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A look back: Blood of the Innocent

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I wrote a novel and published it in April of 2013. Before that, back in my teens, I wrote a bit—but it never amounted to much. I also wrote lyrics and music in a band that was basically a garage band that never went anywhere. That’s usually how it goes: you go from teen to adult, and jobs—especially girlfriends—get in the way. (Just ask the Beatles. Shout-out to Yoko!)

Musicians weren’t paid much back then, and they still aren’t now, so bills had to be paid. Still, I miss my Japanese black-and-white Fender Strat that I sold in the ’90s when I decided I was “done” with music. Of course, I had a Strat because Ritchie Blackmore (Deep Purple) and Dave Murray (Iron Maiden) had one.

In the mid-2000s, I found myself with an idea for a story I wanted to write. Like my earliest attempts, the characters and setting were European—Great Britain, specifically. That goes all the way back to my first real effort at fiction in my early teens, a story called Tales of the White Witch, inspired by Elisabeth Goudge’s novel The White Witch.

That story, written when I was 13, was set forty years after the English Civil War (1642–1651). It followed a young healer named Sarah Ann Taylor, living alone with a cat and a pet raven, ostracized by her village unless someone needed healing. Her only friend was the local reverend, a genuine believer who had lost his wife and son in the war decades earlier. In the end, Sarah survives after being tied to a stake to be burned by the townspeople.

Heavy stuff for a 13-year-old—but I doubt that story will ever see the light of day.

When I began Blood of the Innocent, the story could easily have been told in England. But I’m a stickler for knowing exactly what’s happening in a place at a given time, so I brought the story home. I wanted to tell this area’s history while the characters moved through it.

I used a few real landowner names but didn’t go any further than that—so no, none of the McFaddins or Frenchs were running around with hatchets in an 1875 murder novel. I did use the Menard House in Galveston as a meeting place, where the main character hopes to buy land and start a new life. I also leaned into the very real—and very idiotic—notion of why Galveston was believed to be safe from hurricanes while Indianola was not.

If you’re interested, I wrote about that here:
https://www.rediscoveringsetx.com/2012/07/12/the-destructive-side-of-history/

Many of the characters were inspired by people I knew or am related to. Etienne Broussard, for example, was based on A.C. Hebert of Vinton, Louisiana. I first met him at his store and later got to know him better when he opened Giorgio’s nightclub. He got me hooked on Quarter Horse racing, and I remember driving through the back area of Delta Downs—past the stables—to watch one of his horses run. His horse, Bobareba, won a race it wasn’t supposed to, and A.C. had some very colorful things to say to the unhappy spectators afterward. He was a real character, and a real inspiration—though the version in the novel is a bit milder.

One character who was supposed to die early ended up surviving. That character was based on a family member I have no ill feelings toward, but they fit the role perfectly—and I had a wonderful time torturing them all the way to the end. When you’re writing, you’re God, and these things happen.

I made a point of referencing real locations so readers could follow where the characters were in each chapter and understand what existed at the time. Many readers recognize the mention of the Indian mounds in Port Neches at Grigsby’s Bluff, but there’s no mention of Port Arthur—because in 1875, Arthur Stilwell hadn’t yet been told by the ‘Brownies’ to build his railroad to the Gulf. The next town south was Sabine.

(Shout-out to Sam Houston for Sabine and Sabine Pass even existing.)

Aurora’s homestead was located north of Lake Sabine until the 1886 hurricane convinced everyone that higher ground was a better idea. The Sparks family, who left Aurora had a cemetery located on what is now the DuPont refinery site. That cemetery was removed in the 1950s and relocated to Forest Lawn Cemetery in Beaumont. This removal was legitimate—unlike many Beaumont cemeteries, which were simply paved over.

If you’re curious:

I also wanted to describe what the landscape looked like in 1875—because it was nothing like what we see today. You wouldn’t have seen trees until you were deep into Beaumont. I once had a then-and-now photo from the Beaumont Enterprise: a shot taken in the 1920s where South Twin City Highway crosses 32nd Street in Port Arthur, looking as bare as the road to Sabine Pass. The 1950s photo—probably around 1959—showed the new high school buildings clearly from the south. Today, you can’t see them at all.

About 90% of the vegetation here isn’t native. Bermuda grass came from Africa. St. Augustine grass was developed in a laboratory—which is why it doesn’t grow from seed. Chinese tallow trees (or, as my uncle called them, “Port Arthur trees”) were introduced because someone wanted to see leaves change colors. Shout-out to my yearly “Hangin’ with Aggies” continuing education at Doggett Park.

Several people helped along the way with this project. I contacted Texas Parks and Wildlife in Angelina County to confirm whether alligators were present in the area in 1875—since one character mentions seeing them. I also relied on a W.T. Block article noting that 20-foot alligators were recorded at Sabine Pass during that period.

The French translations were done by Thomas Boissy, a French singer I met through Sellaband in the early 2000s. Kristen Tabor was a major influence and encouraged me to publish the novel. She’s an excellent writer and an even better person.

Kristen Tabor’s books:
https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B00852FF1O

Thomas Boissy:
https://youtu.be/oHM1dTv1jlY

Blood of the Innocent was intended as the first book in a three-part series. I haven’t finished the second book yet, though seven chapters are done. Time will tell. As my old neighbor Roy used to say, “If I finished all the projects I’ve got now, I’d be 140 before I started anything new.”

If you’d like to explore my work, Blood of the Innocent is available on Amazon. Prime members can read it for free, and it’s also available at the Port Arthur, Nederland, and Port Neches libraries.

Amazon link:
https://www.amazon.com/Blood-Innocent-P-C-Prosperie-ebook/dp/B00CA9IOIE/

Until next week.

A Look Back II

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Joining the Jefferson County Historical Commission (JCHC) in 2012 opened up many interesting opportunities for me to delve into different histories and meet others from adjoining counties with their own stories to share. It was the perfect chance to broaden my knowledge of the region and extend my interests beyond county lines.

