lunes, 29 de diciembre de 2008

shot by an unknown assassin beneath a live oak tree

Fredericksburg, the county seat of Gillespie County, is seventy miles west of Austin in the central part of the county. The town was one of a projected series of German settlements from the Texas coast to the land north of the Llano River, originally the ultimate destination of the German immigrants sent to Texas by the Adelsverein. In August 1845 John O. Meusebach left New Braunfels with a surveying party to select a site for a second settlement en route to the Fisher-Miller Land Grant. He eventually chose a tract of land sixty miles northwest of New Braunfels, where two streams met four miles above the Pedernales River; the streams were later named Barons Creek, in Meusebach's honor, and Town Creek. Meusebach was impressed by the abundance of water, stone, and timber and upon his return to New Braunfels arranged to buy 10,000 acres on credit. The first wagontrain of 120 settlers arrived from New Braunfels on May 8, 1846, after a sixteen-day journey, accompanied by an eight-man military escort provided by the Adelsverein. Surveyor Hermann Wilke laid out the town, which Meusebach named Fredericksburg after Prince Frederick of Prussia, an influential member of the Adelsverein. Each settler received one town lot and ten acres of farmland nearby. The town was laid out like the German villages along the Rhine, from which many of the colonists had come, with one long, wide main street roughly paralleling Town Creek. The earliest houses in Fredericksburg were built simply, of post oak logs stuck upright in the ground. These were soon replaced by Fachwerk houses, built of upright timbers with the spaces between filled with rocks and then plastered or whitewashed over.

The colonists planted corn, built storehouses to protect their provisions and trade goods, and prepared for the arrival of more immigrant trains, which came throughout the summer. Within two years Fredericksburg had grown into a thriving town of almost 1,000, despite an epidemic that spread from Indianola and New Braunfels and killed between 100 and 150 residents in the summer and fall of 1846. The first two years also saw the opening of a wagon road between Fredericksburg and Austin; the signing of the Meusebach-Comanche Treaty, which effectively eliminated the threat of Indian attack; the opening of the first privately owned store, by J. L. Ransleben; the construction of the Vereins-Kirche, which served for fifty years as a church, school, fortress, and meeting hall; the formal organization of Gillespie County by the Texas legislature, which made Fredericksburg the county seat; the founding of Zodiac, a nearby settlement, by a group of Mormons under Lyman Wight; the construction of the Nimitz Hotel; and the establishment by the United States Army of Fort Martin Scott, which became an important market for the merchants and laborers of Fredericksburg, two miles east of town. After the signing of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo in 1849, Fredericksburg also benefited from its situation as the last town before El Paso on the Emigrant or Upper El Paso Road.

Religion played an important part in the lives of the German settlers of Gillespie County. Devout farmers drove as much as twenty miles into town for religious services and built Fredericksburg's characteristic Sunday houses for use on weekends and religious holidays. Though most of the original colonists were members of the Evangelical Protestant Church, there were also Lutherans, Methodists, and Catholics. Initially, all communions held services in the Vereins-Kirche, but in 1848 the Catholics built their own church, which was supplanted in 1860 by the Marienkirche (old St. Mary's Church). Also in 1848 the German missionary Father Menzel erected a large wooden cross on Cross Mountain just north of Fredericksburg. The Methodists withdrew from the Vereins-Kirche around the same time, and another group left the Evangelical Protestants in 1852 and formed Zion's Evangelical Lutheran Church under Rev. Philip F. Zizelman. Their church building, completed the following year, was the first Lutheran church in the Hill Country.

The German settlers were also passionate believers in the importance of education. The first school in Fredericksburg was established under Johann Leyendecker, in whose home Catholic services were held immediately after the town's founding. Leyendecker was succeeded as teacher a year later by Jacob Brodbeck, who was in turn succeeded by Rev. Gottlieb Burchard Dangers. In 1852 Heinrich Ochs replaced Dangers; Ochs remained an important figure in the community until his death in 1897. The first public school, with August Siemering as teacher, and the first official Catholic school in Fredericksburg were established in 1856.

Fredericksburg, like many of the German communities in south central Texas, generally supported the Union in the Civil War. Still, despite widespread opposition to slavery and secessionq on philosophical grounds, a number of Fredericksburg residents supported the Confederacy. Charles H. Nimitz organized the Gillespie Rifles for the Confederate Army and was later appointed enrolling officer for the frontier district. The Fredericksburg Southern Aid Society subscribed more than $5,000 in food and clothing for Confederate soldiers in 1861. In general, however, the people of Fredericksburg and Gillespie County suffered under Confederate martial law, imposed in 1862, and from the depredations of such outlaws as James P. Waldrip. Waldrip, the leader of a notorious gang, was shot by an unknown assassin beneath a live oak tree outside the Nimitz Hotel in 1867.

