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Thoughts and Ramblings: Organizations, Volunteering, and International Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo

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Recently, the need to recruit new members into organizations such as historical commissions, heritage societies, and local groups or clubs has become more urgent. However, attracting young members poses a challenge. It’s not that the young are not interested. The problem is that these organizations pander to their flocks. What I mean is that most of the members of the groups I belong to or support are retired, and they typically want to participate in events held between 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. on weekdays (some even say, “Start your event at 10:30 a.m. because I have other sh*t to do before”). Accommodating their needs is a good strategy if these individuals have the means to donate to these organizations (and some do). The problem is that when those who donate pass away, the interest in the project to save a historic house or another historic preservation effort comes to an end. Why? Because you are left with the children or grandchildren of the individuals in question, who don’t care about what mom or grandma was into. This is a significant problem not only in historic preservation but also in research. When someone who did historical research dies, there is a good chance that their family will not give a rat’s rump about saving anything in their office (“Throw everything to the street—he/she/him/her/it was a hoarder!). Did I get the pronouns right?

My beef is mainly with organizations and people scheduling their events on a Thursday or Friday morning because “It won’t clash with my grandchild’s recital,” or whatever. I work for a living, and taking time off for an event is pretty much impossible. I have to plan weeks in advance. The meetings of the Texas Historical Commission are planned six months to a year in advance.

I will say that the Beaumont Heritage Society, which I’ve had problems with in the past, is now run like a well-oiled engine. There is a reason I was a little skeptical at first, but if you put the right people in charge—people who think outside the box—you become successful. They now have a great organization. Lately, I’ve seen more organizations reaching out to their followers on social media and holding events in the evenings and on weekends, when the working class can actually attend. Kudos to all of them!

Luckily, most historical commissions hold their marker dedications on a Saturday, which is great! 10:30 a.m. it is! However, I’ve noticed that some of the older organizations that require a history test, both written and oral, to become a member (you know who you are, Sons of X or Daughters of Y) often do not consider your work schedule or personal life. The only organization I will freely call out is the Galveston Historical Foundation. I will note that they are getting better; fingers crossed. They do good work, but they also pander to their flock. However, they are getting better at pandering to their volunteer department. That was my problem with the Beaumont Heritage Society a few years back, but they’ve now seen the light. Treat your army of volunteers right, and you are unstoppable. Pull the elitist card, and your organization will die. Hey, volunteers are a valuable resource, so treat them with the respect they deserve!

An organization that I thought was defunct is actually still alive, and it is the International Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo. Let’s see what my chatbot (his name is Bill) has to say about them!

The International Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo is a unique and historic fraternal organization founded in 1892, dedicated to fostering fellowship and promoting the welfare of those in the forest products industry. Known for its distinctive traditions and whimsical symbolism—such as the use of a black cat with its tail curled in the shape of the number nine—the order seeks to unite professionals from all sectors of the timber and lumber trade under a shared commitment to ethical business practices, mutual support, and the betterment of the industry. With chapters across the globe, the Hoo-Hoo order emphasizes the importance of human values, environmental stewardship, and community service, striving to uphold the legacy of camaraderie and good humor envisioned by its founders more than a century ago.

I may qualify to be a member of this organization because, technically, there are times when I have to deal with trees. Unfortunately, I have to deal with cows, bulls, snakes, and water, as well as merchant marines, more often, but I would love to join. Below, I explain how the order started.

The International Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo was founded on January 21, 1892, in Gurdon, Arkansas, by a group of six men involved in the lumber and forest products industry. The men had been delayed at a train depot and, while waiting, began discussing the need for a fraternal organization that could unite people in their profession in a more informal and engaging way than traditional business associations.

Led by the journalist and lumber trade magazine editor Richard Fletcher and assisted by Bolling Arthur Johnson, the group envisioned an organization that embraced humor, fellowship, and mutual support rather than rigid rituals and titles. The founders named the new group the International Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo, with “concatenated” meaning “linked together.” The organization adopted unusual titles such as Snark of the Universe for its president, and it embraced a lighthearted tone while promoting goodwill, cooperation, and ethical conduct in the lumber industry. Over time, the order grew into a respected international fraternity for those working in forestry and wood-related professions.

Until I discovered that it is still active, my goal was to bring this awesome order back! Maybe buy a house in the Oaks District of Beaumont, then change its features without notifying the district. I would put Cheshire cats everywhere I could get away with it (hey, their period!).

What do you think? It may be worth a try!

Until next time, treat your people right.

Beaumont Heritage Society:

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Galveston Historical Foundation

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International Concatenated Order of Hoo-Hoo:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concatenated_Order_of_Hoo-Hoo

Thoughts and Ramblings: Hurricane Season Edition!

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It is nice that a third family member has reached out to me concerning research I did on a certain subject. It is especially satisfying because all three individuals agree that my research was spot on. I shared with the family what I found in all the sources. It is a plus when a relative sheds light on a few persons in their family whose stories you ignored. The Rowley Trio was unknown to me until a family member filled in the dots. I’ll leave a link to this story!

This week marks the beginning of hurricane season, and we have a few greatest hits on the list that weren’t retired. We begin with Chantal. Many here remember that Chantal was the Category 1 hurricane that wiped out the beach road between Sabine Pass and High Island in 1989. We all loved that road. No disrespect to the town of Winnie, but the Texas Department of Transportation and its determination to dig up every mile of Interstate 10 from El Paso to Orange are the devil. I would rather spend 20 minutes driving from Sabine Pass to High Island than driving for an hour on Highway 73 to Winnie, then down Highway 124 past Stowell to High Island. Shout-out to the Whataburger in Winnie. It’s my go-to breakfast stop if I have to drive to hell (Houston).

Humberto is next. Many don’t remember this hurricane because it happened in 2007. We all remember Hurricane Rita in 2005, but probably no one outside this area does because they focus on Hurricane Katrina, which hit New Orleans a month earlier. I’m not bitter; I just don’t care about what happens in NOLA. Ever! In 2005, we had the three sisters, Katrina in August, Rita in September, and Wilma in October, which hit Florida. After Wilma, no hurricanes hit the US in 2006 or 2007 until Humberto. A friend of mine, a chemical engineer by trade, used to argue constantly with me about how Tropical Storm Humberto upgraded to a hurricane over land. My friend has since passed away, and I cherish my memories of his friendship, but engineers! I showed him radar evidence and data indicating that the storm meandered off the coast and then sped up due to a cool front moving through. This is why the storm intensified and reached hurricane strength before making landfall on High Island.