Growing up, I was always interested in history (though I’m sure my high school history teacher, Mr. G., would disagree—his class was right after lunch, and my teenage self was committed to daily naps). Don’t get me wrong; Mr. G. was an excellent teacher—passionate, dedicated, and determined to bring history to life. My brain just doesn’t perform well in a classroom setting, or in a Zoom meeting at noon. (Yes, I’m calling you out, Texas Historical Commission! Happy hour is at six; evening meetings would be lovely.) It probably goes back to those early years when I was dropped off at school hours before the day started because I had a single parent who had to work. (Single fathers work, too!)

Looking back, my earliest historical interests were World War II—no surprise, given the flood of movies from that era—weather, and the paranormal. When you grow up in a house with three older sisters, ghost stories are inevitable. And hilarity ensues when Tiger, our cat, leaps onto the air conditioner to stare inside because he wants someone to let him in, scaring the bejeebus out of everyone. Fun times.

I never had a true historical mentor growing up—unless you count the television. Watching World War II movies beside my bedridden grandfather, who stayed in a hospital bed at home, is one of my clearest memories. Another is from when I was ten and my father told me the story of how my other grandfather was bitten by a tarantula in his garden in the 1930s in Beauxart Gardens. Even at ten, I knew enough about spider habitats to realize that tale was… geographically challenged.

In my teens, music became another form of historical inspiration. (And yes, all you leftover satanic-panic jacklegs from the ’80s may exit now—or I’ll send the evil eye back at you threefold! I might even throw in Carmen’s “The Champion” while I’m at it.) Carmen—note for the uninitiated—was a Christian musician with some genuinely good songs. Unfortunately, my friend’s aunt, who presented herself as a pious ^%$@, called us out for listening to a song about a boxing match between the devil and Jesus. She didn’t realize Jesus let the devil knock him down. The devil wanted him to get up because of what would happen next. The song ends with Jesus victorious, of course. At the time, I thought it was hilarious—she couldn’t tell her own religious lore from a set of lyrics; she just wanted to display her “look at me!” devotion. Technically, judging is a sin, so she’d be right there in hell with us. Probably neighbors. And unfortunately for her, I mow the lawn at 5:30 a.m. It’s hell—there’s no sleeping in.

(I’ll leave a link to the song. Carmen was talented, even if he was sometimes more full of himself than the Spirit. RIP, Carmen.)
https://youtu.be/WfHfTKdYwvY?si=bpWQRgDX8MSDppqd

Eventually, my interest in history shifted toward England and Wales after reading Elizabeth Goudge’s The White Witch (1958). That book heavily influenced my first attempts at writing. I published a historical fiction novel in 2013, and I have many people to thank—but more on that in the coming weeks.

In the early 2000s, I had a client named Charles Irwin, whom I will readily acknowledge as a legitimate Texas historian. Born and bred in San Antonio, he moved to Southeast Texas in 1957—just in time for Hurricane Audrey. He was a chemical engineer (and I emphasize engineer), and while he was incredible when it came to history, the engineer in him sometimes made communication… interesting. One recurring debate involved Hurricane Humberto’s path. He always insisted that Humberto strengthened over land. Trying to explain that it was actually off the coast near Corpus Christi and that an incoming cold front whipped it up along the coastline—well, explaining that to an engineer is a special challenge. I even had radar images! When it made landfall at High Island, someone I knew was working on a beach house at Crystal Beach, and the storm scared the hell out of him at two in the morning. (Eighty-mile-per-hour winds will do that.)

You know what’s scarier? Being woken at three a.m. by Larry Beaulieu’s backside on the TV screen as he tries to fix a camera while KFDM’s radar is down. I was watching my phone radar—which showed Humberto’s eye over Port Neches—while the TV was saying the eye was in Vidor. Meanwhile, my cat was wandering the neighborhood, confused about the whole situation. That morning was chaotic, but hilarious in retrospect. I even have a link for that, too.

Thoughts and Ramblings: Hurricanes Ike, Humberto, and Fern; researching history.

One road trip Mr. Irwin and I took was to Anahuac, where we visited the Chambers House and the museum. I had done some work in Anahuac before, but I’d never known about the Chambers House until I took a wrong turn and suddenly—there it was. The window alone was stunning. My mind went immediately to Aleister Crowley’s winter home rather than Texas (me being a heretic in the eyes of my friend’s aunt, you know).

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We had a great visit to the museum, and seeing the house interior was an added bonus.

Engineer quirks and all, I genuinely miss my friend. I loved our talks about Texas history, even if I could never quite get him to acknowledge Southeast Texas history with the enthusiasm it deserves—he was a true San Antonio loyalist. If you’re interested in Texas history, I believe his books may still be available at the Museum of the Gulf Coast.

Next week, since I’m the Cemetery Chair of the Jefferson County Historical Commission, I plan to focus exclusively on my 13 years in cemeteries and give a recap of what’s going on with the Cemetery Inventory Project.

Sayonara for now.
\m/-_-\m/ Rock in peace—everyone except my friend’s aunt.

Thoughts and Ramblings: 51st Annual Galveston Historic Homes Tour is One Week Away; George Ball House; Pear Orchard Cemetery Marker Dedication; My Olive Loaf Addiction

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We are less than a week away from the 51st Annual Galveston Historic Homes Tour, and I, for one, am ready. To heck with my sciatic nerve, which made me miss Wings Over Houston last year. We are a go! Here, I should quote Kate Dorman and “Damn it to the nether regions,” but that would be a whole other issue. I’ll pass, but I’ll leave a link to Kate’s feisty confrontation with the federals for taking her horse and cart during their visit to Sabine Pass in 1862, at the time of the Civil War. She was not happy! They returned it, though. Word to all: never mess with a 4 ft 11 in woman of Irish descent—I digress.

The homes on the tour lineup look good, and I can’t wait for my annual visit to City Cemetery for the wildflower photos. Who knows, I may find Beaumont’s first mayor, Alexander Calder (c. 1806 – August 23, 1853). He is interred there, but the exact spot is a mystery. We have a photo of the broken headstone, but it was lying on the ground and may have been covered by the foliage. I mention this because a friend and fellow researcher has been trying to find all the mayors of Beaumont. I have no problem spending a bit more time walking through the Indian paintbrushes and black-eyed Susans. Trust me, the site is worth the visit, and please bring your camera with you.

