never before have had a chance to live and act and feel like a real, old-time TEXIAN. Here is your opportunity. In fact, this struggle is exactly like the Texas Revolution, where a powerful and ruthless government used and abused the citizens at its fringe to enjoy unjust benefits at their expense.

Houston is the Mexican Army, looting and taking at will, granting no quarter, intolerant and all-powerful. But this will be no “Runaway Scrape.” 

Please get involved and help turn the tide of injustice and the institutional violation of land owner’s rights, and join the fight for a virgin wilderness, inhabited by wild cats and eagles, and people who foster them. Join this fight or see our Texas heartland finally and forever rolled over like a stinking Chicago parking lot. Join the fight or live with the shame that you did nothing in a time of distress while good men struggled for our way of life.

Look at any map of Texas. It has already been carved and bastardized enough. Help us stop this madness, this relentless expansion with no end, which has no inspiration but greed and convenience. Texas is being changed forever by raptors who would trade our quality of life for speed, profit, and no small amount of personal gain. Remember the quaint old rice town Katy? Remember Alvin, once the garden land of Texas? Remember the stately Imperial Sugar plant Sugarland! Remember the stately trade oaks at the crossroads of Tomball! Remember the virgin forests of Conroe? Rural serenity is long gone at those hapless doormats for Houston.  We are next.

ENOUGH ALREADY!  HOUSTON IS BIG ENOUGH. Really! We must band together and force the great house of horrors in Harris County to accommodate itself; to build its own infrastructure in order to feed and sustain itself; to supply its own water, its own garbage dumps, its own energy, and to limit its impositions on its neighbors. Houston’s appetite will always be insatiable as long as others provide the sacrifice at its alter.

Besides, we are now full of people and opportunities ourselves. We all chose our beds, and now we must sleep in them.  That would be true social justice. Maybe then, if Houston has to curtail its own rapaciousness, if it is raping itself, it will begin to check its own expansion. Only then will it no longer require so much from those on its fringe, those of us wise enough not to participate in, or inhabit its hopeless system.

Remember the ALAMO!

CONTACT your elected representatives! Many assume that nobody is paying attention and have their heads in the sand… and are waiting for the political winds to blow… So BLOW! Here are your bullets:

Specifically, we are fighting:

1)    The Proposed Dallas to Houston High Speed Rail- This will be a political battle. We call it properly JAPANESE High Speed Rail, as they will be the only folks who will get any advantages out of building this… (no benefits to us, only gutting of property values, community sacrifice and transportation inconvenience) The California High Speed Rail system just went bankrupt… was 68 BILLION underfunded, will have to be taken over by the Feds… Contact Kevin Brady , 301 Cannon Building, Washington D. C. 20515!

2)    The Proposed “Brazos Valley Connection” 345 KV Transmission Line which is to stretch from Harris County through Waller County to Grimes County... Both of these lines offer only sacrifice, inconvenience and decimation of property values.

3)    The Proposed “Cross Texas Transmission” 345 KV Line which will run from Grimes County up to Limestone County… transecting Madison, Brazos, Robertson, Leon and Freestone  Counties. These two transmission lines are our biggest hurdles, both will require a legal battle costing hundreds of thousands of dollars. Landowners must dig deep in their pockets or this may not be stalled in time.

4)    The State Highway 249 Toll Road (from FM 1774 to SH105, local authorities have withdrawn their support of this incursion). Once again, no benefits locally, only decimated property values, sacrifice and inconvenience. “Toll Roads are the new [Public] Utility,” said OUR FORMER State Rep., Lois Kolkhorst with regret in March of 2013 (now elected State Senator in another district) and publicly stated that this 249 Toll Road was a “boondoggle” and that she was against toll roads and anticipated that surpluses in future budgets, “rainy day funds” etc. could take up the slack in building our rural highways.

Learn more about all of this at www.communityupdate.org

If you want to get involved, contact: grimescitizenadvisorygroup@ gmail.com

If you want to get the play-by-play, then “FRIEND” GCAG on Facebook;  SEARCH FOR GRIMES CITIZEN ADVISORY GROUP.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

The finishing touch: ART makes a difference!

I went on and on about my stay out at the McMullen Ranch guest house near Whitehall... but I couldn't show you the interior of the old farmhouse where I stayed until we put the final touches on the interior... which, coincidentally happened to be my art work which covers the walls. And it looks pretty good (If I must say so myself!).

The 1900 farmhouse sits a good 150 yards off of a country road in southern Grimes County.
 
