Posted on 10/14/2005 3:43:58 PM PDT by phatoldphart
When you're from Texas, people that you meet ask you questions like, Do you have any cows?" "Do you have horses?" "Bet you got a bunch of guns, eh?"
They all want to know if you've been to Southfork. They watched Dallas.
Have you ever looked at a map of the world? Look at Texas with me just for a second. That picture, with the Panhandle and the Gulf Coast, and the Red River and the Rio Grande is as much a part of you as anything ever will be.. As soon as anyone anywhere in the world looks at it they know what it is. It's Texas. Pick any kid off the street in Japan and draw him a picture of Texas in the dirt and he'll know what it is. What happens if I show you a picture of any other state? You might get it maybe after a second or two, but who else would? And even if you do, does it ever stir any feelings in you?
In every man, woman and child on this planet, there is a person who wishes just once he could be a real live Texan and get up on a horse or ride off in a pickup. There is some little bit of Texas in everyone.
Did you ever hear anyone in a bar go, "Wow...so you're from Iowa? Cool, tell me about it?" Do you know why? Because there's no place like Texas.
Texas is the Alamo. Texas is 183 men standing in a church, facing thousands of Mexican nationals, fighting for freedom, who had the chance to walk out and save themselves, but stayed instead to fight and die for the cause of freedom. We send our kids to schools named William B. Travis and James Bowie and Crockett and do you know why? Because those men saw a line in the sand and they decided to cross it and be heroes. John Wayne paid to do the movie himself. That is the Spirit of Texas.
Texas is Sam Houston capturing Santa Ana at San Jacinto.
Texas is "Juneteenth" and Texas Independence Day.
Texas is huge forests of Piney Woods like the Davy Crockett National Forest.
Texas is breathtaking mountains in the Big Bend.
Texas is the unparalleled beauty of bluebonnet fields in the Texas Hill Country.
Texas is the beautiful, warm beaches of the Gulf Coast of South Texas.
Texas is the shiny skyscrapers in Houston and Dallas.
Texas is world record bass from places like Lake Fork.
Texas is Mexican food like nowhere else, not even Mexico.
Texas is the Fort Worth Stockyards, Bass Hall, the Ballpark in Arlington and the Astrodome.
Texas is larger-than-life legends like Michael DeBakey, Denton Cooley, Willie Nelson, Buddy Holly, Waylon Jennings, Janis Joplin, Kris Kristofferson, Tom Landry, Darrell Royal, Rick Husband, Eric Dickerson, Earl Campbell, Nolan Ryan, Sam Rayburn, Lyndon B.Johnson.
Texas is great companies like Dell Computer, Texas Instruments and Compaq. And LOCKHEED MARTIN AEROSPACE, Home of the F-16 Jet Fighter and the JSF Fighter.
Texas is NASA.
Texas is huge herds of cattle and miles of crops.
Texas is skies blackened with doves, and fields full of deer.
Texas is a place where towns and cities shut down to watch the local High School Football game on Friday nights and for the Cowboys on Monday Night Football, and for the Night In Old San Antonio River Parade in San Antonio. Texas is ocean beaches, deserts, lakes and rivers, mountains and prairies, and modern cities.
If it isn't in Texas, you probably don't need it.
NO ONE DOES ANYTHING BIGGER OR BETTER THAN IT'S DONE IN TEXAS.
By federal law, Texas is the only state in the U.S. that can fly its flag at the same height as the U.S. flag. Think about that for a second. You fly the Stars and Stripes at 20 feet in Maryland, California, or Maine and your state flag, whatever it is, goes at 17 feet. You fly the Stars and Stripes in front of Pine Tree High in Longview or anyplace else at 20 feet, the Lone Star flies at the same height - 20 feet. Do you know why? Because it is the only state that was a republic before it became a state.
Also, being a Texan is as high as being an American down here. Our capitol is the only one in the country that is taller than the capitol building in Washington, D.C. and we can divide our state into five states at any time if we wanted to! We included these things as part of the deal when we came on. That's the best part, right there.