I’m sure that most of you who are interested in this tour will have heard about the George Ball House fire. It is devastating for Galveston’s history. Even worse, someone died from the injuries they sustained in this tragedy. I won’t get into this more because there is an ongoing investigation, as there should be. I didn’t know the owners and hadn’t visited the house. All the same, here is a bit of history about the George Ball House.

The George Ball House was constructed in 1857 by the prominent Galveston businessman and philanthropist George Ball (1817–1884). Originally located at the northwest corner of 23rd and Sealy Streets, the house was built using sturdy pine timbers shipped from Maine, reflecting Ball’s wealth and the ambitions of mid-19th-century Galveston. In 1902, to accommodate the construction of the Rosenberg Library, the house was relocated six blocks south to its current site on 24th Street, in the Silk Stocking historic district. During the move, the house was divided. The rear section became a separate residence at 1401 24th Street; by 1903, a third house was added at 1411 24th Street, forming a remarkable architectural trio. The George Ball House was recognized as a Recorded Texas Historic Landmark in 1962 and featured in the Galveston Historical Foundation’s Homes Tour in 1977.

Under a bright spring sky on Saturday, members of the community gathered to witness the unveiling of a new marker designating Pear Orchard as a historic cemetery. During the ceremony, speakers also highlighted the recent discovery of six Buffalo Soldiers buried at the site — one from the 9th Cavalry, four from the 24th Infantry, and another from the 25th Infantry. The event served as both a celebration of local heritage and a solemn recognition of the individuals who served with honor.

The dedication ceremony was the result of ongoing research and planning by Historic Sacred Spaces, a nonprofit organization “dedicated to preserving, protecting, and honoring Military Veteran and historic resting spaces and graveyards, both marked and unmarked,” according to their Facebook page. Their efforts not only bring attention to Pear Orchard Cemetery, but also to Nona, Blanchette, and Haven of Rest cemeteries. If you would like to join, volunteer, donate, or learn more about Historic Sacred Spaces, I have included a link at the bottom of this blog.

Now, I’m going to get into something that has nothing to do with Southeast Texas history. It’s something that irritates me more than when Hormel discontinued Little Sizzlers. I want to talk about Oscar Myer’s discontinuation of Olive and Pickle Loaf. I damn them to the nether regions (I’m channeling Kate Dorman here). Yes, this is a big problem for me because I’m not a torta-de-jamón person. Ham and cheese sandwiches are not my go-to. Ask my doctor! She would just tell you I’m a lost case.

Like a junkie, I get my fix from an undisclosed source (we’ll call him Henry Butt, though I call him Harry because I’m nine)—not the Eckerd over-the-counter type, but the Usinger’s brand from the deli. I accumulate Olive and Pickle Loaves like I accumulate Bitcoins or gold. It is an addiction. I’ve always been addicted to olives. It’s probably my 24 percent Spanish heritage—I have never understood what Spaniards eat besides olives.

I will have a blog on Friday about what to do on the Galveston Historic Homes Tour. It will be about the dos and don’ts of the tour. Until next week.

Galveston Historic Homes Tour:

Galveston Historic Homes Tour

Kate Dorman:

http://www.wtblock.com/catherin.htm

George Ball House:

The Silk Stocking Historic District and The 1857 George Ball House

Historic Sacred Spaces:

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61569514327368

Thoughts and Ramblings: Beaumont Heritage Happy Hour; Galveston’s Historic Homes Tour; Section W and X at Magnolia Cemetery and the Mayumi Child

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The Beaumont Heritage Society will be hosting a happy hour at Magnolia Cemetery on Thursday, March 20th, from 5:30 to 7:30 p.m. Sources say that this is the most requested place to host their event, and I believe them. There have been at least two happy hours at the cemetery, and both went well. Actually, they went very well after most of the guests indulged in their second beer on tap. Most of them went walkabout and did their own tours, while we had a significant number of people on the official tours. This year, we are doing 20–25-minute tours beginning every 20 minutes, so you don’t have to be there at the start. But get there early so you can partake in the craft beer that is offered.

In 2016 and 2017, Magnolia Cemetery and the Beaumont Heritage Society hooked up to do the same kind of event, and on both occasions, it was a success. We did a two-hour walking tour back then, and it still worked! On a side note, I’m up for a two-hour tour if you want, as long as it doesn’t clash with my work time. Have a group? Email me at rediscoveringsetx@gmail.com!

Galveston’s Historic Homes Tour is approaching fast (the first two weekends of May), and I already have my marching orders for Sunday, May 4, with the Candy Lady! I’m certain that there will be many “May the fourth be with you” references, especially because it’s a Sunday—I digress. I’ll be at the 1896 James and Pauline Foster House from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m., then off to Mama Theresa’s before I board whatever boat is running to Bolivar Peninsula. I always seem to get the Robert H. Dedman. So, the song “Down Among the Dead Men” by Flash & the Pan usually plays. Yes, I’m a bit demented. Shout-out to the Titanic’s band, which continued to play!

The fifty-first Historic Homes Tour looks good; we’ll be doing it on Saturday, May 3rd. As usual, we will give you a heads-up regarding long lines and traffic, but when taking the tour, it is always good to have a plan, especially if you want to do so in one or two days. We’ll post the “What to Expect” on Friday. I also intend to make my yearly visit to Old City Cemetery that Friday evening to photograph the wildflowers and look for the resting place of Beaumont’s first mayor, Alexander Calder, who died in 1853.

I’ve been hibernating this winter, but I have received a few calls from a friend to offer some help concerning Magnolia Cemetery. He had a few questions about veterans and finding former mayors of Beaumont. My friend is determined. He has done a lot of volunteer work on the database to find all the World War I Beaumont Boys in order to inscribe their names on the World War I memorial, which The Beaumont Journal intended to do in the 1930s. He hates it when I put him on a pedestal, but the fact is that he goes above and beyond in his research. He is awesome, and I will call him Don in my praise so I don’t ruffle his feathers by stating his full name. He is one of the Smart est people I know when it comes to doing research, and I am constantly in awe when he brings history to life at our yearly Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour!