It has been completely overhauled... The exterior appears much as it did when the German farmers who lived there called it home...
 
But the inside has been freshly remodeled and beautifully decorated. Still, visitors can enjoy the old- fashioned Texas farm life, with lots of WOOD, wood floors, wood burning stove for heat in the winter, and board and batten wooden walls, just like everybody used in times past.

The spacious kitchen is well equipped, and has modern amenities such as coffee-maker and micro-wave oven.

Surrounded by quiet and the sounds of nature, the cute, intimate dining room is perfect for conversation.

The bedrooms are comfortable and yet filled with light and austere country life. There will be curtains installed here, but I enjoyed not having any, as the sun can wake you up in the morning. This bedroom sleeps three.


The east bedroom faces the rising sun, and sleeps two. One on the bed, one on the floor... just kidding. These beds are primo- very comfortable, and provide for excellent sleeping, even through a thunderstorm!

Still, my favorite part of the old place is the porch, which must have fifty foot of breezeway which wraps around three sides of the house.

Pretty cool huh? Let me know if you ever need the place, I'll try to get you a deal, my "Blogger's Discount"!

Thursday, December 1, 2011

An old artist friend: David Woods


The son of Mr. Alex Woods Jr. and Mrs. Mosie Lee Woods, David Woods grew up in Montgomery, Texas and attended Montgomery schools. He was born 1953 in Navasota, Texas and grew up working in the cotton fields of Grimes and Montgomery Counties and learned to pick and chop cotton to help feed his family before he was a teen-ager. He remembers forsaking his education in order to meet the expectations of the cotton producers, who pressed him and most of his siblings into service every year at harvest time. But today he draws inspiration from these experiences of his childhood.

There was always around half a dozen children around the Woods household, and times were hard, so as a child David learned to make new toys out of cereal and cigar boxes, entertaining himself and others with his native creativity. He first began to draw and make posters while in school, and eventually realized that he had real talent in art.

David met me one day in 1979 in Plantersville at our family store, and showed me some of his paintings. He shyly showed me these wonderful little miniatures of Texas black folklore. An instant friendship began that day and I helped David make the transformation from miniature paintings to full sized oil paintings on canvas. Eventually he fell in love with acrylics, as they fit his fast, hard-edge style. For about a year he shared my studio in Navasota, where he began his art career.

This painting by David is one of several we have in our gallery at Blues Alley

David was a quick learner and soon attracted collectors around the area, who loved the paintings of his authentic childhood memories. He was commissioned to do major works for local ranches and businesses, and one large portrait of Security State Bank in Navasota (Now Wells Fargo Bank). David worked for the American Basket Factory in Navasota for years, painting Texas folk scenes on their baskets and wooden products. He later worked for Christian Enterprises, now relocated in Tyler, where he continued to use his talent as a decorative artist until they left Navasota.

One peculiar anecdote I remember when he first started was when he had a one-man show at Security State Bank in Navasota. His magnificent paintings adorned the bank for several days and then suddenly the bank was caught in a quandry, feeling pressure to take them down. Some black citizens seemed to object to the artwork, saying it was an insult to them. They found nothing redeeming about his works. Steve Johnson, the bank Vice President who had arranged the show decided to leave them up. He argued sincerely that David's works were done by a black person, about blacks and their heritage, and that he was just offering space to let that story be told... "It's history!" he exclaimed, "You can't argue with history!" Alas it still was not considered "PC" and the work was retired prematurely. Ironically, David Woods suffered prejudice from his own.

Like Leon Collins who came along much later, he sells mostly to white collectors, who seem to appreciate and care more about the story of black struggles and their roots. Every year David pleases fans by showing his works at the Navasota BluesFest, where he has also been known to pick the guitar as well. He has been the official artist of the event for over a decade.

David poses with his display at the Navasota Bluesfest.

David has done several gallery exhibits and was interviewed by Ray Miller and appeared on the Eyes of Texas, where his talent was showcased for Houston area television viewers. He has also been written about in the Navasota Examiner over the years, and the subject of one their feature articles.

David's works are realistic, but largely painted from his imagination. He loves to depict the dignity of people engaged in hard work, and the atmospheric effects that Texas humidity has on the landscape. He loves to paint the world he was born in, just one generation from the horse and buggy days, mule-drawn plows and water sipped from a hand dug well. David paints the old Southern angle of Texas, when blacks made up one half of the population in his hometown, and took pride in their role in building the State. He represents the last generation that can tell the story of Texas plantation life, fresh from his own experience. After painting professionally for over thirty years, his message still rings true and timeless, and will someday remind all of us of who we were and how far we have come.