The bitter experience of the Civil War strengthened the traditional German determination not to get involved in state and national affairs. The Germans tried to maintain their independence by steadfastly refusing to learn or use English. The first newspaper in the county was the German-language Fredericksburg Wochenblatt, established in 1877, and a teamster who drove freight from Austin to Fredericksburg in the 1880s claimed that the local sheriff, who spoke German and broken English, was the only person in Fredericksburg who could act as an interpreter for him. The most authoritative history of early Fredericksburg was Fest-Ausgabe zum fuenfzig-jaehrigen Jubilaeum der deutschen Kolonie Friedrichsburg, written by Robert G. Penniger for the town's fiftieth-anniversary celebration in 1896. Not until after 1900 were the first purely English-speaking teachers employed in Fredericksburg's public schools.

As the town grew in size and importance, however, its self-imposed isolation was beginning to break down. The first Gillespie County Fair was held in 1881 at Fort Martin Scott and moved to Fredericksburg in 1889. The fair, celebrated as the first in Texas, soon attracted relatively large numbers of visitors to Fredericksburg. The town got its first electric-light company in 1896 and its first ice factory in 1907; by 1904 the estimated population had risen to 1,632. Another factor in Fredericksburg's decreasing insularity was the construction of the San Antonio, Fredericksburg and Northern Railway, the first train of which rolled into Fredericksburg on November 17, 1913, and was greeted with a three-day celebration. The railroad was reorganized as the Fredericksburg and Northern in 1917 and remained in operation until July 25, 1942, when it died, a victim of improved roads and automobiles.

By World War I a number of residents of Fredericksburg considered Penniger's editorial newspaper too pro-German. Another symbol of change was the spring 1928 vote to incorporate, a move the people of Fredericksburg had resisted for eighty-two years because they preferred to use the county as the unit of local government: why, they reasoned, pay two sets of public officials when one would suffice? At the time of the vote Fredericksburg was the largest unincorporated town in the United States, and the increasing size and complexity of both the town and the county made a change necessary. The 1930 United States census, the first in which Fredericksburg was included, gave the town's population as 2,416. Thereafter the population grew slowly but steadily, reaching 3,544 in 1940, 3,847 in 1950, 4,629 in 1960, 5,326 in 1970, and 6,412 in 1980. As Fredericksburg grew it became the principal manufacturing center of Gillespie County. At various times it has had a furniture factory, a cement plant, a poultry-dressing plant, granite and limestone quarries, a mattress factory, a peanut-oil plant, a sewing factory, a metal and iron works, and a tannery. As early as 1930, however, the town was also becoming known as a resort center, with a tourist camp and hunting and fishing opportunities; a significant part of the town's economy continues to depend upon its ability to attract the tourist trade. One of the organizations that has helped make Fredericksburg an important tourist center is the Gillespie County Historical Society, founded in 1934 to preserve local history and traditions. Its immediate goal was the completion, with the help of the Civil Works Administration, of a replica of the Vereins-Kirche, which had been torn down in 1897. When it was completed in 1936 for the Texas Centennial celebration, the structure became the home of the Pioneer Museum. After the museum was moved in 1955 the new Vereins-Kirche became the home of the Gillespie County archives. Another local structure of some historical significance is the Admiral Nimitz Center in the old Nimitz Hotel, commemorating native son Adm. Chester W. Nimitz, a hero of World War II.

In the 1980s Fredericksburg had thirty-eight restaurants, thirteen motels, a resort farm, a campground, three art galleries, and twenty antique stores. In addition, the town was the site of a number of annual events, many of which recall Fredericksburg's German pioneer past, which attracted visitors from throughout the state. Among these events were the Wild Game Dinner (for men only) in March and the Damenfest (for women only) in October, both of which benefit the Fredericksburg Heritage Foundation; the Easter Fires Pageant; the Founders Day celebration, on the Saturday nearest May 8, which benefits the Gillespie County Historical Society; A Night in Old Fredericksburg, in July; Oktoberfest; and the Kristkindl Market and Candlelight Homes Tour, both in December. The Gillespie County Fair is held in Fredericksburg on the third weekend in August; the fairgrounds are also the site of racing meets on Memorial Day and the Fourth of July and a hunter-jumper horse show in June. In 1990 the population was 6,934, and in 2000 the community had 8,911 inhabitants and 910 businesses.