Speaking of the Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour, I’ve stated that we will be starting the tours at the front entrance of the cemetery, which is where we begin our yearly tour in October. We usually plan our tour to ensure that the public can participate, with all our presenters on Thursday evening and Saturday morning. This is difficult because the cemetery is eighty acres, and we have more than thirty thousand stories to tell. This is why we stick to the older parts at the front, but there are many tales to tell in other sections, such as Sections W and X. These areas have many tales to tell, and you’ve heard a few of them.

On our tour, you’ve seen one of our presenters, Katherine Leister, talk about the story of Florence Stratton, a.k.a. Susie Spindletop. Florence and family are at the top of the road, catacorner from the Herring Coe plot, which, as you may know, is located near Pine Street in Section T. As we travel through Sections W and X, you’ll notice many people who perished in 1918–1919. I would assume that some of these deaths have to do with the Spanish flu; there are also a few Beaumont Boys who died in World War I.

One grave that I checked, which usually isn’t widely known, is the Mayumi child. He is the only member left of the Mayumi family, which grew rice in Fannett. Unlike the Kishi family of Orange County, which stayed in our area, the Mayumis sold their land in 1924 due to the negative sentiment toward Japanese people that was prevalent in the 1920s. Here is their story!

In December 1917, Toshiko, Yasuo’s wife, bore her and Yasuo’s first child; unfortunately, the baby was born premature and lived only for one day. In a Beaumont Enterprise article, Gwendolyn Wingate wrote the following:

One evening in early December, Mayumi rode horseback up to the Bailey Wingate home. For days, it had been raining a cold drizzle, and the roads were underwater. Apologizing for what he said was an intrusion, Mayumi explained that his first child, a son, had been born, but after only one day of life, the baby was dead. Mayumi needed help.

Wingate’s sturdy widowed mother, Artemise, who had borne nine children and had seen three buried, bundled up against the cold and rode back to the Mayumi place with the men. She found Mayumi’s wife with the dead child in her arms, rocking back and forth in mute grief. She tried to comfort the woman who spoke no English and helped prepare the baby for burial.

Hope to see you on Thursday, March 20th. I want to remind you that there will be alcohol! Cheers! Come join the fun!

Galveston’s Historic Homes Tour:

Galveston Historic Homes Tour

Mayumi Family:

https://hirasaki.net/Family_Stories/Mayumi/Mayumi.htm

Flash And The Pan – And The Band Played On (Down Among The Dead Men) [1978]

Thoughts and Ramblings: Cemetery Preservation Workshop; Florence Stratton Research Findings, and Mistakes; Battleship Texas May Have a New Home

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On Wednesday, February 12, I attended the Cemetery Preservation Workshop and African American History Harvest, where I enjoyed the presentations by Carlyn Copeland Hammons, Jenny McWilliams, and Alan Garcia from the Texas Historical Commission. I also want to give a shout-out to the Jefferson County Historical Commission (JCHC) and the Tyrrell Historical Library for organizing this event and making it free to the public.

I loved seeing a few friends and fellow historical researchers that I hadn’t seen in a while. This was a plus, especially during the cemetery inventory talk, which took place after lunch. During this talk, we had some questions answered, and we received a couple of new assignments that I need to research. One topic that was discussed was multiple headstones, or headstones that were thrown away because the family bought a new one. This is definitely a thing. Every year, the JCHC gets a few calls asking whether there is a grave on properties in the county. Ninety percent of the time, the headstone was discarded from a cemetery because the family bought a new one. An attendee also brought up the subject of Anthony Cemetery. It seems that there are some headstones in a wooded area off Gill Street, which I need to investigate. If you have any information on Anthony Cemetery that you would like to share, please email me at rediscoveringsetx@gmail.com.

It rained while we did the walk-through at Pear Orchard Cemetery, but all in all, I think the event was a success! Hopefully, we can have a practical workshop at the cemetery to teach how to repair a headstone.

Finally, I want to give a shout-out to Chuck’s Sandwich Shop at 493 Pearl St. in downtown Beaumont. A friend recommended this place for lunch, and I WILL BE BACK! Support local businesses, especially if they are as excellent as Chuck’s Sandwich Shop!

Last weekend, a colleague brought to my attention a possible abandoned cemetery about 300 yards from Sarah Jane Bridge in Groves. He was told by someone that when they camped in the woods years ago, there were a couple of vaults near the waterline of the swamp in the area. This was before Jefferson Chemical (now Indorama) purchased the land in question. My colleague was also told that the vaults may now be under water. To be continued.

Also, last Saturday, I was out of town attending a wedding in Crosby. The venue was beautiful and surrounded by cows. Everything was perfect (except for the rain). The only thing I would suggest is knowing your clients. Play the right music when no one is dancing, and you keep edging them on. Both sides of the family were pro-Los Tucanes de Tijuana and didn’t want to listen to “Brown Eyed Girl”—I digress. “La Chona” it is!

Sunday was a good day for digging into my Florence Stratton files for someone who is writing an article on her for their newsletter. Once it’s out, I’ll share the link. On Monday, I was the Uber driver for some members of our family who took a cruise; I brought them to George Bush Intercontinental Airport. Of course, I gave them lots of information on Galveston’s history. I’m not Kathleen Maca, but after 14 years of visiting and volunteering there, I can pretty much fake it. And yes, I did drive through Old City Cemetery. I also want to give a shout-out to our lunch stop, Taco Mezquite at 422 Aldine Bender Road in Houston. Five stars!

When I began my research on Florence Stratton, a.k.a. Susie Spindletop, in 2012, I knew nothing about her. After more than 12 years, you’d think that I’m an expert on the subject. I would say yes and no. Every time I look into something, I find more information to file. This doesn’t include all of Florence’s family members and friends, who are relevant to telling her story. It’s a massive undertaking. My research on her is ongoing. I will keep the lines open for more info about her to come in. Her story will be told. Also, when I find an error in my research, I change what I’ve said. Unfortunately, some errors come from past information found by other researchers, but some are my fault. We’ll deal with two of my mistakes first.

