Windmills, Cows, and San Jacinto

As mentioned in an earlier blog, I was traveling home from Corpus Christi, Texas.  I traveled back on a local farm road that meanders through farm fields and coastal bays.  I had purposely decided to take my time in order to stop by the small town of Bayside(population 360), thirty miles north of Corpus Christi.  My goal was to take a picture of a house I had discovered a few years back.  You see as you approach Bayside, you will see the small town to your right.  It is the type of town you hear about that if you blink, you will miss it.  Years back, Jan and I decided to take a five minute tour of Bayside.  While we were there, we discovered an old house along the bay.  So this day I decided to slow down and visit Bayside again.

Now Bayside is named appropriately since it borders the Texas coast, mainly Copano Bay.  It is a small town of a few potholed streets lined with small unimpressive houses.  My first goal was to take a picture of the old house.   Unlike the other houses, this one was fairly large and contained a widow’s watch looking over the bay.  Now as a Texas history re-enactor, this house was special to me since it was built by John Wood, a veteran of the Battle of San Jacinto.  John Wood built this house in 1875. It later was turned into a hotel.

It was very quiet that morning in Bayside.  I parked my car along the bay and took my camera out.  Now one thing I discovered is that Bayside is not lacking in mosquitoes.  As I took my first picture, I don’t think I could tell the difference between the mosquitoes and the hairs on my leg.  I knew I had to hurry up my task, so I snapped away and ran back to the car.  As I made my escape from the mosquitoes, I looked around to absorb the scenery.  In front of me was a long pier stretching out over the bay.  I was in no rush, so I walked down the pier and just sat down.  Off in the distance I could hear someone’s radio playing some Mexican music.  I took a few pictures of the bay, observed the numerous fish swimming around, and finally decided it was time to go.  Except for the one radio playing, I did not see a single soul along the bay.  I briefly thought of buying a house there and living there until my money ran out, but Texas A&M is not free so I got back into my car and left. 

As I left Bayside and headed towards Refugio, I passed by some cows along the road shown at the top of this blog.   The cows did not look like they were in a hurry and if fact, I thought they were celebrating breast awareness month.  I pulled my camera out and took a few shots.  I was a bit disappointed that they didn’t raise a sign saying, “Eat more chicken”.

It was time to go home, plus I still had Refugio to go, so I packed my camera up, looked back down the road at Bayside thinking of the pier, and headed on down the road.

From Texas to Ireland

Little did I know, when I turned off Farm to Market Road 774 in Refugio, Texas, last week, I would end up in Balleygarrett, Ireland one week later.

I was returning back home to Orange, Texas from my hometown Corpus Christi, Texas.  Now I have made this trip a thousand times, but this time I decided to take my camera and take a few pictures.  I wanted to take some photographs between Corpus Christi and Refugio.  I took several pictures on the way to Refugio which I may blog later on, but what interested me the most was a Victorian style house off the main highway in Refugio, Texas. 

Now if you’ve ever been to Refugio then you know it’s in the middle of nowhere.  The only reason you would drive to Refugio is if you are going to Corpus Christi or Mexico, 160 miles south.  It’s a very small town and only takes about 5 minutes to drive through.  The first house I was looking for was near the courthouse.  As I pulled up to it and took my pictures, I saw a man standing out in front of the Victorian style house watering his grass.  I also noticed a “For Sale” sign out in front.  My curiosity got the best of me so I put my camera away and drove in front of the house.  I introduced myself and asked the man if he was the owner.  He answered yes, and so I proceeded to ask him about his house’s history.  He told me it was built in the early 1900’s for the granddaughter of the empresario James Powers.

Now for those not familiar with Texas history, back in 1820’s Mexico was having problems with Indians in Texas.  One of the solutions was to settle the area with Mexicans or Anglos.  Since Mexico could not find enough willing Mexicans to move north, they gave grants of land to men like James Powers to bring in immigrants from the United States or from Europe.

The owner went on to tell me that the house was approximately 8000 square feet and the price he was asking.  I told him thanks, and being the amateur historian, wrote down James Powers’ name.  After I got home I looked up James Powers’ name on the internet.  As a Texas history buff, I knew that Stephen F. Austin brought the first group of settlers to Texas.  What I didn’t know is that James Powers went back to Ireland in 1834 to get settlers for his land.  James was from a small town called Balleygarrett, Ireland.  It is a small town south of Dublin.  Since one of the rules to move to Mexico was you that you had to become Catholic,  James did not have a hard time selling the idea of moving Irish Catholics to Texas.

