A Hometown, Cowtown Thanksgiving

Just a few of the things I give thanks for today:

The Trinity Trails.

A hometown that remembers its past

and records that past

and restores that past (courthouse dome restored in 2012).

Dogs (at the Stockyards)

and cats (Deran Wright sculpture on the Tarrant County Administration Building lawn on East Weatherford Street).

The Trinity River (at the Paddock Viaduct)

with its flora

and its fauna.

Waterfalls (Farmers Branch creek, Marine Creek, Trinity River in Oakmont Park, and Trinity River in Marion Sansom Park).

Trees (Traders Oak on Samuels Avenue).

Planes (B-29 FIFI, built in 1944, at the Vintage Flying Museum)

and trains (Grapevine Vintage Railroad engine no. 2248, built in 1896)

and automobiles (1920 Texan).

Artists in glass (Christ the King Episcopal Church on Lackland Road).

Artists in brick (300 West Exchange Avenue, once the Stockyards branch post office).

Artists in stone (John Peter Smith on Jennings Avenue).

Artists in metal (Mark Twain in Trinity Park).

Artists in paint (mural on the wall of the Paris Coffee Shop on West Magnolia Avenue).

Artists in clay (mural at the Intermodal Transportation Center depicting African-American history in Fort Worth by Paula Blincoe Collins).

Artists in music (Smith Ballew, Frank Maco, Tex Beneke, and Milton Brown).

Bands need a string section (at Pioneers Rest Cemetery and Mount Olivet Cemetery)

and a horn section (daily cattle drive on East Exchange Avenue).

The people who dress in white (St. Joseph Hospital).

The people who drive in white (the men of fire hall no. 5 on Bryan Avenue, built soon after the South Side fire of 1909). (Photo from University of Texas at Arlington Libraries.)

The people who dress in blue (Niles City).

The people who dress in olive drab (Camp Bowie’s 36th Division in 1918).

A childhood with good schools (Harmony Baptist Church [kindergarten], D. McRae Elementary, William James Junior High, Poly High School)

and good teachers (Alma Pool, sixth grade; Dorothy Estes, eleventh grade)

and good parents.

And last but not feast, wild turkeys (on the old Lemuel Edwards ranch along the Clear Fork).

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6 Responses to A Hometown, Cowtown Thanksgiving

  1. Dan Daniel Washmon says:

    Just now saw this paean….Very nice….I did not know you went to kindergarten at Harmony Baptist…I did, too….I remember a ravine between Mitchell Boulevard and the church building….And didn’t the building include another wing back then?

    • hometown says:

      Another Harmony Baptist alum! Now I remember–that ravine was a creek parallel to Mitchell, and Larry Roberts, who lived nearby, and I fished for crawdads in it using bacon on kite string. We were amazed when it actually worked. We usually just caught crawdads by hand. I remember just one building, but that is proof of nothing. I seem to recall that the unpaved parking lot was covered in shredded roofing shingles to reduce mud/erosion.

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