On Wednesday, I was still trying to understand why Florence had taught at Miss Anne’s Private School around 1903. I found this detail in one of her obituaries from The Beaumont Enterprise, which was published on January 29, 1938. My copy from the relevant microfilm is mostly illegible. I visited the Sam Houston Regional Library and Research Center in Liberty to get a scanned copy of the obituary, and the one I got is better than my microfilm copy, but it’s not perfect. I also checked the Beaumont directories from 1903 and 1904, and there was no Miss Anne’s Private School. Basically, what happened was that I misread the obit—I thought it said “Miss Anne’s Private School” when it was actually “Miss Austin’s Private School.” This changes everything because we know that Florence also taught at Bell Austin’s Private School around that time. So, I can say for sure that Miss Anne’s was, in fact, Bell Austin’s.

My second mistake is not due to an error of mine but to the possible misnaming of a high school or a nickname used for it. In a few places, it is stated that Florence taught English at Central High School, but as we all know, this school did not exist in 1904. In an article from The Beaumont Enterprise dated September 2, 1903, we learn that Florence taught Grade 6 in North End (at the Millard School). Another article, dated September 19, 1904, states that Florence was teaching grammar at the high school. This article also mentions teachers from the other four Beaumont schools, the two in North End (one for Whites and one for Blacks both part of the Millard School) and the two in South End (one for Whites and one for Blacks). I’m 90 percent certain that Central High School was Beaumont High, but you never know what will suddenly appear and prove you wrong.

Well, I believe that the battleship Texas has found a home. It appears that BB-35 will be moored at Pier 15 near the Royal Caribbean International Terminal. I’ll leave it to the followers of the Battleship Texas Foundation’s Facebook page to decide whether this is a good or bad site because I have a life—I don’t have time for this jibber-jabber.

Until next time, my forecast has no cows, weddings, or family taxi services this weekend. “La Chona” it is!

Battleship Texas Foundation: 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/450347275643485/user/61555563144973

La Chona:  https://youtu.be/4gA5iaZ11lU?si=xgldfuR9UC3E4kIV

Thoughts and Ramblings: Mildred Wright; Headstone Cleaning Etiquette; Remembering Those Who Served

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Well, it’s a new year, and it’s a new me! Are they still saying that? I’m not new, and I probably smell like Reed Timmer’s chase car. If you watched the video from last week, Reed complained about mold in his Subaru Forester. He blamed it on the Hurricane Milton chase in Florida, but what do you expect when you drive your Subaru on the coast of Florida just in time to meet the eye of a hurricane? In January, many people set out to do new things but give up two weeks later. I’ve done it, and so have you. Be honest! But I think that eating black-eyed peas, corn bread, and cabbage somehow makes it right—or maybe not. You be the judge.

Last week, I mentioned that I was digitizing and organizing my historical research files. Some of these files contain considerable material about people I’ve never met as a researcher and member of the Jefferson County Historical Commission (JCHC). Still, I honor and cherish this information because some of these people have passed. One of them is Mildred Wright. Some of you may remember her as the Cemetery Lady. Her research went beyond my meager input for the cemetery chair position at the JCHC. She wrote three books on the cemeteries of Jefferson County, which you can download for free from the JCHC website. I’ll leave a link at the end of this post.

During the last week of 2024, I spent a few good hours in Section 19 of Magnolia Cemetery. Back in May, I was contacted by a person who lives out of town who wanted someone to clean their family’s headstones. There are three of these, and since I’m usually haunting Magnolia, I agreed. There is an etiquette to cleaning headstones, especially in the world of the Texas Historical Commission (THC). I will get into this in a moment, but first I want to explain how I clean headstones: I spray D/2 Biological Solution on them and go away. I do not scrub, nor use any other cleaner. Yes, it takes months longer than using a pressure washer, but this way, the headstone remains intact as there is no abrasion. Sure, you can use a soft brush if need be, but the main goal is to clean the stone without doing any harm to it.

If you are interested in cleaning headstones, you should know that you will not become a hero to those who care about cemetery preservation by pressure washing and cloroxing everything you see. Doing this is wrong, and you must have permission from the families. As far as the gray area in this scenario is concerned, if you see a headstone with lichen on it and accidentally spray it with D/2, the result will be that people may be able to read it a hundred years from now. Actually, the gray area is that in most cases, the older headstones have no one left to take care of them, or the families no longer care. So, what are we to do when lichen grows on a headstone and makes the name and dates illegible? You spray it with D/2 and say oops (this is not recommended by the THC). I understand what the THC is worried about: We have yahoos entering cemeteries with heavy equipment and their views of what preservation is because they read a blog post or watched a few YouTube videos—I digress. In this case, I will always go rogue because 1) I have common sense and 2) I want to preserve the old stones to remember who they are for.

In other news, we may have a cemetery workshop in February with the THC. Stay tuned!

My end-of-year visit to Magnolia Cemetery wasn’t just to clean headstones. A friend of mine has been very busy with a project there that some of us began a few years ago. The project wanted to recognize all the veterans in Magnolia. Initially, we only had a few names; then, my friend (we’ll call him Don S.) took it upon himself to walk the rows of the cemetery to find those who served. He is on a mission to find every veteran in Magnolia. However, the birth and death dates on a headstone simply coincide with war or peace times; the stone doesn’t tell you if someone served.

I want to ask you a favor. If you have a loved one buried at Magnolia who was a veteran and whose headstone has no mention of their service, please email me at rediscoveringsetx@gmail.com. It will also be helpful if you tell me which section they are in. We want them remembered!

Until next week.

Today’s weather report mentions tornado watches. Don’t go fishing in Stanolind Reservoir or any other fishing spot while an EF3 tornado travels from Brazoria County to Lake Sabine. I don’t care how good the fishing is. Your best friend and your dog will thank you.

Cemetery Books for Jefferson County:

https://co.jefferson.tx.us/Historical_Commission/Jeffco_History_Cemeteries.html

Texas Historical Commission Cemetery Preservation Program:

https://thc.texas.gov/preserve/preservation-programs/cemetery-preservation

Fisherman Explains What Happened:

https://www.facebook.com/TheWeatherChannel/videos/10008850882475666

Twisters!

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It’s been a while, and I know I’ve been a bit of a slacker, but sometimes you get in a rut and have to deal with what life throws your way in the moment and let history wait. Well, my research history has been waiting for over a year for an update, so I’ve been working on my research database. Frankly, I’m tired of looking at piles of documents covering every table in my office, and I know my better half is too.

Update: Most of my research papers are digitized, and I’m down to just one pile. This will allow me to spread the joy of tax season across all my other tables—but I digress!

Another bit of news that has kept me from my unpaid endeavors is a new addition to the family. Yes, Erzsébet is a big sister. In this blog, the “new” addition will be referred to as the Laddie until he is old enough to protest my choice of name to honor his Scottish heritage. I look forward to seeing these two grow up together over time.

During my absence, I’ve been watching a lot of YouTube. One particular person who has piqued my interest is an old favorite: storm chaser Reed Timmer. I’ve always been interested in weather, and while I’ve never officially run around chasing tornadoes, I do have some history with hurricanes. (I also have a history of filming lightning on a roof with a camcorder, but I was in my 20s, and amazingly, there was no alcohol involved. I know there is video footage, though.)

Earlier this year, I saw that Reed had a live stream during Hurricane Milton’s landfall in Florida. I’m particurely interested in a hurricane making landfall in Florida because my brother-in-law lives there. A three-hour live stream turned out to be a blessing in disguise for Florida because Milton weakened rapidly, resulting in minor damage from what could have been a disastrous situation. To put this into perspective, Hurricane Milton’s winds reached 180 mph off the north coast of Mexico.

After that, I began to revisit some videos of his chases in Oklahoma, including a few seasons of the Storm Chasers series on Discovery Plus. Most of the time, I shake my head and wonder why this guy isn’t dead. And that thought brought me back to 2013 when Tim Samaras died during the El Reno, Oklahoma, tornado. Tim was the exact opposite and basically felt that safety came before the glory of getting data on an incoming storm, but that particular storm expanded and injured a lot of chasers and killed some residents. There’s a book about Tim, and I’ll leave a link at the bottom of this blog because if you’re into this type of information, it gives a good perspective on how the evolution of data accumulation. 

Okay, I’m done geeking out about the history of weather, so I’ll move on to Reed Timmer’s livestream on Thursday evening in Liberty County. I’ll leave a link to it. It was fun to watch because, yes, he actually did get into an EF0 tornado on the ground, and he was yelling a lot, but on the live stream, you could follow him on Google Maps and locals could figure out where he was and follow his progress. The live stream ended at the intersection of College and I-10, with his phone inputting the coordinates for L’Auberge Casino Resort. Great choice!

On Saturday’s live stream, Reed said that areas near the coast would experience big supercells. As of Saturday morning, I thought Louisiana was going to be toast, but then we had a repeat of 2020 and 2021. A supercell born in Brazoria County continued through Chambers and Jefferson counties, producing a much bigger tornado than the usual water spouts in this coastal area.

Shout out to 12Newsnow KBMT for their live coverage: Patrick Vaughn, Jordan Williams, and Jeremiah Stewart! Love the radar.

I’m tired and have a headache as I write this, but luckily, there are no more warnings out, so we can relax.

Stay safe!

12 News Now Live feed of the EF3 Tornado:

https://www.12newsnow.com/article/weather/severe-weather/tornado-warning-southeast-texas/502-f69ab34e-7942-4a07-be91-2d135590043c?utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook_12NewsNow&fbclid=IwY2xjawHdjgVleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHSoGMSwuA-f8CvRxfI6kV2cNz2FGKNMLNuvlwXiQSi4RQcSJ-Uh3Y_dI2g_aem_WLCtERJ9iPcxNtiUpPVLEA

Reed Timmer Live Stream Full: Dayton Tornado at 4:08:00

Dayton Tornado Stream:

Remembering Tim Samaris:

Tim Samaris Book:

Thoughts and Ramblings: Hurricane Erzsébet; Hangin’ With Aggies (2024); The Chambers House Museum

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This week’s blog will be short and maybe sweet, but who knows—Hurricane Erzsébet is currently ravaging my office, and the damage a three-year-old can do can be off the scale. Truth be told, I’ve dealt with a few poltergeists in my lifetime, but noisy ghosts have nothing on this kid. I digress.

On Thursday, I attended my yearly continuing education classes offered by the Texas Department of Agriculture, or as I call them: Hangin’ with Aggies at Doggett Ford Park. I used Zoom last year because I could, but this year I had no choice but to attend in person. The last time I was there, I nearly froze to death; then, I had to give a lecture at the McFaddin-Ward House Museum in the evening. That was not a good day for me.

This year, I talked with one of the speakers over lunch, and he noticed my USS Texas hat. He told me that his father was a dive-bomber pilot on the USS Yorktown. This was the conversation I wanted to have from then on; however, unfortunately, we changed rooms, and the topic was not World War II ships. The topics were the life of a fire ant and why this new imported fly is making his/her  (sorry, I don’t do pronouns well) head explode. I will say that this was an interesting class, but I’m always up for a talk about the greatest generation.

Saturday was a special day for the Chambers House Museum on Calder Avenue in Beaumont. The house, which is run by the Beaumont Heritage Society, received and dedicated a historical marker from the Texas Historical Commission. I’m sure that both Ruth and Florence Chambers would have been proud. Heck, Papa and Edith would also have been ecstatic. This family has an excellent story. You must visit the house. It’s my favorite one in Beaumont.

Until next week here’s some more Chambers House reads from the archives.

Chambers House Museum (2012)

It was a festive mood at the Chambers House last Friday evening. In celebration of what would have been Florence Chambers’ 100th birthday, we partied like it was 1929! And what fun we had going back in time.

As the guests made their way up the porch toward the front door, one could not help but notice the black, orange, and gold streamers hanging from the porch lights, along with an array of flowers in planter boxes.