Now the Irish in Balleygarrett were having some problems of their own.  It seems the Catholics in Ireland were not being treated well by the Protestant British.  When James Powers showed up and offered them a chance to own their own land in Texas, 350 joined up for the trip.

They were told to bring everything they needed since there were no Home Depots in 1834.  The group left Liverpool and arrived in New Orleans in early 1834 just as a cholera epidemic was spreading.   As their journey continued to Texas nearly one half of the colonists would die from cholera.  As if things couldn’t get worse, both of their ships wrecked on the Texas coast.  The weary Irish somehow survived the wreck and made their way to shore with most of their belongings only to be quarantined by the Mexican government on the beaches.  The surviving colonists sat exposed to the elements for two weeks before being allowed to move inland.

As the year 1834 came to a close the Irish colonists began to settle in,  just in time for the Texas Revolution.   As the Mexican armies advanced north through Texas, many of the Irish colonists had to flee, losing everything they owned.  A few others fought and died with Colonel Fannin at the Goliad Massacre.  I wondered if the ones who survived thought it was worth the price.

I concluded my research by driving to Ireland.  Well, actually I traveled via Google Map’s street view.  Along a small road entering Ballygarret sits a small stone that says, “Welcome to BallyGarrett Twinned with Refugio, Texas.”

What's your rush?

           That’s what I thought as we planned our trip to visit our daughter in Dallas, Texas.  Our normal plan was to get to I-45 as quickly as possible and travel straight north to Dallas, avoiding as many East Texas roads as possible.  You see, I think there is an unspoken rule for some rural drivers.  They must drive 10 mph below the stated speed limit.  There are also logging trucks strategically placed along the roads in case you try to pass.  These trucks not only drive 20 mph below the speed limit, but make you check your status with the Lord as you look at that thin chain holding 100 logs bouncing on a long old flatbead.  
            On this trip we decided that we were not going to rush it, so we opted to take it easy and enjoy a leisurely trip through East Texas. We would skip all bypasses and drive through the heart of every town: Woodville, Groveton, Crockett, Palestine, and Corsicana, stopping at places like Moosehead Lodge, a local diner for the town folk as well as the Crockett County Republican Headquarters. 
            Our first stop was lunch at Z’s Fillin Station.  We located the restaurant on my smart phone.  Using Google maps and GPS we traveled down Hwy 69/287 and missed the diner.  So much for GPS.  We both ordered onion rings, and Jan ordered a twice baked potato while I ordered ribs.  All the food was good.  I think I saw on the menu a 100 lb hamburger or something like that.  Anyway texasbob can tell you more.
 http://www.texasbob.com/eats/tbe_zstation.html
            We continued on our trip to Crockett,Texas.  Now, I imagine most people take the loop around Crockett.  Probably saves you 5 minutes.  We decided to drive through the heart of downtown.  Most people in East Texas have probably been through Crockett.  Having never traveled this way, it was a first for me.  The downtown is an old fashioned town square with the Courthouse in the middle.  My wife Jan wanted to go antiquing.  That loop wasn’t looking so bad after all.  We parked anyway and went into a few shops.  Having escaped the shops without any monetary damage, we concluded our trip to Crockett with a visit to Moosehead Cafe.  When you first walk in, you can’t help but notice several walls plastered with Republican political stickers.  An old glass cabinet was filled with used mugs, as if they were reserved for the local folk.
           While paying for our milk shakes, made from Blue Bell ice cream, I asked the owner if any democrats came in here.  She laughed and said that “good time” Charlie Wilson, a former U.S. congressman about whom the movie “Charlie Wilson’s War” was made, came in and asked if his democrat money was good.  I guess she took his money.   She also told us the Moosehead Cafe was the Republican headquarters for Crockett County.  I would have never guessed. 

We concluded our visit in Crockett, Texas, glad we stopped, and headed on toward Dallas.  Up to this point, I did not think about taking any pictures.  Coming back I took this picture of their courthouse.