I also have a couple of other stories about this storm. One concerns someone who wasn’t my friend. He was working on a house in Crystal Beach and was awakened at two in the morning by terror: winds of 80 miles an hour (but no surge). I just wish I had a video of this. I would have enjoyed this scene more than when I was in first grade and we were herded in the hallway of St. James School, with the seventh graders hunkering down because of a tornado warning. In the end, there was no tornado—just straight-line winds and dark clouds—but the terror in the seventh graders’ eyes was priceless. (As a first grader, I didn’t care about the seventh graders at all. Yes, I was not a good child. As you can figure out, I’m the same as an old person.)

The other story is as follows: On the night of September 12, 2007, I went to sleep and woke up to a hurricane at three in the morning. I checked the website of KFDM on my phone and found that the radar was in full hurricane mode. I turned on the television to see the backside of Larry Beaulieu front and center as he tried to find out why the camera was not working. At that point, Hurricane Humberto took out the radar, which meant that the station didn’t know where the eye of the hurricane was. Beaumont took more of a hit than Port Neches and Nederland. The eye passed over Port Neches when those at KFDM thought it was south of Winnie. My cat nailed it because he came from the neighbor’s house wondering what the hell was going on. We brought him in as the backside of the eye began. I remember he was very vocal on WTF was going on with the weather. This was the same cat that disappeared before we evacuated for Hurricane Rita. He stayed during that storm. When I returned after Rita, I found a female cat and kittens hanging out at the house. Since I was working out of Atascocita and not living at my house, I never saw the other cat or kittens again. I’m not saying the cat, affectionately known as Sh*thead, the cat was trailer park, no doubt!

Next up is Tropical Storm Imelda from 2019, which even TikTok users should remember. This storm damaged what Hurricane Harvey missed in 2017. However, Harvey was not a hurricane when it showed its worthless head in Southeast Texas. Harvey dropped 65 inches of rain in Nederland in five days. Imelda dropped 43 inches of rain and flooded areas that had survived Harvey. It basically finished what Harvey started.

And then there was Hurricane Jerry (1989). I remember this because I may have audio recordings of myself talking about it as it happened ( a project similar to our pirate radio days!). Jerry wasn’t much, but he did show up, which is more than most cared to do at the time.

I want to add this: All you beachgoers who are determined to bring back the beach road between Sabine Pass and High Island—I support your plea. However, we are dealing with the Texas Department of Transportation, as well as second-tier Texas bureaucrats. It will not happen, unfortunately. Both are *&^%$&, whom I despise! Good luck anyway!

Well, it looks like I’m done here for the week. Remember, it’s hurricane season, and you should grab a beer, then run like hell!

Until next time, cheers!

Rowley Trio:

The Rowley Trio

Hurricane Chantal:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Chantal_(1989)

Hurricane Humberto:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Humberto_(2007)

Tropical Storm Imelda:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropical_Storm_Imelda

Hurricane Jerry:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Jerry_(1989)

Just for fun I added my Bolivar Peninsula videos after Hurricane Ike:

Gilchrist:

Rollover Pass to Crystal Beach  

Crystal Beach Oops!

Bradley Johnson

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Sometimes, you spend years thinking about some historical event or process in a certain way, until a fact comes along that changes the whole scenario, or at least part of it. Some people tend to dismiss this. However, “History is written by the victors” is a quote that most need to know because it is true—history changes based on who writes it. This phenomenon applies to both major and minor historical knowledge, as well as the views of certain historical accounts. Humans tend to be human, and occasionally they do not check their facts. We are all guilty of this, whether we acknowledge it or not.

My first encounter with this problem occurred when I was researching Catherina Jeanette Stengle. On a cold Saturday morning in 2012, I was walking in Magnolia Cemetery photographing headstones of veterans with a couple of friends. That day, I was told that Catherina was a seamstress who saved all her money and purchased the twelve grave plots along with the mausoleum and the Saint Katherine of the Wheel statue. It wasn’t long before my research told a different story. If you’re interested in reading Stengle’s story, I have a link at the bottom of this blog.

In this case, the storyteller wasn’t a historian; he just repeated a story he had learned and didn’t check whether it was correct. I did. However, on a few occasions, I also did not check. Regarding this, I want to get into one story that was brought up in one of our Jefferson County Historical Commission meetings.

A member brought up the story of a shootout in Nederland in the early 1900s, and another member mentioned the story of a similar shootout in Sabine Pass that involved someone named Bradley Johnson. I’d heard the Johnson story before and thought I knew who was involved. I was certain there were a few articles written about it, but my Sunday morning research told me otherwise. I reached out to a couple of people who knew the story and might have written articles on it, but I found nothing. The only information I got was that William D. Quick mentioned it to them. This made sense because he was the authority on Sabine Pass history. I did go through Bill’s papers at the Sam Center in Liberty, where they are kept. “Maybe I saw an article about it there,” I thought, but it had been ten years. Someone who knew the story and was with me ten years ago sifting through Bill’s papers reminded me that he had a file on ALL the families and people of interest in Sabine Pass. So, it looks like my near future holds a trip to the Sam Center!

I found the original article from The Beaumont Enterprise about the confrontation in Sabine Pass, and I will tell you what I learned; I will also add photos of the article for you to read on the blog. There are also some odd details missing from this historical event, which I want to get into.

If you research the history of Jefferson County online, you will frequently find the name “Bradley Johnson of Sabine Pass” because there was a Bradley Johnson who fought in the Civil War. That Bradley Johnson was the uncle of the person in question. The Bradley Johnson we are talking about was Benjamin Johnson, the county commissioner’s son. The phrases “according to” and “as legend has it” both work in this case. It’s a bit complicated.

Brad Johnson was well liked in Sabine Pass, and he was a bit of a Robinhood when it came to cattle. Back then, families who owned cattle let them graze unsupervised. Most families had a brand, and that allowed them to identify their animals when it came to rounding up the herd. Apparently, though, cows went missing. Brad Johnson never owned cattle, but he had a pen with cattle in it. As legend has it, a group from the sheriff’s office went to investigate, and as soon as the lead officer tried to open the pen’s gate, a shot rang out, missing the officer’s finger. I have no idea who shot a bullet from a rifle at an officer because someone had a pen of cows belonging to others.

Apparently, some families (four) that won’t be named here (but might be named in the articles) possibly hired a guy to take out Brad Johnson. As you can read in the article, the two men knew each other, but Tom Long was not from here. He had only spent a couple of years in SETX. In the end, though, he knew to get “the hell out of Dodge!” This is a weird story that I can’t document, but it is true, even though there are facts missing.

Bradley Johnson’s story is nowhere to be found in Ancestry, Find A Grave, and Mildred Wright’s cemetery books. Then, I found a link on MyKindred that named his wife and six kids. This allowed me to do at least a little research on Ancestry, but it ended there. I wasn’t looking for whole paragraphs on him, but I thought there might be a little bit of information online since he was liked by fellow Sabine Passers. Nada! I haven’t gone down the rabbit hole regarding Tom Long, but I imagine he is also a ghost online. Who knows? And I’m sure that the families who might have paid for Long’s train ticket did not mention this event.

As far as I’m concerned, there’s now a blog on this story, with facts from a newspaper source. Until next time, don’t go around stealing people’s cattle! And if I can digress a bit, I discovered that bulls are okay with someone on a riding mower sprinting by, but as soon as you start up a line trimmer, they freak out. I never saw a bull hide behind a truck until this Monday. I’ve since named the bull in question Shirley. And yes, I’m serious!

Jeanette Catherina Stengle:

Tales from Hallowed Ground: Catherina Jeanette Stengele

Thoughts and Ramblings: Galveston Historic Homes Tour is a Done; Treaccar House; Bill Quick

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Today is the last day of the 51st Annual Galveston Historic Homes Tour, and I hope most of you had a chance to visit the treasures on the program. The weather has been fantastic this year, and the wildflowers at the Broadway Avenue Cemeteries are as beautiful as ever. I was tempted to make another round of visits this weekend, but, alas, work calls.

I left out a couple of mentions last week because I didn’t want to spoil the stories for those taking the tour this weekend. However, since this blog drops on Sunday morning at 12:01, hard cheese! I loved the 1889 Joseph and Elisabeth Treaccar House and the story of the 1900 storm. Joseph Treaccar was a carpenter by trade, and he built this house and the house next door which was used as a rental property. (Note: The house next door is not in the greatest shape, but it’s livable. I’m sorry for blurting out “And it hasn’t been painted since!” when the porch docent told us the house was built in 1895. The porch docent was fantastic!)

The story goes that Mr. Treaccar made holes in the bottom floor so the rising water would anchor the house and not wash it away (good thing the Galveston Historical Foundation wasn’t around to stop him!). It worked, and the house still stands—with a little help from the current owners. On the tour, they pointed out the wood covering the holes that Treaccar made. You can tell it’s different from the rest, and I’m glad the current owners kept it. I’m certain it will be a good conversation piece for years to come.

As I said last week, the GHF was superb compared to previous years, and people were kept moving, even with seven houses having mandatory bootie calls! No shoes, just bare feet or booties. I’m curious to know the total number of people who took the tour. As a volunteer gatekeeper last week, I had 360 people enter my home in four hours. The record for me is 700 in five hours at the cover house back in 2022. For a Sunday, this was unheard of, but we got them through. I usually do two two-hour shifts, but we were shorthanded, and it was hot. Luckily, the Candy Lady, Beaumont History Bits (Bitsy), and I survived!

The 1899 Felix and Eva Mistrot House (the cover house) is gorgeous both inside and outside, but I wonder about a few things. According to the porch docent, the owners requested that people enter the home with booties or socks. I can understand this, and when you tour the home, you see that all the furniture is museum grade. No sitty no touchy! I’ve asked this question every year: Why does someone who owns such a home put it on the tour in the first place? They know damn well the public likes to touch and sneak a photo. I carry a camera, but the photos stop at the porch; however, I’m usually wired for sound, and I have recordings of the tours since 2012. I find it useful to review past tours and look back at some of the stories the docents added based on their knowledge.

Finally, during the Galveston weekend, I discovered the origin of the biplanes that I enjoyed watching flying over the cemetery. Apparently, they are scallywags, and they do biplane flight tours! I’ll leave a link to their site at the bottom of this blog because I think this is awesome.

Now that the tour is finished, I need to get back to doing research for the Texas Historical Commission’s atlas of cemeteries here in Jefferson County. I want to try to at least fix our side once and for all. I’m tired of the same old questions that I’ve answered before. This is what happens when you have multiple people and leads on a certain area or place. You get overlaps, and it screws things up. I get why the commission wants us to do this; the atlas does need an overhaul. Hopefully, by the new year, I will be able to answer most of the questions to satisfy them and eliminate the overlap, but it is hard to plead your case when you have little evidence to submit.

On that note, I want to get into past historians. I am not a historian; I am a researcher. I’ve always loved history. I imagine that Mr. Gothia would disagree because I would sleep during his classes at Thomas Jefferson High School in the 1980s. It wasn’t his fault; he was a good history teacher. It must have been an after-lunch thing. I’ve always been drawn to English and Welsh history, but World War II history, especially the Pacific theater, has become a major goal for me. I want to learn about both sides of the conflict. I only began my journey on SETX history in 2012. W. T. Block had a lot to do with it at the beginning . . . but.

My first Jefferson County Historical Commission meeting took place in 2012. It was a year to the day that Bill Quick had died. Over the next couple of years, I began to learn about Mr. Quick through those who knew him. I was also honored to be able to look through his papers at the Sam Center in Liberty. I found many things that helped me with my way of researching Florence Stratton in his work. Even though I never met him, Bill taught me how to research, and although he didn’t publish any books, he was, and still is, the guide that I needed. I will always give him the utmost respect.

Until next time . . .

Scallywag Air: https://www.facebook.com/scallywagair

Broadway Cemeteries Galveston Wildflowers:

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51st Annual Galveston Historic Homes Tour 2025

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51st Annual Galveston Historic Homes Tour

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The Galveston Historic Homes Tour is an annual event that celebrates the rich architectural and cultural heritage of Galveston, Texas. Established in 1974 by the Galveston Historical Foundation, the tour was created to raise awareness of the city’s extensive collection of nineteenth- and early twentieth-century homes and to support historic preservation efforts. Each May, the event opens the doors to privately owned historic homes, many of which are not normally open to the public. The tour showcases a variety of architectural styles—including Victorian, Greek Revival, and Queen Anne—and offers a glimpse into Galveston’s prosperous past as a major port city. Over the decades, it has become one of the largest and most anticipated heritage events in the country, attracting thousands of visitors eager to admire the craftsmanship and history preserved in these iconic structures.

Our trip to Galveston on Friday was delightfully uneventful! It was nothing like last year when we lost power under the oaks on Ye Olde Block Farm on Thursday, followed by driving along the beach road during a lightning storm on Friday. Fortunately, this year’s storms stayed north of the Interstate 10 corridor until we settled into the Airbnb and made a trip to Old City Cemetery.

The wildflowers at the cemetery were as beautiful as ever, but the photos I posted didn’t do them justice because it was cloudy. I am currently at the cemetery this Sunday morning, taking a few photos before my shift at the 1896 James and Pauline Foster House (3523 Avenue P). Morning shots are fantastic! One note I will add is that I was pleasantly surprised by the spontaneous airshow that ensued when two biplanes began their maneuvers over the island, complete with smoke trails. I know they had fun, and I thank them for the show.

The rain moved offshore Saturday morning, leaving the atmosphere cloudy, cool, and breezy—a perfect setup as we made our way to our first home, the 1886 Richard and Eliza Walker House at 1705 Ball. We arrived twenty minutes before the start of the tour, so there was no wait, and we were the first to tour the house. In fact, I found that there was little wait for most of the tours, except for two, which I will get to later.

I thought that Richard and Eliza Walker House was outstanding, with a beautiful interior and staircase. It is well worth a visit, although you would have to “love thy neighbor” to live there, as you can almost shake hands from window to window in both homes. I will also add that seven of the eight houses require you to wear booties for the tour.

Next on the list was the 1886 Jacob and Martha Bernheim House at 1814 Sealy. There was no wait, and I really loved the original floors and wonderful porches. Note that as I write this, I’m sitting on a porch enjoying the constant breeze here in Galveston. The porch is not as attractive as the ones on the tour, but I think we can all agree that sitting on a porch in May, working or vegging out and enjoying the breeze, is almost spiritual—I digress.

 1890 Clarke and Courts Building (fifth-floor loft) at 2400 Mechanic, New Jersey, designed by Clayton and Company, is accessible via stairs only—there is no elevator access. And boy, did I pay to climb this mountain. It’s a beautiful loft, but when you have a sciatic nerve problem, it’s like climbing Mount Everest. I made it—yay!

Our next adventure took us to the 1886 Mollie Walters House (Preservation in Progress) at 2528 Post Office. I will say that this was the second longest line of the day, behind only the Cover House, which I find odd. Normally, a restoration in progress doesn’t have any docents or lines of people waiting to visit, but as the last remaining bordello in the Red Light District, I hope to visit this treasure when the restoration is complete—during the Historic Homes Tour, of course! Note: This was the only house where booties were not required! I’ll stop now.

The 1896 Charles and Louisa Flake Cottage at 1901 25th Street is another treat worth visiting. I thought the lines were stagnant when we arrived, but fortunately, the crew (docents) kept the line moving. All homes on the tour did a great job of maintaining the flow!

After the usual lunch stop at Shrimp N Stuff, it was time for a visit to the 1896 James and Pauline Foster House at 3523 Avenue P, designed by Charles Bulger. If you’re reading this blog on Sunday, May 4, come by for a visit! I’ll be there from 10:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. to sign you in. I love this house and hope to see you there!

The last two homes I want to explore next week, but the cover house, the 1899 Felix and Eva Mistrot House at 1804 35th Street (designed by George B. Stowe), was my second favorite wrapped porch after only the McFaddin-Ward House in Beaumont. The 1889 Joseph and Elizabeth Treaccar House at 2928 Avenue K has an interesting story, but I’ll leave those details to the docents on houses, as my intention here is not to tell you the whole story but to encourage you to do the tour and visit these lovely homes, where you can hear the fascinating stories firsthand while in the houses yourself.

Again, another great tour with a bunch of awesome crews. I really enjoyed this tour, sciatic nerve and all. The City Cemetery is also a stop not to be missed, especially if you are a photographer.

Until next time . . .

51st Annual Galveston Historic Homes Tour FYI!

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The 51st Annual Galveston Historic Homes Tours is here, and the Galveston Historical Foundation, along with its many volunteers, will be there to guide you, inform you, and hopefully educate you on these precious structures, but please note that there will be delays, long lines, and booties at some of the homes. Which ones, I have no idea, but I’ll definitely get into that on Sunday.

People tend to take this tour in different ways, and I want to help you as much as possible so you can have a wonderful experience visiting these treasures. First off, buy your tickets online. Keep them on your phone and/or print them. This should make it easy for you to pick up your tour book/ticket when you are at your first house. It shouldn’t be a secret that credit card machines, and the many gremlins inside their wires, like to screw with this technology. Most of the time it works, but I’ve volunteered for 11 years, so… Also, cash for tickets will be taken, but I haven’t heard if there will be cash boxes. There wasn’t last year, so we couldn’t give change. Keep this in mind. This was a new arrangement last year, so any disgruntled persons should contact the Galveston Historical Foundation. As a volunteer, I will quote Sgt. Oddball on this: “Don’t hit me with them negative waves.” My animal spirit, Yukari Akiyama (秋山 優花里), backs me up on this.

When taking the Historic Homes Tour, you should have a plan.

1. Each ticket is valid for one visit to every house on either weekend. If you can go both weekends, taking the tour with family and friends is a great experience. However, if you only have one weekend or even only one day, then it is better to take the tour with no more than three people. Long lines can be an obstacle. One year, I took the opening-day tour solo, and there was a point when I passed in front of 14 people because they only had enough room for one more person in the group.

2. Some of the houses are in the same neighborhood, so have a plan to park centrally. You will be able to walk to multiple places without wasting time looking for a parking spot for the various destinations.

3. NO HEELS! I should have put this up top. This is the one thing I’ve never understood. Why would someone wear heels on a home tour that involves walking upstairs and on lovely restored floors? If you do wear heels, you’ll end up walking through some stranger’s house shoeless. There was an instance when a homeowner had their beautiful restored floor damaged by someone who chose not to wear comfortable shoes. The money raised by the tour paid for the floor to be restored again.

4. Booties! Speaking of shoes, it is always inevitable to have one house on the tour that doesn’t want you prancing around in heels or people walking on their newly restored floors. I get it, restoration is expensive! But then why have your home on the tour? Anyway, I digress. This will undoubtedly slow down the people taking the tour. So, you may have to wait some time.

5. It may be better to visit popular homes, such as the cover house, at the beginning of the day, during lunchtime, or close to the last tour (six in the afternoon). I’ve found that these times have fewer lines.

6. Volunteers. Most of the people who check your ticket, sell you the excellent wares that the Galveston Historical Foundation offers, and are stationed throughout the properties are volunteers. This means they are not getting paid. The white shirt–black pants army is there to keep the tour rolling and help you visit these beautiful homes. I say this because when you find yourself in a line, know that most of these people are doing the best they can to give you a great experience.

7. Visit the Old City Cemetery! The wildflowers are lovely and a great photo opportunity for photographers.

8. Make sure to look for the cemetery tours hosted by Kathleen Maca. They sell out fast! The reason is that she is a great storyteller and has written several books on Broadway’s prominent cemetery.

See you on the tour!

Thoughts and Ramblings: USS Texas Is Terminated; Rediscovering Eddie Trunk; Jeff, Jeff, Jefferson City; Remembering Paul Di’Anno

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The Battleship Texas Foundation had a bit of a reality check this week when the Galveston Wharves Board ended the negotiations for USS Texas to moor at Pier 19. I know the foundation’s goal was to keep the ship in Galveston, and they possibly will, but not near the Elissa. The restaurants along the pier complained that it would prevent customers from seeing the waterfront. You know, the wharf that overlooks Gulf Copper shipyard. To me, this is hilarious, but who am I to comment on what some subpar elite person thinks? Charles Barkley was right! It is “dirty ass water,” and you shouldn’t get too excited about it.

If I’m going to throw out quotes here, then I have to mention this one from the movie Blazing Saddles. Yes, I’m going there! When Jim, the gunslinger (Gene Wilder), is consoling Bart, the new sheriff (Cleavon Little), he says, “What did you expect? ‘Welcome, sonny?’ ‘Make yourself at home?’ ‘Marry my daughter?’ You’ve got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know… Morons.”

This quote is dedicated to those weekend Galvestonians from Houston who support USS Texas but who made it clear to me that Beaumont is worse than sad and just a drive-through city on their way to New Orleans. When they told me this, I was just a fly on the wall, and I didn’t have my Bring It to Beaumont pin, which was given to me by a friend in support of mooring the ship on the Neches River in Beaumont. But I still have the audio file of my drydock tour! Now, it looks like we are one and the same degenerates. I can live with that. You, not so much.

Although I am not a member of the Galveston Historical Foundation, I volunteer every year at the Historic Homes Tour. I will continue to do this every year as long as Bev, “the Candy Lady,” keeps asking me. I love the tour and the houses, but there is nothing else in Galveston that I really care to see apart from Kathleen Maca’s tours.

If it wasn’t for the Historic Homes Tour, I wouldn’t even go to Galveston. Well, maybe for Mama Theresa’s pizza, and Shrimp and Stuff. As for the Strand, that’s really not my thing. I will now end this episode of Where USS Texas Will End Up. It can’t stay at Gulf Copper forever, and since they threw Beaumont and Baytown under the bus, they definitely need to find another home for it. I’m sure that the $35 million that were given to the foundation by the state of Texas to make it “go away” are running out. To be continued!

The Wings Over Houston airshow was this week, and unfortunately, I could not attend. I had a problem. My wings were good to go, but my landing gear had an ongoing issue. Getting old sucks, but it is better than the alternative! Rather than walking through Ellington Field’s many mazes to get to the show, I attended Eserbet’s birthday party. For those not in the know, Eserbet is my three-year-old granddaughter. She is pretty good with a plastic knife, and she has been developing her skills with the new pew-pew gun. I feel I won’t survive her wrath in the next couple of years, but I hope she can learn the ways of the katanas in my office. Kids grow up fast!

Photo Credit: Jackson Guitars

Lately, I rediscovered Eddie Trunk on SiriusXM. For those who don’t know, Eddie has been the face of rock and metal radio shows for over 40 years. I’ve written about my musical interests before, and it is good to listen to someone who shares some of them and has seen earlier bands before they were famous. Eddie brought up the rock-n-roll Hall of Fame, and this year’s inductees, including Ozzy Osbourne, were mentioned. I will say that I’m a fan of the musicians and songwriters around Ozzy, and I’m glad that he mentioned Randy Rhoads as the springboard that launched his solo career. He was, and after Randy’s untimely death, Jake E. Lee took over as Ozzy’s guitarist. For all the fact-checkers out there, Brad Gillis was only on a live album of Black Sabbath songs Ozzy released before Bark at the Moon. And that album was all Jake’s! I will die defending this hill!

Photo Credit: Ironmaiden.com

Another band I gladly think I introduced to many people in the early 1980s was Iron Maiden. I first saw them at the Beaumont Civic Center opening for the Scorpions. I’ll have to ask Mikey Mayhem if the band Girlschool opened for Maiden. Mikey remembers all this stuff better than I do because I was too busy trying to develop the standing-on-the-back-of-two-chairs technique. Ninety minutes of switching legs to stay up on those chairs to see the stage. I’m sure Richard Simmons would have been proud, but I wasn’t dancing, and this wasn’t the oldies! (It is now!)

I want to mention Iron Maiden’s early years because the tour I attended was the one for The Number of the Beast. That was their third album and the first with singer Bruce Dickinson. The two previous albums, Iron Maiden and Killers, had a different singer named Paul Di’Anno. My interest in this band was fed by my favorite record store in the Jefferson City Shopping Center—Ted’s Record Store—which sent me down many musical paths. On a side note, we all remember the jingle: “At Jeff, Jeff, Jefferson City where there’s everything under the sun!” I digress.

Photo Credit: Ironmaiden.com

I learned a couple of days ago Paul Di’Anno passed. After Maiden, he had been performing and making records for forty years. He had a lot of health problems, and this year, he performed in a wheelchair because of his ailing legs. He was a trooper and performed because he had to because of a lack of funds. Rest in Peace, Paul.

Photo Credit: Ego Trip Media
Photo Credit Ego Trip Media

It’s turnip carving time, and I particularly like this season because we usually receive no visitors. Unfortunately, no one appreciates the smell of turnips! One might ask why we carve turnips around Halloween. The tradition goes back to the old countries of Ireland and England and Ye Olde Stingy Jack. Jack was not a good man; he screw up his life and afterlife. After hearing the story of Stingy Jack and his worthless life, I’d put him in either the Senate or Congress. It’s pretty bad when even the devil feels for you. I’ll leave a link to his story.