BIBLIOGRAPHY: Don Hampton Biggers, German Pioneers in Texas (Fredericksburg, Texas: Fredericksburg Publishing, 1925). Sara Kay Curtis, A History of Gillespie County, Texas, 1846-1900 (M.A. thesis, University of Texas, 1943). Gillespie County Historical Society, Pioneers in God's Hills (2 vols., Austin: Von Boeckmann-Jones, 1960, 1974). Ella Amanda Gold, The History of Education in Gillespie County (M.A. thesis, University of Texas, 1945). Sarah Sam Gray, The German-American Community of Fredericksburg, Texas and Its Assimilation (M.A. thesis, University of Texas, 1929). Richard Zelade, Hill Country (Austin: Texas Monthly Press, 1983).

Martin Donell Kohout

jueves, 25 de diciembre de 2008

rupicola, filamentosa... you name it.

I love everything about Yucca.

There is so much to say.


Christmas couldn't have been more traditional although it could have been were the whole family not so sick and then more traditional members of the family could have made it to midnight mass.

Its near 80 degrees down here and I feel like a damn yankee.
Ya'all ever hearda recylcin' ?

viernes, 12 de diciembre de 2008

Happy Birthday Mom

Dad sold the ice cream store!!!

The transition is official as of January 1st however I imagine my dad will be spending a bit of time helping the new owners adjust. Its in his nature.

He imagines that when I get home from Oregon we will be eating ice cream three times a day and opening the store at 2AM to make all kinds of privileged messes. He is even suggesting that on Christmas day we invite all of our friends and family to raid the store and eat as much ice cream as possible. If you're interested/within a reasonable radius I suggest you contact me for details.

I feel like my identity is being sold here. I mean honestly, I don't have clear memories of middle school beyond my first punk mix tape and repeatedly being asked,
"So, can I like... have free ice cream?"

And yeah, that was me in the cow costume for the good part of 2000- 2005.

What about all of the people along the way? All of those friends our family has made...
The "Moo Crew" as we called it. Laurie, Henry, Brooke, Sam, Tank, Eric, Steph, Michele, Carolyn, ohh remember Jeff!, Courtney, Ashley, Pablo!!! PABLO!
Remember when we first hired Pablo and we didn't let him serve customers for two weeks? We sent him to make hundreds of dipped cones in the back of the store and told him it was because he was Mexican.

(This event, against your judgement, was not racist. His hiring happened to coincide with an unusually large order for dipped cones, a first in MooHistory. )

No more cow- spotted pink and turquoise aprons or bandannas! No more large catering orders to juice up your forearms! No more bumming in the back and eating the "mistakes" whilst periodically slapping the CD player in order to turn it back on. No more nasty jokes about Creamy Coc(o)nut. (or the endless possible sexual innuendos related to milk and cream)
No more strange concoctions...like the infamous cement shake...
6 oz. chocolate 6 oz. cotton candy 8 oz. moo milk.

No more referring to milk as moo milk!

Who were the Abdullas before Maggie Moo's?


This feels epic! I wish it were like the ending of Empire Records where we all hustle to save the store from being taken over by the MAN and he host a DAMN THE MAN party and then whenever the preparation sequence starts, that will be the queue for that one 90s hit song that sounds " Nothing left to sing about this time/It's over now
/The word is out/It hit the polls/Claimed a place among the rest
/Of today's new things and/Last night's shows/The have-you-heards and/The did-you-knows/But I've got my place/Will you be still/And try to keep from buying"

Etc.

What a worthless homage I have done. There were times when I hated that store. There were those times when I just wanted to be a normal teenager along the lines of not having to scoop ice cream next to your dad after school while all your friends were getting high.

Well.


Wuuhhlll.


Here's to winning my heart over in the end. Cheers to you, Maggie. SALUD!







In other news I had the time of my life last night. I got pretty far with my mom's bread napkin. When I was midway done with the lettering people would stop and read "Mu Bread" and ask, "Muhh bread? Like, MY bread? Huh. Funny" But then I would say no, Mom's Bread. And then when I was done with the "O" the new question was "Mo Bread. HAHA! Like gimme mo' bread! Funny." But then I would say no, Mom's Bread.

But craft night was actually part Craft Night and part Dance Church which is only supposed to happen on Sunday mornings at 10 AM but Emily properly used the event as a demonstration, "See guys! This is what Dance Church is like!"

They were all convinced much like I am when I hear the African music and "wweeeee!" resonating through my walls. Mark your calendars. Dance Church: Sunday 10 AM 5335 NE Mallory Ave.

But there was also soup , of course, and poster-making for the Bizarre Bazaar this Saturday, along with some vagina- naming. Huh! What!

We went around the room and named each other's ____. Some people already had names for theirs.

