Monday, May 16, 2016
Monday Meanderings - 5.16.2016
Harvested the first of what appears to be a bumper crop of jalapenos from the patio garden. I decided that I might have better luck with hot peppers than tomatoes - at least bird and squirrel-wise. Though that choice does impact one's eating. Not sure a bacon-lettuce-jalapeno sandwich will have as wide an appeal.
Our new boy-wonder minister is a Millennial through and through, especially when it comes to dress. Of course, so are all the other ministers on staff, so he fits right in with his untucked shirt. He has received some grief over it and one of our elders challenged him: if said elder got his hair styled like Luke's, then Luke must agree to wear his shirt tucked in for an entire month. Done and done.
Austin's transportation issues have been widely (and nationally) reported this last week. The big news was, of course, Uber and Lyft pulling their service after losing an election that they forced upon the good citizens of ATX. I don't have a dog in this hunt, but it's pretty obvious that while Austin may be weird, it isn't dumb. If someone drops a $9.1 million advertising bomb on a city because "using fingerprints for background checks doesn't meet their business model" one really questions what is going on. At least, that's how it seemed to nearly 60% of those who voted.
And the timing was unfortunate for the Mayor's appeal for a "Not Rush" initiative. He hoped to demonstrate that there were alternatives to rush-hour traffic. Like the commuter train. The one that wasn't running the morning of "No Rush Wednesday" because lightning had knocked out the train signal system. And stormy weather all but stopped traffic on Mopac and IH35, so I guess there really wasn't any point in rushing, because you weren't going anywhere anyway.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Stories from the tree - the petition
Often, a fact or document from the family archives provides a hint of a bigger story. That's the case with this petition made by Barb's maternal grandmother, Anna Black Wesson. A little research of other documents fills out the story. The petition is hard to read, so the text version is provided as well.
The State of Texas
County of Bastrop, | C. W. Welch a Notary Public in and for Bastrop County, Texas on this day personally appeared Anna Dora Wesson well known to us who after being by me first duly sworn upon her oath deposes and says:
I am the wife of Marvin L. Wesson, a Corporal in 36th M. P. Company A. E. F. apo 796. I have no means of support except from my own labor and the allotment and allowance of $30.00
per month made by my husband of the Government. I have no position now and no prospect of one in several months. Expenses are very high and the $30.00 per month income mentioned above is insufficient to cover my maintenance expenses.
In case my husband is released from the army he would be able to properly provide for my support and would do this.
Therefore I herenow make this application and ask for his immediate discharge if possible.
Anna Dora Wesson
Sworn to and subscribed before me at
Elgin, Texas on this the 3rd day of May, 1919
Notary Public
Bastrop Co Tex
The petition is straightforward. Anna's husband, Marvin Wesson, is off in the military and the $30 a month that the Army provides for dependents is simply not enough for her to live on. She is asking that her husband be released, so that he can come home and they can get about with their lives.
The date of the petition is important. May, 1919 - 6 months after the end of the 1st World War. Marvin, like millions of other men, had registered for the draft back in June of 1917, when the Selective Service Act was enacted. He was promptly called up for service and before shipping out he married his sweetheart, Anna Dora Black, in December of 1917.
Anna had been teaching school, and continued to do so. She had a contract to teach 6 and 8/10 of a month in Bastrop County, starting on September 23, 1918, at a salary of $60 per month.
That school year ended in April of 1919, but for some reason Anna's Teaching Certificate from the State of Texas was temporary, and only good until August 31, 1919. So when she says in the petition that she has no prospect of a position, she means that there won't be another teaching job.
Draftees were normally inducted "for the duration of the war plus six months." For many, this meant that by May of 1919, most soldiers were headed home. But for some reason Marvin was not one of those soldiers, so Anna was in dire straits.
We don't know just who Anna presented the petition to, or even if she presented it at all. In any event it was moot, because by August, Anna had joined Marvin in El Paso, Texas. Evidently he had successfully separated from the military about then, because in January, the 1920 census finds Marvin and Anna together, living in a 4-family apartment building, awaiting the birth of their 1st son, Harold in June. Marvin's occupation listed in the census is "street car operator."