David was the model for this commission I did for Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Moore.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

UNDER SIEGE: Navasota doctors and the Yellow Fever epidemic: Part Five


This series is dedicated to my great, great uncle, Dr. Russell Caffery of San Antonio, for whom I was named.

At the beginning of this series on Grimes County doctors, I asked the question, why so many doctors? It is a known fact that early Texas was a wide open, dangerous land, and many communities suffered from lack of access to proper medicine. They suffered even more for lack of roads, food and protection from the elements and Indians. The doctors I have already mentioned came here in spite of these deficiencies. Even then, to have had three doctors within buggy riding distance was a real luxury. From what I can gather, in the very early times, most of the doctoring was done by Dr. Neblett, as the other two were almost career politicians.

As the steamboats made their way up the Brazos and then the railroad arrived, so came even more men of medicine. This second wave of physicians were young men, attracted to the frontier, and yet pragmatic. You had to plant your base of operations where you could get medical supplies. Washington on the Brazos had been the Capital of Texas, and was in the center of activity. Right before the Civil War, Navasota was the end of the line for the Houston & Texas Central Railroad. It was the only inland railroad into the heart of the plantation region, where most people lived. And as this center for commerce grew, the population grew with it, albeit quite transient. Still, Navasota had an almost unexplainable attraction; at a time when the larger City of Waco bragged of having around ten physicians, Navasota had seven, and several more in reserve. There is no doubt that there was an incredible concentration of some of Texas’ most educated and useful men, right here, from the very beginning. When the Yellow Fever scourge arrived, it found at least fifteen doctors here to engage with it. When you consider the year, and the state of the medical profession in Texas then, it could only be that God Himself had brought this dream team to do battle with this devastating disease... and devastating it was...

Some information here comes from The Medicine Man in Texas and Dr. Andrew Robert Kilpatrick, who wrote a history of early Navasota and much of what I write here draws from his memory…

Excerpts from: A Brief sketch of Navasota, Texas prepared by Andrew Robert Kilpatrick:

“In early times, the practice was done by physicians over in Washington. The first resident physicians to practice here were Drs. Armitage, Mcfall, and Alexander Waugh, all of whom came in late 1859, or early 1860. Dr. David A. Jameson came about the same time. Dr. Pryor H. Smith came about 1861. Dr. Joseph N. Baylor came about 1864.”

By 1867 many more had come, and just in time, for when death came riding on a dark horse… and bringing with it "three months of woe..."

In 1867, Navasota seemed to be in a state of healthy growth and prosperity: trade was quite large and brisk. Numbers of buildings had been erected and many more projected. Our population was pleasing. Early in the summer the physicians encountered many cases of severe fever, some of which proved fatal, showing symptoms of yellow fever. The fatal disease showed itself in some of the northern seacoast towns; it soon reached Galveston and Houston and in August it showed itself here. In the month of August, 1867 there were 15 deaths, all white but two. In September there were 119 deaths, only 14 of whom were colored; the other 105 were whites. Nearly every one of the colored dying were mulattoes; pure blacks seldom died. In October there were 39 deaths, of whom 5 were colored. In November there were only three deaths.

The panic created by the epidemic was equal to any made by an invading army. Out of the resident population of over three thousand, there were only a thousand two hundred or a thousand three hundred who remained in the city, nearly every one of whom had the fever. Many of those who left the city died where they fled and scores of the survivors never returned, owing to the dread they had of the fever. It completely revolutionized the City and prostrated it more than the four-year war had done. Scores of persons in the Country and in the neighboring towns who had fully determined to move here and settle were deterred from doing so and for many months several houses in town were vacant.

The Mayor, W. E. Jones, left the City precipitately, and all was in the most utter confusion. Every carriage, wagon, or conveyance of any kind was brought in to use to haul people and their effects. The weather was rainy and many more were killed by the exposure. The alarm spread in the country, and the country people dreaded to hold intercourse with the refugees... Navasota was like a city in the state of siege. The cars [railroad] continued to run but so many merchants had fled that provisions soon became scarce and dear. Scarcely anything could be procured from the country, and soon all kinds of eatables ran up to fabulous prices, and the same spirit of speculation prevailed that had existed during the war.

Nurses were hard to be procured and they charged very high for their services. Five dollars a day and ten dollars a night was demanded, and sometimes paid; but most of the persons who had remained in town were poor, so they were unable to pay. Ignorant nurses caused many deaths.