Upon entering, we were immediately greeted by the delightful Homer Chambers who welcomed us to his daughter’s 17th birthday celebration. In the background, the Charleston could be heard along with the numerous dancing partygoers who were already in full swing.

This re-enactment of Florence’s 1929 birthday party could not have been better. Not only were the guests given a tour by the docents, but a live peek at history as well. All the actors portraying the Chambers family did a wonderful job! Most of the cast were from the Beaumont Community Players, with the exception of two who were the Beaumont Heritage Society’s own.

After the tour, guests were treated to refreshments of cake and punch. (Note: I still dream of that cake.)

The Chambers House, built in 1906, provides my favorite tour in Southeast Texas. There is a story here worth telling, and I would urge all to take the tour of this fantastic house and its even more fascinating occupants.

I had a great night and hope that Ruth, Papa, Mama, and Florence looked on with the same vigor. I believe their spirits were present at this celebration. Life was good in 1929.

Homer Chambers Funeral (2022)

Back in 2015, the Beaumont Heritage Society did its annual Florence Chambers birthday celebration. Florence was born in 1912 and lived in the same house her whole life. As I’ve said before, this house/museum is my favorite because it’s a house that we could live in without millions of dollars. The story of the two sisters—Ruth and Florence—is an excellent historical view of women succeeding in life at a time when most said they couldn’t function unless they were married. Visit the museum, take the tour, and enjoy their story.

That year, the actor who played Homer Chambers (Papa) couldn’t attend the event, so they decided to reenact the funeral of Papa Chambers. Broussard’s Funeral Home provided the casket, and the event went well. I even have a photo of the ghostly images of a few women walking in the background in a time-lapse. I saw at the time that the picture looked ghostly, and I even asked a friend who knew the Chambers sisters to look at it. I said, “Hey, this could be the Chambers sisters,” but she shut me down immediately, responding, “Not in those heels!” Reenactor problems, but gold to me. Everyone did a great job that night, as they do every year.

Chambers House

Thoughts and Ramblings: Bring Back the Beach Road; Euro 2024; Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour

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Today is June 2, and I hope you have a plan ready for the next six months. I do because it’s that windy season, and we need to stock up. I’ve loaded up on canned goods, and I have a strategic beer reserve, just in case all hope is lost. The reserve is at 20%, in case you’re wondering. I don’t expect Jim Cantore to show up on my street within the next couple of weeks, but you never know. It will be at 100% the day something is in the Gulf!

I’ve got a complaint, and it’s an expensive one. Yes, it’s the beach road. I love stopping at Whataburger in Winnie when I head down the highway to hell (Interstate 10), but when I want to go to Galveston, I don’t want to be near this highway. It was good when we could travel down Texas State Highway 87. Yes, most of us stopped at McFaddin Beach to enjoy a day of dodging jellyfish and tar balls and eating sandy hotdogs, but we loved driving from Sabine Pass to High Island. Hurricane Chantal wiped out the road in 1989. There was an outcry to build it back, but it has fallen on deaf ears. The powers that be didn’t listen. I will end this discussion by saying that a 20-minute drive is a hell of a lot better than risking your life driving down an interstate that they’ll never finish, then having to drive down Highway 124. Yes, some of the wild mallow hibiscus are nice, but I can do without them. By the way, did you know that hibiscuses belong to the okra family? Or is it the opposite? Okra is just a crappy seed version of a hibiscus flower. You don’t believe me? Just ask the local Aggie weatherman.

June brings many things to me. The first one is my work with regard to what this hurricane season has in store. The second one is Euro 2024. Yep, although this is a blog on Southeast Texas, I can’t abandon my interest in Welsh/English history or my love of real football. This year, you will not hear me hum the sweet tune of “Yma o Hyd” (“We’re Still Here”) by Welsh singer Dafydd Iwan because the Welsh are sitting this one out. Hopefully, the Scotsmen and the Three Lions will have good runs.

Another June project is to work on the Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour. For those not in the know, we, along with the Jefferson County Historical Commission and Magnolia Cemetery in Beaumont, do an annual cemetery tour the third weekend of October. As always, many of your favorite stories will be mixed in with new historical evidence brought to you by researchers who sometimes work on their topics all year. This year, we are thinking of expanding our Thursday tour. Normally, our tour runs from four to six thirty in the afternoon. Although we would love to move it to a later time, the October darkness creeps off Brakes Bayou, and it’s pitch black around seven. In most cases, this would add to the atmosphere, but there is one big problem lurking in the bayou—mosquitoes! Remember what happened in the movie Ghost when someone evil died? First, there was silence. Then, there was a rumbling. Finally, a massive dark blob enveloped the spirit of the newly deceased and dragged it to the nether regions. That’s similar to what happens with the mosquitoes when you stand in the middle of the cemetery after dark—I digress.

We are aware that those who work usually can’t attend the tour until around five, and that’s fine. We also have a Saturday tour from ten in the morning to two in the afternoon. But we do have some attendees who are retired, and maybe it would be possible to start the Thursday tour at two or two thirty. What say you?

Our tour has many presenters, and there is really no start or ending point other than the sign-up table where you receive your program. Unlike walking tours, where you have to be there at a certain time, you can start whenever you like. This is helpful if you have limited time for your visit to our hallowed ground. However, if you had more time, would you be interested in a walking tour on Thursday? What are your thoughts on this? Email me at rediscoveringsetx@gmail.com, or comment on the Facebook page. Well, that’s about it for this week. I hope to get back to Mrs. Sol Elisha vs. Baseball next time, before all eyes go to Euro 2024 on June 14.

Until next time,

It may be coming home, but I’m not holding me breath! #ThreeLions #42yearsofhurt Never stop me dreaming!

Thoughts and Ramblings: Galveston, Galveston, Galveston!

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Talk about tired. I was truly Madeline Kahn tired last week because of the whole rain and power outage thing. To those wondering, our area experienced the solar eclipse late. On Thursday, May 2, at 8:30 a.m. it was pitch black with a tad of green. Then, the hail came. Many certain words were said to the sky that week. Around midnight, we got the power back and prepared for our journey to Galveston. I left home after another lightning storm on Friday afternoon, but to be honest, I had a great weekend. No worries at all, and luckily, all the people I volunteered with on Sunday (most were from Liberty County) were good and made it home safely without the flooding affecting their homes.