Until next time, “Up the Irons! For Paul!” He was a West Ham United fan. That is an even greater loss…

U.S.S. Texas:  https://www.12newsnow.com/article/news/state/texas-news/battleship-texas-is-in-limbo/502-eccb3e2d-3831-45df-a91c-a7ed51accd05

Eddie Trunk: https://eddietrunk.com/

RIP Paul Di’Anno: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PX2FkO0b-o

https://yourlastrites.com/2024/10/21/r-i-p-paul-dianno-1958-2024

Stingy Jack:   https://vimeo.com/113006486

Thoughts and Ramblings: World War II Prisoner of War Camp Marker Dedication in 2000; There Were Stalags In SETX; Hans Keiling

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Before I get into this week’s blog, I want to give much credit to my good friend Mr. Don Smart. I’m sure his wife, Darlene (another awesome person in our historical-preservation crew), would agree with me that he goes above and beyond in his research and that he is constantly there if an organization needs a volunteer. Actually, both Don and Darlene are two treasures when it comes to preserving and teaching history!

Last week, during our Lincoln Rest Cemetery cleanup day, Don handed me a DVD of the Texas Historical Commission marker dedication at the World War II prisoner of war (POW) camp in China, Texas, that he filmed in 2000. A while back, he told me that he had footage of the dedication and the person I wanted to see. The person was Hans Keiling, a German tank commander who immigrated to Port Arthur. I posted his story back in 2022, and I will add it to this blog, but there was more information about his journey to Southeast Texas in the video. The footage also mentions letters written by relatives a some who were incarcerated at the China camp and even those who were young when the camp was established and who got to know the prisoners. This was a great video, and I thank Mr. Smart for always bringing these things to light; without his journey into history, a lot would be lost to time. For example, there would have been no video of the marker dedication. I will add that we also wouldn’t know the story of Wong Shu, who we believe is the person who lies under the Chinese stone on the tree line near the bayou at Magnolia Cemetery. It was Mr. Smart’s research on the Beaumont Enterprise that gave us Wong Shu’s story. I’ll leave a link at the bottom of this blog.

Getting back to Hans Keiling and the POW camp dedication, there were three camps in this area—one in Orange County, one in China, and one in Tyrrell Park in Beaumont.

By 1943, the war and its effects had been felt by people throughout the world. This was also true for our brave men and women here in Southeast Texas. Without hesitation, they answered the call of duty on three levels, doing their part in both the Pacific and European theaters as well as on the manufacturing front. Sacrifice and effort were given freely in support of the cause. Because of the need for wartime laborers, other sectors, such as timber and agriculture, suffered.

At the time, the number of German and Italian POWs was increasing, especially in North Africa. The surrender of 150,000 soldiers of General Rommel’s Afrika Korps resulted in their transfer to the United States where they remained incarcerated until the end of the war.

The Geneva Convention of 1929 required that POWs be located in a similar climate to that in which they were captured. This made Texas the ideal place for the Afrika Korps prisoners. At the time, Texas had twice as many POW camps than any other US state. In August 1943, there were 12 main camps, but by June 1944, there were 33. The need to house, feed, and care for these POWs was enormous, but Texas embraced the challenge.

In Southeast and East Texas, the arrival of (mostly German) POWs couldn’t have come at a better time. Smaller camps were erected throughout the region to aid timber and rice farmers. As I stated earlier, three sites—China, Tyrrell Park in Beaumont, and Orange County (off Womack Road)—housed prisoners who worked on the rice farms under the Texas Extension Service of the Texas Agriculture and Mechanical University.

During the camps’ existence, there were escape attempts. This was a significant problem for the sites near the Mexican border, but for the most part, the prisoners spent their time incarcerated without incident. And now for Mr. Keiling’s story.

Hans Max Keiling immigrated from Germany in 1956. His story should be a movie, as he is one of those immigrants who loved this country for its freedom.

Hans was from Frankfurt an der Oder, a German town on the Oder River, near the Polish border. He was drafted into the German army and became a master sergeant and a tank commander at 23. In a few newspaper articles, he stated he only fought the Russians (the Soviets) and never faced the Americans. From what I know of the Russian front, it was a logistic nightmare during which everyone waited for Der Failüre to see how many soldiers would die in order to hold at all costs some land they shouldn’t have taken in the first place. Keiling did his duty, but when the Germans surrendered, he didn’t want to surrender to the Soviet Army because he would have been executed. He stayed in an American camp for two days. However, he was turned over to the Soviets because of an agreement the Americans had with them to transfer prisoners who fought against either army. So, Keiling was handed to the Soviets, but without his uniform that showed he was an SS tank commander. He was put in a labor camp near Stalingrad, where he spent three and a half years working in a coal mine 14 hours a day.

In 1948, some of the POWs who had special training were sent to East Germany to train “police forces.” Keiling said he had to choose between staying in the coal mine, where he could perish any day, and going to East Germany. He chose the latter, signing an agreement under pressure from the KGB.

Keiling became a special-weapons training officer at the “police academy,” but he soon “found out that this training had nothing to do with police work.” Germany was secretly working to establish a new army, although prohibited from doing so under its terms of surrender.

Still, Keiling said he had no choice in the matter. One night in 1950, while walking to the post office, he was kidnapped by two KGB officers and was jailed for six months, during which he received monthly “hearings.” He was then sentenced to 10 years in a slave-labor camp. He was sent to a coal mine in Vorkuta, Siberia, 80 miles above the Arctic Circle. Each day, he marched three miles from the barracks to the coal mine, with the temperature usually around 45 degrees below zero. He was released when Stalin died in March 1953, but he remained in custody in the USSR. While being transported back to East Germany, he escaped to West Berlin.

In 1954, he settled in West Germany, where he met the niece of Bruno Shulz, the man who founded Gulfport Shipyard in Port Arthur. Keiling was finally able to emigrate from Germany in 1956. He moved to Texas and worked for Shulz, managing a trailer park he owned in Kerrville and working on his ranch in Comfort. It was in Texas that Keiling learned to speak English, in part from television. Keiling worked for Schulz until the latter’s death in 1981. Then, he moved to Port Arthur, where he worked as a security guard until 1984. Afterward, he moved to Temple and back to Port Arthur.