County of Bastrop, | C. W. Welch a Notary Public in and for Bastrop County, Texas on this day personally appeared Anna Dora Wesson well known to us who after being by me first duly sworn upon her oath deposes and says:
I am the wife of Marvin L. Wesson, a Corporal in 36th M. P. Company A. E. F. apo 796. I have no means of support except from my own labor and the allotment and allowance of $30.00
per month made by my husband of the Government. I have no position now and no prospect of one in several months. Expenses are very high and the $30.00 per month income mentioned above is insufficient to cover my maintenance expenses.
In case my husband is released from the army he would be able to properly provide for my support and would do this.
Therefore I herenow make this application and ask for his immediate discharge if possible.
Anna Dora Wesson
Sworn to and subscribed before me at
Elgin, Texas on this the 3rd day of May, 1919
Notary Public
Bastrop Co Tex
The petition is straightforward. Anna's husband, Marvin Wesson, is off in the military and the $30 a month that the Army provides for dependents is simply not enough for her to live on. She is asking that her husband be released, so that he can come home and they can get about with their lives.
The date of the petition is important. May, 1919 - 6 months after the end of the 1st World War. Marvin, like millions of other men, had registered for the draft back in June of 1917, when the Selective Service Act was enacted. He was promptly called up for service and before shipping out he married his sweetheart, Anna Dora Black, in December of 1917.
Anna had been teaching school, and continued to do so. She had a contract to teach 6 and 8/10 of a month in Bastrop County, starting on September 23, 1918, at a salary of $60 per month.
That school year ended in April of 1919, but for some reason Anna's Teaching Certificate from the State of Texas was temporary, and only good until August 31, 1919. So when she says in the petition that she has no prospect of a position, she means that there won't be another teaching job.
Draftees were normally inducted "for the duration of the war plus six months." For many, this meant that by May of 1919, most soldiers were headed home. But for some reason Marvin was not one of those soldiers, so Anna was in dire straits.
We don't know just who Anna presented the petition to, or even if she presented it at all. In any event it was moot, because by August, Anna had joined Marvin in El Paso, Texas. Evidently he had successfully separated from the military about then, because in January, the 1920 census finds Marvin and Anna together, living in a 4-family apartment building, awaiting the birth of their 1st son, Harold in June. Marvin's occupation listed in the census is "street car operator."
Monday, May 9, 2016
Monday Meanderings - 5.9.2016
We've gone back to 2 services at our church and now are faced with a choice of the starts-too-early 1st service, or the too-late-to-beat-the-Baptists 2nd service. I'm thinking it should be like when we were kids and went to the movies, often arriving in the middle and watching until "here is where we came in."
I was quite surprised to get a comment on a prior blog post (about a survey showing that Austin is a big coffee town) from the makers of the survey itself, thanking me for my reference and pointedly asking if I might not want to provide a link to the actual survey. The surprising part was that someone besides close family members actually reads this blog.
And speaking of coffee. Barb upgraded to a gallon-size Yeti drink cup and passed down her 20 ounce Yeti Rambler to me. So now each morning and evening I fill my Yeti with coffee and enjoy hot coffee for the next 6 or so hours. Hot. Hot coffee. Stays hot. For hours. So now I often find myself still drinking coffee at midnight, and you know how that plays out during the night. Yes, it's decaf, and it's the same amount of coffee I had been drinking; it's just it takes me ever so much longer to drink it. And process it. And this is a test to see if the Yeti folks read my blog too. I mean, it is an Austin company, after all.
And once again, we take credit for this stretch of cooler weather. I swear, the extra blanket is not coming off again until the 4th of July. Maybe not until the middle of August!
I was quite surprised to get a comment on a prior blog post (about a survey showing that Austin is a big coffee town) from the makers of the survey itself, thanking me for my reference and pointedly asking if I might not want to provide a link to the actual survey. The surprising part was that someone besides close family members actually reads this blog.
And speaking of coffee. Barb upgraded to a gallon-size Yeti drink cup and passed down her 20 ounce Yeti Rambler to me. So now each morning and evening I fill my Yeti with coffee and enjoy hot coffee for the next 6 or so hours. Hot. Hot coffee. Stays hot. For hours. So now I often find myself still drinking coffee at midnight, and you know how that plays out during the night. Yes, it's decaf, and it's the same amount of coffee I had been drinking; it's just it takes me ever so much longer to drink it. And process it. And this is a test to see if the Yeti folks read my blog too. I mean, it is an Austin company, after all.
And once again, we take credit for this stretch of cooler weather. I swear, the extra blanket is not coming off again until the 4th of July. Maybe not until the middle of August!
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Stories from the Tree - John Henry Boyd - The Statesman/Warden Years
The previous two posts have featured one of the more notable members of the family tree as John Henry Boyd has transitioned from teen-age Civil War soldier, businessman and lawman. You and I would be ready to retire, but John Henry was just getting started. Again, thanks to cousin Barbara Boyd Moore for much of this information.
During "retirement," John started a run of political appointments and offices held, and the term "yellow dog Democrat" fit him well. This political activity culminated in his election in November, 1896 - again, by a wide margin - as Representative of the Sixty-ninth district to the Twenty-fifth Texas Legislature.
He is remembered for “favoring legislation that will compel foreign corporations doing business in Texas to pay their just proportion of Taxes; an assignment law that will protect all creditors from fraudulent assignments, and the enactment of laws that will have a tendency to prevent minors from growing up Io be gamblers, horse-racers or profligates of any kind.”
John H. led a busy life as a member of various House committees, such as State Affairs, Contingent Expenses, County Government and County Finance, and Labor, and, favoring his lawman background, was also a member of the sub-committee that visited the penitentiaries and convict farms.
After his term in the legislature, he was called on by the Governors Hogg, Sayers and Culberson to serve in various prisons and work farms. He was the deputy warden in Huntsville, then he served at the new Rusk Prison, running the smelter with prison labor. During this time he sent back several letters to the family describing the activities there - here is part of a letter describing the smelter operations:
There is a man living on top of a high hill close to the Pen that has plowed over the Iron Ore and raised peach trees on his old white sand & I never thought it was worth a dollar an acre till recently and on account of its being so close by we bought ore off the land that lies just under the top about two feet - we pay him 17 1/2 cts per ton now that looks small don't it - but I fully believe he has got $200 or $250 an acre for it - how is that, and that leaves the soil. We just get the rock.
We make now all the way from 60 to 100 tons of pig iron a day - now thats some pigs aint it.A little over two tons of ore makes a ton of pig iron - we make all sorts of iron pipe- we make all of the sash irons that are sold in Texas. We make from a thousand to fifteen hundred a day- we sell car loads every week. We pay $30,000 a month to the Cotton Belt railroad freight. We make all the window sash weights sold in Texas.
My payroll is about $4000-per month- I have one man at $250 - 9 men at $150 - 5 men at $50 - 6 men at $35 - 2 men at a thousand a year and Lord knows how many $25 and $30 men. I have as many as 20 married men who lives in this town that don't eat a bite at home, not even on Sunday- but they drown their salary with marked regularity - if the prison was to blow up, every mother's son of them would starve to death. Whole families never saw a cent in their lives only out of the State Treasury.
In January of 1909 he was asked to be the superintendent of the Gatesville State School for Boys. While there, he changed the prison policy toward the care of young boys. “Uncle John" and "Aunt Lizzie" as they became known, actually believed that these boys, if treated with love and respect and given some type of responsibility could turn their lives around. He was known to have instituted the "Open Door" policy. The boys were put on their honor to stay inside. The guards were given other duties, like teaching and organizing sports activities.
The boys were put on their honor, and the doors were not locked. Also, when needed, the boys were given emergency leave for a family illness or Funeral. Many went out to funerals and all returned, They say he never lost a boy in the 19 months that he and his wife were there.
Barbara Moore states, "In 1933, when my father, Thomas Boyd, was having dinner at the Prison Doctor's house at Danamora Prison in upstate New York, he was seated next to a Warden from Sing Sing Prison. When Warden Laws learned that my father was a Boyd from Texas. He asked if he knew a John H. Boyd who had been at the Gatesville Boys School. My father was most happy to tell him that it was his great uncle. The warden related that he had been reading about his methods in handling young prisoners and he quoted from a noted book on the subject of prison reform, saying that many thought these methods tried in Texas would work other places too."
And Barbara continues, "During World War II, my father's brother, Major Jack Boyd, a career Army Officer, met and talked with the famous hunter "Bring 'em Back Alive" Frank Buck, who was a graduate of the Gatesville Boy's School himself. Frank Buck remembered "Uncle John" and "Aunt Lizzie" and their son Moss (who was nine or ten at the time) as great influences in his life. He told my uncle Jack that things might have been a lot different for him if he had not gone to Gatesville, but had been sent to Huntsville instead."
John Henry Boyd and his horse "Lady" - Clovis New Mexico
John Henry retired in fact and deed, and he and Lizzie moved to a nice country home in Clovis, New Mexico, living there briefly until his death in 1912. Lizzie followed him in death 11 years later, and the two are buried in Hereford, Deaf Smith County, Texas.Monday, May 2, 2016
Monday Meanderings - 5.2.2016
I need one of these shirts. Just saying.
An article that came across one of my news feeds the other day was titled, "Thirteen things to do if you suddenly become filthy rich." Since I don't play the lottery, and I don't have any rich uncles, I didn't bother to read it. If I should somehow become filthy rich I'll hire someone to find that article for me.
Our mayor is urging all in ATX to skip coming to work on May 11. Well, work from home, if you can. If you can't, try alternate transportation, such as riding the bus, MetroRail, or on a bike. He says pretend the Pres is back in town. I'll let you know how that affected my personal commute to work. BwaaHaHa!
I tried that new Japanese method for decluttering my life. You know, the one where you hold a possession in your hand and if it doesn't give you pleasure, you dump it. Thus far, I've tossed a bunch of vegetables and an electric bill.
And here are some more words of wisdomstolen borrowed from the 'Net.
I spent a fortune on deodorant before I realized that people just didn't like me.
I decided that old age is when you still have something on the ball but you are just too tired to bounce it.
I thought about making a fitness movie for folks my age and call it 'Pumping Rust'.
Employment application blanks always ask who is to be called in case of an emergency.
I think you should write, 'An ambulance.'
The older you get the tougher it is to lose weight because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends.
The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.
Did you ever notice: The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are XL?
The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.
Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.
You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
An article that came across one of my news feeds the other day was titled, "Thirteen things to do if you suddenly become filthy rich." Since I don't play the lottery, and I don't have any rich uncles, I didn't bother to read it. If I should somehow become filthy rich I'll hire someone to find that article for me.
Our mayor is urging all in ATX to skip coming to work on May 11. Well, work from home, if you can. If you can't, try alternate transportation, such as riding the bus, MetroRail, or on a bike. He says pretend the Pres is back in town. I'll let you know how that affected my personal commute to work. BwaaHaHa!
I tried that new Japanese method for decluttering my life. You know, the one where you hold a possession in your hand and if it doesn't give you pleasure, you dump it. Thus far, I've tossed a bunch of vegetables and an electric bill.
And here are some more words of wisdom
I spent a fortune on deodorant before I realized that people just didn't like me.
I decided that old age is when you still have something on the ball but you are just too tired to bounce it.
I thought about making a fitness movie for folks my age and call it 'Pumping Rust'.
Employment application blanks always ask who is to be called in case of an emergency.
I think you should write, 'An ambulance.'
The older you get the tougher it is to lose weight because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends.
The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.
Did you ever notice: The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are XL?
The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.
Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.
You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
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