As I said last week, it was a joy to see Kathleen Maca before one of her cemetery tours on Friday evening. Also, I’ve never seen the flowers in the Broadway cemeteries so gorgeous. You should add this to your bucket list—yes, both the cemetery tour and seeing the wildflowers at City Cemetery on Broadway Avenue in May!

On Saturday morning, some of us took a walk on the seawall. Afterward, we were supposed to meet at Denny’s for breakfast before taking the Galveston Historic Homes Tour. I left my Airbnb and proceeded to walk a block and a half to Denny’s. When I arrived, there was no Denny’s; instead, there was an empty lot that looked like a demolition site. I guess I need to listen to the news—unfortunately, Denny’s burned down in October last year. So off we went to IHOP near the San Luis Resort.

We took the whole tour on Saturday. There were 11 stops, and we had done 10 by four o’clock. So, after eating our leftovers from IHOP (the omelets are huge) as lunch/dinner, we headed to our final destination, which was the 1883 William L. Moody Building at 2206 Strand. I nearly skipped this part of the tour, not because it wasn’t worth it, but because of Galveston’s parking. Last year, you could park for free on weekends and after six in the Strand district, but they’ve changed this. They’ve doubled the price from $10 to $20 in the parking lots on weekends. I did find a parking lot that claimed you could park all day for $4. The tech wasn’t up to date, but the parking was glorious! Basically, you shove $4 folded in a slot with your parking-space number. Could it be sketchy? Maybe, but I parked, shoved a fiver in the slot, and proceeded to tour the 1883 William L. Moody Building. The parking lot is located at 1916 Postoffice Street, if you dare. I think you’ll be all right.

After visiting the Moody Building, we set off to photograph the USS Texas. The ship is out of the dry dock and currently doing fine in the water at Gulf Copper Ship Yard. It will be there until they build a permanent home for it near Pier 21. This information is both official and nonofficial because the authorities have not yet stated that Galveston will be the ship’s new home. They’ve just put out a drawing of how great its new home will look, and they have said that it will be built near Pier 21. Another advantage of the place where I parked was picking up my pizza from Mama Theresa’s Flying Pizza, which is located just a few blocks from Pier 21. I got everything I wanted for that fiver and more!

When we left the Strand, a few of us wanted to experience the San Luis Resort. I’ve never been. It is a beautiful resort, and it has security. So, seeing the inside might have been a problem. Our plan was to head to the lobby and, if stopped, say that we were there to meet our friends Ruth and Florence Chambers, who were probably running late. (Shout out to the Heritage Society!)

For a second time that day, we parked at IHOP. We did see the lobby. A wedding was going on outside to the right of us, and all the prom photoshoots were happening to the left. Unfortunately, the concrete gun emplacements of the Hoskins battery were off limits to tourists. Oh well, I’m sure the Chambers sisters would not have cared about looking at gun emplacements, but Ruth may not have liked us using their names as references—I digress!

Volunteer Sunday was cloudy and cooler, but at least it didn’t rain as much as it did north of Interstate 10. As I said, all the other volunteers made it home to dry houses in Liberty County. I always enjoy my stint with these folks and the Candy Lady, and I will continue to help as long as she and our group are there.

Since today’s blog is an all-Galveston blog, I want to give a shout-out to blog reader Don Dickerson, who, on Facebook, recommended the podcast Galveston Unscripted. I will provide a link to the podcast’s rebroadcast about the Great Storm of 1900. This is probably the best roundup of what happened before and after the hurricane that you can listen to in under 23 minutes. If you have more time, then read the book Isaac’s Storm: A Man, a Time, and the Deadliest Hurricane in History by Erik Larson. When I first read it, I was not a fan of the meteorologist Isaac Cline, nor am I today. He probably would have fit in at the Weather Channel today, but this book triggered me so much that I added some of his philosophies to my 2013 book Blood of the Innocent. In the book, my character is meeting someone at the Menard House to purchase land in 1875. I’ll let Lady Annabel Falsworth explain my thoughts.

Mr. Stiles, a friend of the Menard family, was just beginning his journey into the world of land brokering and was grateful to have full use of the magnificent house. He felt the environment provided him with the credibility to do business. It was a jewel compared to his modest “two-roomed shack,” as he called it.

“So, Lady Falsworth, Miss Sterling, I do hope you are enjoying our young up-and-coming city by the sea,” Mr. Stiles said in an attempt to draw attention to the island’s attributes.

“Yes, it is a quaint little place, but I don’t know if I would be comfortable living by the sea,” Annabelle responded.

“What do you mean? Living near the water is the best part!” Mr. Stiles feigned astonishment. “There is always a breeze, and a dip into the ocean is most gratifying on a hot summer’s day.”

Annabelle looked at him in a bemused manner. “True, it is definitely wonderful, but I do feel that this area is plagued with storms, is it not?”

“Hmmm. . . We have our fair share of storms of a tropical nature but nothing to worry about. Those that do the most damage tend not to come this far west.”

Annabelle looked at him in disbelief. “Oh? Well, that is good to know. Unfortunately, your brethren in Indianola cannot say the same, can they?”

“Pardon? Oh yes.” Mr. Stiles remembered almost a month to the day that a strong hurricane had blown into Matagorda Bay, Texas, destroying almost the entire port town of Indianola. “Yes, what a terrible and tragic situation,” Mr. Stiles recalled, “but here in Galveston things like that just don’t happen. I believe God shines down on our glorious little city and protects it.”

Annabelle’s smile grew wider on hearing his words. She looked into his eyes mischievously, “Well, if I may give you some advice regarding the future of your glorious little city. Heed this warning and remember those who perished in Indianola, because it may be you who finds yourself in the eye of destruction with no warning or means of escape.” Annabelle paused for a moment and, noticing Mr. Stiles’ blank stare, continued, “Well, enough of that. I believe we shall continue with other business at hand.” She smiled graciously.

Until next week!

https://www.galvestonunscripted.com

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isaac%27s_Storm