Hans passed in 2008, and he currently rests in Magnolia Cemetery in Beaumont, near fallen Beaumont police officer Paul Hulsey, who ended his watch in March 1988. This is another tale from that hallowed ground I may get into someday.

Until next week.

World War ll Prisoner of War Camp China:

https://co.jefferson.tx.us/Historical_Commission/pdfjs/web/viewer.html?file=files/markers/11954_1.pdf?Marker%20No.=11954

https://co.jefferson.tx.us/Historical_Commission/pdfjs/web/viewer.html?file=files/markers/11954.pdf?Marker%20No.=11954

World War ll Prisoner of War Camp Orange:

https://www.hmdb.org/m.asp?m=172281

World War II Prisoner of War Camp Beaumont:

https://secrethistoriesnow.blogspot.com/2016/12/tyrell-park-wwii-prisoner-of-war-camp.html

Thoughts and Ramblings: Hugo and James DeBretagne; Giving Bigfoot the Boot; Hacking into Radio; Sundays Were for Cajun Bandstand; Rest In Peace Stan Bowles #WeRQPR

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Last weekend, I went down a few rabbit holes linked to a couple of newspaper archives and Fold3, which is a military database offered by the website Ancestry. This is where I initially discovered the war diaries of the Marine Scout Bombing Squadron 931 (VSMB-931) dive-bomber squadron that trained in Jefferson County. My goal was to find a bit more information on Hugo DeBretagne, a Port Arthur marine who died in Tarawa in 1943. Since this week is the anniversary of Operation Detachment (the invasion of Iwo Jima), I wanted to search through what war diaries were available, if any. What I ended up finding were the diaries of the Second Marines concerning their part in Operation Galvanic (the siege of Betio Island in Tarawa), as well as a few more questions and scenarios.

In the pages of the Beaumont Journal and the Port Arthur News, I did find a few mentions of Hugo DeBretagne’s death and the fate of his brother, James, later in the war in Iwo Jima. I believe James was also in Tarawa, but I don’t know what unit he served in. The information regarding Hugo was inscribed on his memorial stone at Greenlawn Cemetery in Groves, Texas, so I could follow a bit of a paper trail for him, but not in James’s case. One thing I did find out in the newspaper archives was that James was wounded in Iwo Jima, but without knowing who he served with, I can’t find any answers.

Luckily, James DeBretagne survived the war. He spent time recovering in a Corpus Christi hospital from the wounds he suffered in Iwo Jima, for which he received the Purple Heart. That’s where the military history ends. I won’t get into other aspects of the family, but I will say that he lived a long life, and he passed in 1993 in Hardin County.

Before reading through the war diaries of the Second Marines, I had assumed that Hugo DeBretagne died on D-day 3—the third and last day of fighting on Betio. However, since there was little resistance that day, and given that he was buried at sea, I am beginning to think that he was wounded in the initial battle or on D-day 2. I doubt this question will ever be answered, but if I manage to do so, I will let you know. That’s the problem with research—when you think you have the right scenario, something changes it. But if the result is correcting our historical knowledge, that’s okay.

The last thing I will say about these brothers is that they were also on Guadalcanal, which would make a whole other major story. SETX gave a lot for the war, and it doesn’t matter what county you reside in; there are heroes in every hallowed ground of our area.

I’ve finally cut the cord, so to speak. Seven years ago, I was so fed up with the cable provider Spectrum that I switched to Dish (Latino). Oh, those World Cup memories! You could watch TV after a hurricane as long as you had a generator bringing the power to the TV and all the hookups. Now, the only thing you can watch on Dish that you can’t get anywhere else is the Dishscapes. Although nice, I will not pay $173 a month to see Bigfoot either boating or mowing the grass in his dapper Smokey Bear hat.

I remember that, back in the day, we had four channels: KJAC, KFDM, KBMT, and the Public Broadcasting Network (PBS) out of Houston (sponsored by the Getty Oil Company or the DuPont Foundation, of course). PBS had a big influence on me because of—yes—Sesame Street and The Electric Company. Later, in the ’80s, Soccer Made in Germany would put me on the weirdly inevitable path of becoming an English-football supporter and, even worse, a fan of Queens Park Rangers (QPR). The main reason was PBS’s coverage of the 1982 World Cup and the dreaded Football Association Cup final between QPR and Tottenham Hotspur. Probably the worst mistake I’ve made in my life, but “We R QPR,” and the pain continues.

 R.I.P. Stan Bowles (24 December 1948 – 24 February 2024)

Around that time, we also discovered that we could cross wires and antennae to actually broadcast over the air—so to speak. A walky-talky may have been used, and the Federal Communications Commission had no idea we did this, but in 1982, we started our own radio station. Truth be told, we could only broadcast over a couple of blocks in our neighborhood, but you could listen to it on any radio in that area. Ninety-nine point something was the frequency. Regarding content, Rush, AC/DC, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, and Ozzy Osbourne were played to no one. My cohost was worried that his mother may be listening because his house was a block away, but he was the one doing the things we shouldn’t have been doing in the first place, so there you go. It was fun, and I did see Ozzy Osbourne in Beaumont and lived to tell about it. I saw him a couple of times, but the one with Randy Rhoades at Fair Park was the best!

When we weren’t hacking into the airwaves, our radios would be tuned in to 104½ FM or 101 KLOL. I think I still have some cassette tapes of Linda Silk’s show on Saturday nights. Of course, Sunday mornings were strictly for KLVI 560’s show Cajun Bandstand, hosted by Johnny Janot. After Johnny passed, A. J. Judice stepped in front of the microphone for a couple of years. I miss Johnny. I know his dog gave him a hard time, but when you name your dog Sex, things usually don’t go smoothly in everyday life. (Story below!)

You know, everyone that has a dog either calls him Rover, or Boy, or Fido, or something.

Well, I call mine Sex. Sex is a very embarrassing name.

One day, I took Sex for a walk, and he ran away from me. I spent hours looking for that dog, and a cop came along and asked me what I was doing in this alley at four o’clock in the morning. I said I was looking for Sex. My case comes up next Thursday.

One day I went to city hall for a dog license for Sex, and the clerk asked me what I wanted, and I told him I wanted a license for Sex. And he said, “I’d like to have one too! “

But I said this is a dog, and he said, “ I don’t care how she looks.”

 Then I said you don’t understand. I’ve had Sex since I was two years old.

And he said, “Boy, you must have been a strong boy.”

Well, I decided to get married and told the minister I wanted to have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after the wedding. I told him but Sex has played a big part in my life, and my whole lifestyle revolves around Sex. He said he didn’t want to hear about my personal life and would not marry us in his church. I told him that everyone coming to the wedding would enjoy having Sex there. The next day, we were married by the Justice of the Peace, and my family are all barred from the church.

My wife and I took the dog along with us on our honeymoon, and when I checked into the motel I told the clerk I wanted a room for my wife and I, and a special room for Sex. The clerk said every room in the motel is for sex. Then I said, you don’t understand, Sex keeps me awake at night, and the clerk said, “Me too!”

One day I told my friend I had Sex on TV, and he said, “You show off.” I told him it was a contest. He said, “You should’ve sold tickets.”

Well, my wife and I separated and went to court to fight for custody of the dog, and I said your Honor, I’ve had Sex before I was married, and the judge said, “Me too!”

Now I’ve been thrown in jail, I’ve been married, I’ve been divorced, and had more damn trouble with that dog than I ever gambled for.

Why, just the other day, when I went for my first session with my psychiatrist, and she asked me what the problem was, I said, hell, Sex has died and left my life. It’s like losing a best friend, and it’s so lonely.

The doctor said, “Look, mister, you and I both know that sex isn’t man’s best friend.”

Go get yourself a dog!

 Johnny Janot

Until next week, We still R #QPR

Johnny Janot:

Stan Bowles:  https://www.bbc.com/sport/football/68394453

Thoughts and Ramblings: D. A. R. Talk; Ezerbet Says Hi; Three Millionaires Want to Build Mansions in a Swamp; Vuylsteke House

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Many thanks to the Captain William Sanders chapter of the National Society of the Daughters of the American Revolution (NSDAR). I was again honored to be a speaker at their February meeting this week. More people showed up this year, but they weren’t there to listen to my ramblings. This chapter reaches out to the local high schools and asks the faculty who the outstanding students are, and the faculty and counselors give their shout-outs. The students receive one hundred dollars in cash, a certificate, and information on obtaining a scholarship through the NSDAR. I think this is an outstanding idea for local organizations, and they deserve to be mentioned whenever possible.

The talk went well, but the refreshments were better. I only had one heckler this year. My two-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter Ezerbet was in the audience and greeted everyone, repeatedly (“Hi!”). Thanks to the person who sent a bag of Fritos her way. She enjoyed them, along with anything that caught her eye and her stomach after the meeting. By the way, her name isn’t Ezerbet, but when I mention her in future blogs, I will refer to her like that just to irritate one of her parents.

One of the advantages of being part of the Jefferson County Historical Commission is being around people who know a lot more than you do about a subject or how to do certain things, such as presentations. Shout-out to Dr. Steven Lewis, who is a wiz at creating PowerPoint files and Excel spreadsheets. He is the only reason I can produce some of these things. I’m pretty savvy when it comes to technology, but not this type of stuff. I think that, deep down, I just hate Mister Softy (MSFT), a.k.a. Bill Gates.

Speaking of another Mr. Gates, part of my talk was about some of the old houses in Port Arthur, especially the few ones standing on Lakeshore Drive—the Vuylsteke House, the Pompeiian Villa, and Rose Hill Manor. One that is no longer there is the John W. Gates House. It was located one house down from the Pompeiian Villa. The John Gates House burned down in the 1960s, but the carriage house is still there, as is the Texas Historical Commission (THC) marker placed in 2001.

Here is the story of the original plan by a few millionaires who wanted to build some pretty nice homes in a swamp.

The Pompeiian Villa is a replica of a Pompeiian home from AD 79; it was built by Isaac Ellwood, the “Barbed Wire King,” in 1900. It was one of three structures to be built on the eight-acre stretch of lakefront property in Port Arthur. The second home was John Warner “Bet-a-Million” Gates’ twenty-room Georgian Revival mansion, a pre–Civil War Gone with the Wind-style home with a carriage house at the back. A third home was planned by an investor, Mr. James Hopkins (president of the Diamond Match Company, St. Louis, Missouri); sadly, Mr. Hopkins could not come up with an idea for a suitable structure, so the land between the two aforementioned homes was never built upon.

After the Pompeiian Villa was completed, Mr. Ellwood lived there for a year. In 1901, he sold it to Mr. Hopkins, who loved the house dearly, so much so that he sent for his wife in St. Louis to live with him in this great abode during the winter months. Mrs. Hopkins took the train down from St. Louis, expecting to see paradise. After the train ride, she boarded a carriage and was taken to her new winter home. When she arrived, she saw the great villa in all its glory—built in muddy marshlands next to a lake. She was not impressed. Without hesitation, she returned to the train station and traveled back to St. Louis without setting foot inside the villa.

I also mentioned the Vuylsteke House, which was built in 1905 by J. E. Alexander in the space of seventy-five days for Adrianus Jacobus Maria Vuylsteke. Mr. Vuylsteke immigrated to the US in 1893 and moved to Texas in 1894. After his marriage to Nettie Minerva White in 1898, they settled in Jefferson County. Mr. Vuylsteke was appointed to the Dutch consulate for Port Arthur in 1906.

In 1908, the Vuylsteke family sold the house to John Tryon, a manager at the Gulf refinery who would eventually become Port Arthur’s mayor between 1917 and 1921. After having multiple owners, the house was moved to its current location on Lakeshore Drive, renovated, and used as a rental property. Finally, after years of deterioration, it was bought by the Port Arthur College Foundation and restored in 1986.

I also showed a couple of pictures taken by Port Arthur News photographer Don Larson, which I purchased at an estate sale. To me, they are iconic because of who is in them. The first one is from the Babe Zaharias THC marker dedication in 1979. (Yes, Beaumont, the Babe was born in Port Arthur!) It shows Sydalise Fredeman holding her hat while Bum Phillips takes the cover off the marker and Bob Hope looks on. The second photo shows Bob Hope looking on again (I think he did that a lot) while a lady with a shovel breaks ground for the new Bob Hope School. And yes, that is Wayne Newton in the background! If anyone knows who the lady with the shovel is, please let me know.

Well, I’ll end this blog the same way I ended my PowerPoint—with a photo of my fat cats and a link to my website. By the way, Ezerbet says, “Hi!”

Danke schoen. Until next week!