R. H. Geisel took a very active part in helping the sick and convalescent, and burying the dead. He assumed the duties of the Mayor, as far as he could, and his memory should be cherished by us for his self sacrifice and his prompt and constant effort to help the sick and suffering. Day and night during the entire three months of woe, he seemed to be everywhere. Sometimes he went to the country to minister to the sick. He died the third day of January, 1873 at the age of 39 years. In justice to him the people should rear a monument over his grave.”

Kilpatrick also counted that there were many other heroes in those times, especially amongst the physicians. Out of the 176 known deaths, six were physicians working tirelessly to save the others. Drs. Beasseley, J. Hamilton Jones, Paul Smith, A. Campbell, J. W. Russell, and Dr. Pryor H. Smith, all perished in the battle with this merciless disease.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Autumn is always welcome: Color in Texas!

Even the oaks rage red in Bosque County

Many people, especially ones from New England or the West, comment when they visit Texas, that they miss the seasons. They especially miss the autumn colors of Vermont or the aspens of Colorado. And it's true that our autumn color over all is nothing comparable to these areas. But then, Texas is huge, and cannot be expected to compete with the unique botanical specialties of much smaller states. We have counties larger than some of these regions. But east Texas has a wonderful charm when its sycamore and sweetgum turn. The cypress groves along the Hill Country rivers turn a fabulous gold and salmon. And some of the Spanish oak makes its own fire on the mountains.

If my travels all over America have taught me one thing, it is that Texas does have extraordinary beauty, and VARIETY, probably because of its size, and if you are willing to hike and drive, you can see the most beautiful autumn landscape in the world. These are all photographs I have taken, of the Texas Hill Country, the magnificent maples within the Guadelupe Mountains of west Texas, and also of my own, more accessible region...

I do believe that the McKittrick Canyon offers a gorgeous, jaw dropping beauty that is unsurpassed anywhere. The secret to seeing it is realizing that Texas covers two time zones and several distinct geographical climates. The cold mountain nights turn the colors first in the far west. You must start watching it in the southwest in early November and work your way northeast to the hill country, then all hell breaks loose. All over a two or three week period. The colors turn in my town in late November. If you do the reverse, you will miss it all. Most of you will not be able to go see it for yourselves... so I give these to you, to brag about what wonders God has done... In Texas!

Lost Maples State park near Vanderpool offers the most convenient collection of native Maple trees.


McKittrick Canyon, in mid-November, offers the best fall color in the Southwest. It is found in far west Texas near the New Mexico line in Guadelupe Peak National Forest.

Dogwood trees make spendid autumn foliage here in Grimes County.

Sumac decorates the roads near Salado in Bell County.


McKittrick Canyon in west Texas is loaded with Bigtooth Maples.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

third day




Third days have special significance to Christians. Perhaps the Lord will provide a good rain on this day and squelch the fires that have ravaged the south end of Grimes County... and other counties that have suffered so much from the recent fires.

I made a circuitous route on Tuesday morning all around the affected areas in Grimes County. First of all, you have to know the Media never saw a disaster it did not love. And typically, the Media has not provided good information and instead inflamed fear and stress over this event. It would be nice if they just told you what has actually happened, instead of leaving such vague impressions, or downright misinformation.

Still there, and GREEN, were the King's Orchard, Texas Renaissance Festival, Todd Mission, Plantersville, and hundreds of homes west of there along Cedar, Clarke, and Lone Star Roads. Still there and unscathed was the commercial businesses along HWY 105, and still there was the patch of bluebells on the rolling hills near Yarboro.

Still, the battle continues, and the results are not clear, around Shadow Lake, Pinebrook, the very small town of Stoneham and the forest south and west of there. So far not much fire has crossed the railroad tracks that parallel HWY 105. A helicpopter was scouting around the area and can be seen in one of the photos above. But an encouraging sign were the big red dozers pulling out of the Yarboro area as I drove onto County Rd 306, where yesterday they were beginning to face off the fire near the Lawridge Ranch...

So far, the rumor mill has been treacherous, and facts less available, as all kinds of nonsense has been repeated. A visit to the Navasota High School last night found little or no disaster, or disaster refugees looking for shelter. Most evacuees, (supposedly some 1800 of them!) had better places to go... probably to neighbor's homes. Many houses were reported ot have been lost, and then were found in tact.

More importantly, many homes were unexplainably spared, unless you give prayer to God the credit. One home, fervently prayed for but sure to be lost, was found completely untouched, surrounded by homes left in ashes.

We will be telling and relishing in such stories for a long time to come.

Monday, June 20, 2011

An imminent danger, and a military response




You have your own personal army, dedicated men and women who run to the battle, no matter the inconvenience. That haze on the horizon is the smoke rolling in as a forest fire gets within striking distance. Those big red John Deere dozers are the first line of defense. Think of them as artillary. Those guys on the fire truck are the infantry, our own Navasota firefighters regrouping after a morning of hand to hand combat.

Homes, barns, fences & livestock, lost...







And the beautiful forest, now a 3000+ acre ashen battlefield. Homeless families have been accomodated at the Texas Renaissance Festival. So far, the quiet hamlet of Stoneham has avoided the flames, and there have been few injuries. Just click on the photos and they will enlarge, click again and it will suck you right into the fire!

FOREST FIRE!






The view from FM 362 is the best and safest place to view the fire... I counted five different plumes rising up along the ridge between the point of origin and present location of the fire. 25 mile an hour winds seemed to fan the fires back up a little on Monday morning, but the damage was already done... now a number of great old pine trees will slowly burn up, along with countlesss stumps uncovered by the scorching of the forest floor.

A historic fire in Grimes County






There was so muck bunk on the Internet I had to go check things out for myself... these are pictures taken on Monday morning from around 9:30 to 11:30, from where the forest fire started around West Magnolia Forest, along County Rd 304 to where it was being fought just west of Stoneham.

Thanks to the folks at the Triple C General Store for the bottle of water... their electricity was out, and they were getting ice and locking up the store, which I hope was safe, after a night of prayer.

I found our magnificent firefighters gathering at a ranch just to the east of the Lawridge Ranch, getting their battle plan together for another face off with Grimes County's worst fire ever. Pray for them, that their work will be successful, and they will not be hurt, and that it will rain tomorrow and end this chapter in their scrapbook.

And look at that beautiful Navasota Firetruck! In action! Makes you really appreciate all those years of scrimping and saving to acquire such a stellar fire fighting team. Go Plantersville! Go Anderson! Go Montgomery! Damn good bunch of volunteers.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Bluebonnets of Navasota... and Plantersville!



Yes, even when the bluebonnets do not show up around the state, cut by perhaps 90% due to drought and late frosts, we still have a few here in Grimes County. In fact the best in the region, which, I think means the best in Texas!

Although the wildflowers in general are half of their usual strength, they are still magnificent. And the best pasture? In Plantersville, the place where I first saw these wonderful flowers forty years ago.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Marcus Mallard Blows My Mind. Again.



This just proves one thing, I don't know beans about Grimes County! Here are the lyrics to a song originally written and recorded by our own Joe Tex, but later recorded by the great...


Johnny Cash - Look at Them Beans


This time last year there sure was a lot of sad faces around this old house
Our papa died without fullfillin' his life's dream
Of producing one of the best crops in Grimes County
Though papa died with that dream still in his head
A desire in his heart a promise on his lips callusess on both hands
And two dollars in his pocket
Papa didn't live long enough to see his dreams come true
So he died from too much work broken spirit I guess
But I promised our mama that if it was a last thing he'd ever do
He'd live long enough to see just one good crop come through
But you see we can't plan on things without first talking to God
Because we don't know his plans and if we don't include him my friends
The way can get mighty hard
They say that everytime a good and righteous person
Is buried in God's good earth it's just fortilizer for the soil
And I guess there must be some truth to that whether we believe it or not
I just wish that papa was here right now
So that he could see this good crop that we fin'ly got

Hey look at that beans and look at that corn
And I bet them watermelons must be three feet long
Man look at them tomatoes and look at them peas
Well I know if papa was here right now he'd sure be pleased

And papa would sure be proud of his children too
My brother's famous now got his own show on the road
Traveling in customized bus imported from Europe
That boy always did love music and he loves to travel
I got a sister that's got a good job in a beauty shop
Making money making other people look good
Ain't nobody here at a house now but me and mama
And mama she's gettin' weaker and she's gettin' older every day
And she talks softly about joinin' papa in his heavenly home
But that woman sure did love that man
She worked beside papa for forty some odd years
Tryin' to produce a good crop and never could grow a single bean
But I just wish that papa was here right now to see this good crop that we fin'ly got

Man look at that beans and look at that corn
And I bet them watermelons must be three feet long
Man look at them tomatoes and look at them peas
Well I know if papa was here right now he'd sure be pleased
And papa if you can hear me look at them beans