I was used to the comforts of home, with plenty of good milk, butter and eggs, chicken, fruits and vegetables, and at night I had a nice soft feather bed to sleep on. –John Taylor Allen
When I read accounts like this I’m often struck by just how well they’re written, especially remarkable given that the writers would have had very little in the way of a formal education.
You're welcome. It's what we do here at Y'allogy. I agree with you on how well written some of these old accounts are. Of course, not all of them are so articulate, but a good number of old-timers knew their away around a pen, as well as around cattle.
Thanks. I am 7th generation native Texan. When I was a child I asked my granny what we were; pertaining to a discussion in elementary school about family ethnicity and nations of origin. Granny looked down at me and replied, "We are just Texans." That statement was the foundation of an admiration and pride in my homeland. Hat tip to you amigo.
Thank you, partner. Your grandmother is a woman after my own 1836 percent, purebred Texas heart. When my wife and I traipsed over Europe I wore Texas flag sneakers—cowboy boots are not a good choice for walking the hard streets of London, Paris, and Rome—to let everyone know where I was from. For the very few who didn’t know the Texas flag and asked me where we were from the answer was always “Texas.”
Thanks for sharing this interesting article.
When I read accounts like this I’m often struck by just how well they’re written, especially remarkable given that the writers would have had very little in the way of a formal education.
You're welcome. It's what we do here at Y'allogy. I agree with you on how well written some of these old accounts are. Of course, not all of them are so articulate, but a good number of old-timers knew their away around a pen, as well as around cattle.
Thanks. I am 7th generation native Texan. When I was a child I asked my granny what we were; pertaining to a discussion in elementary school about family ethnicity and nations of origin. Granny looked down at me and replied, "We are just Texans." That statement was the foundation of an admiration and pride in my homeland. Hat tip to you amigo.
Thank you, partner. Your grandmother is a woman after my own 1836 percent, purebred Texas heart. When my wife and I traipsed over Europe I wore Texas flag sneakers—cowboy boots are not a good choice for walking the hard streets of London, Paris, and Rome—to let everyone know where I was from. For the very few who didn’t know the Texas flag and asked me where we were from the answer was always “Texas.”