Mine: Lolita, depending on circumstances maybe Dolores or Lola. (and yes, its a loaded name for such things, I know.)
Emily: Beony
Wes: Foggy (or Sebastian)
John: The Duchess
Carson: Syrah or, Sir Raw
Leila: Lily
Kenya: Bobbi
Seth: Tomatillo

I just realized we didn't give one for Bello. I'll bring that to attention next Thursday. Oh! I won't be in Portland next Thursday! =(

I will however be doing some much needed volunteer work with the family. They seemed to have packed my schedule jam. Err. Jam- packed it.


Everybodys dyin'. Its the recession.

My course list.




I hope to hear from all of you soon. Happy windiest/iciest holidays!


jueves, 11 de diciembre de 2008

Woman whatcha gonna do now, whatcha gonna do about it


Sabrina prefers Bob's Red Mill Hot Cereal cold.
Sabrina is obsessed with finding unique ways to hang her plants. Light bulbs, light fixtures, tea pots, lanterns, etc.
She is currently making a chess set with mushrooms for pawns and
wishes she could use wine corks to plug all the holes in the world.
Never in her life has she ever been so sure or eaten this many raisins.

The third degree burn is much better however the hair is severely tangled in ways unapproachable to mankind.

New things this week:
the word usufruct

u⋅su⋅fruct

–noun Roman and Civil Law. the right of enjoying all the advantages derivable from the use of something that belongs to another, as far as is compatible with the substance of the thing not being destroyed or injured.


and

Charlie Hunter Trio's Baboon Strength show.

On the contrary there are also the usual happenings this week. This includes baking romanesco any way imaginable. Any ideas?





Tonight is craft night. This week the project involves cross-stitching a loaf of bread and other starchy items on to a starchy fabric for momma's 50th birthday.
Why is this much more exciting than getting into graduate school?


Congratulations to General Beauregard on the new album. Sabrina had a headache when she first heard it but she realized later that it may have been an appropriate state of mind on account of the song titles.
Head. Appropriate state of head.

Which one is better, the snail or the earthworm?


Oh and maybe Fredericksburg or Austin for New Years.

viernes, 5 de diciembre de 2008

Chisme





Surprises are growing more and more welcome in my eyes.
The conglomerate grits fell on to the wooden floors and came back with a raisin.
I woke up twice. The first time I was called, "pugnacious". The second time I found leftover wine with a dead fly not swimming in it but wading, or "waiting", if that's what your religion might tell you about a bath with the juice of your vice. (alcohol, not grapes). Or I don't know maybe grapes are your vice.

Also, the third time I woke up I was in a sun bath (all of the baths happen but not often the washing kind) in the bed of my hammock and not the bed of my bed. But this time I was all the more truculent.
What I mean is ironically, I am going to fight these feelings of combativeness.


Thank you Todd for I Always Look up the Word"egregious"
Its exactly the kind of book I like to pick up and read and forget what I could have tried to learn.

Some of the mails I have been receiving
well
and some I have not been receiving
at all
and others I have not been receiving
so well.


John Kretlow left the letter he wrote me in Montreal so I got a email urging placidity in response to the fact that my mail will be coming from gasp CANADA.
And god forbid.
And godspeed.
I got the one from Christa which confirms we are living parallel lives. Literally. Not just literal because its in writing now too, but also because we are on parallel coasts. Its figuratively parallel because we are both finding ourselves in the midst of uncanny bouts of adulthood i.e. she has a major cut with stitches and I have what might be a 3rd degree burn. Both self inflicted. Well she inflicted hers. I didn't inflict hers, myself.

So now I covered the one that hasn't been received, the one that has been well received and so we are left with the third. I'd rather not.

Remember earlier when I was in love with surprises. Here is one. Last night I thought Jon was doing a horrendous job at writing my acrostic. However this morning after the third wake I found this clever little declaration on my very own first piece of furniture as my own woman, my kitchen table.







S cientific
A rmy
B ully
R ingworm
I insensitive
N ieve

A ntonymns----^


and because I fancy things that happen congruently (aka meanwhile)
this was also on the same sheet
My groceries
eggs (many), flour (a bag), milk (1/2 gal.), oats (many), raisins (many), potatoes (a few), olive oil (a bottle)

I am currently avoiding the picking and choosing task of separating my comics of November into a booklet. I have so far validated only 15.
=(

Maybe I should not make a booklet until I combine with those from December? I imagine I will be doing quite a bit many in Texas. I mean that as I will have much of nothing to do and not that there will be MY GOSH SOooooo much to document.

I really want to make a road trip to Austin when I get back but I just don't know if I can. I think I should make the time but my family gets extremely jealous. (What my brain is really saying here: P.Terry's burger, fries, and banilla shake. Extra ketchup please.)

where have I been??

Recently, I love this from David: