Today I am writing about the small town of Comanche, Texas; however, the same is true for every small Texas town on the map, and some that are not. If only our old monuments could talk, what tales they could tell!
If that old oak tree (you know, the one Comanche calls the Fleming Oak) could only talk, it could certainly tell tales of both the triumphs and the tragedies experienced by the people who have lived in this area.
It was a triumph every time a boy who marched off to war came home. It was a triumph every time a baby was born and both baby and mom were safe. And just think of how triumphant people must have felt when the first paved roads ran right through the center of their town with cars rolling right over them!
Of course, it has also seen tragedies: those young mothers who didn’t live to see their new babies grow up, those men who were killed while trying to herd wild range cattle north for no other reason than that it was the only way they could think of to raise the cash money so desperately needed by their families, and maybe worst of all…those who allowed this rough land to beat them down…those who packed up and left their dreams lying dead behind them…these were tragedies.
Oh, yes, I’ve read about how they fought each other and how often they sued each other. There are even instances when they attacked each other in horrible fits of passion, but you just let calamity strike, and you’ll see the people of this area pull together every time, just as they did so long ago when those who could, offered their homes as a “fort” against Indian attack.
Others shared what meager foodstuffs they had when drought and famine struck. I can even remember my great-grandmother telling me about the horrible flu epidemic that struck this country in the late teens of the 20th century. Those who were able to stand (and there weren’t many of them) took care of their neighbors who couldn’t, ignoring the great danger to themselves.
1. Having people in your business can be a royal pain; however, it’s pretty wonderful when they show up on your doorstep with a casserole just because “they heard” that you were not feeling well.
2. Just let someone in the community need medical care that he can’t afford and suddenly benefits spring up almost on their own, often raising thousands of dollars.
3. I even drove off from the gas pump one day, forgetting that I had not given the attendant my check. It wasn’t long before my cell phone rang. Think about that! She knew my cell number and called to remind me to come back and pay, small town perks at their finest!
And back to my original thought, if oue old monuments could talk what tales they could tell, but since they obviously cannot speak, Texansunited.com invites you to let us help you record and share your memories, even something as silly as forgetting to pay for your gas.
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