Texas even has its own power grid!!
If you are a REAL TEXAN you won't even need to be told to pass this on!"
First Texas wasn't admitted to the Union via Treaty....
The following is the section regarding dividing into additional state:
I guess it is a question of whether the congress that approved the Joint Resolution admitting Texas in effect approved the additional states or does Texas have to go before Congress to get that approval should they desire to divide... I think it's a curiousity that will never be known as Texas isn't going to divide.....
Here's Snopes take on the division which by the way is open to the other 49 states also. Snopes
I was born in Longview and now live in Hallsville. Lake Cherokee has a lot of nice houses you will like it there. I noticed you have fighter pilot along side your screen name, were you a pilot in Navy or Air Force.
You should eat Nopalitos. They are diced prickly pear pads that have been "shaved" of the spiny stickers with a sharp knife. Boil and/or saute SLOWLY with a little onion. They are good tossed in burritos/tacos or by themselves wrapped in a tortilla with salsa. Also good scrambled with eggs. Cooked, they have the same texture as okra.
You can also buy them in the Mexican food aisle in a jar. I think there are researchers studying the "slime" for its diabetes fighting properties.
(For you yankees..... canela is cinnamon)
oh, me too. I love mole. The owner of the local Mexican place always teases me, he never even gives me a menu anymore he just says "the usual with mole on everything, right?"
YEP!
I think you are right about Ponchos, I was in high school back then and I believe that when it opened in Longview.
I don't know who started this as it has been attributed to several, but it is not correct. If it is not true, it is lying, not bragging. If it is true, IT'S BRAGGING, period.
ping
>My dad used to play with those guys (ZZ Top) locally in Tx many many yrs before they hit it big. I didnt believe him as a kid until he showed me the pictures in the family's photo album. Just..wow..beyond words :) He wasnt a member of THEIR band, but rather opened for them I think in some nightclubs.
That's Great!
Don't know when they started. First I heard of them was in '76. 2 80000 people shows in the sugar bowl stadium and they had never had a top 40 song.....
got a "best of" on reel-to-reel
Wrong-O. We fly the Lone Star at the same height as the Stars and Stripes. It was written into the agreement that made the Republic of Texas a US state.
I wasn't born here, but as they say, I got here as fast as I could. I hold no malace against my mom and dad for not moving to Texas before I was born so I could be born here, but just damn...they could have! The good thing is that I have been in Texas more years than most people have been alive, and my children and their children are all native born....in Austin, Dallas and Plano.
LOL. I chuckle now when I see all the cinnamon shakers at Starbucks.
Come on, y'all! Read #115, and stop the talk about Texas dividing into five states.
Sorry--but Snopes is just plain in error about this.
Amen. God Bless Texas. I wouldn't want to live (or die) in any other place. (even though the grasshoppers are the size of house cats)
LOL
A true gormet......
Oops! That should be #155.
In case you have not read post 138...
Not bad at all, from a Texan born here and gonna' die here unless the Lord comes back before then. Here's one I like a bit better, written by a guy named Bob Wheeler who ran a website called LonghornFanZone awhile back:
"Dear Friends,
Last year I wrote a small piece about what it means to me to be a Texan. Well, most of you who know me know that it means about damned near everything. Those of you who know that also know that I never save anything I write. If I thought it was worth saving, well then I would have, but since usually stuff ain't I don't. Anyway this fella asked me to reprint what I'd wrote and I didn't have it. So I set out to think about rewriting something. I'm having this big party this weekend for Texas Independence Day and all and I thought somehow or other I'd work that in. I thought about the festivities and the "Texas music" and everything and I thought I'd write about why I'm having this party and what it means to me and all the great things I love about Texas. There are way too many to list. I can't even begin to do it justice.
Lemme let you in on my short list. It starts with The Window at Big Bend, which in and of itself is proof of God. It goes to Lake Sam Rayburn where my Grandad taught me more about life than fishin, and enough about fishin to last a lifetime. I can talk about Tyler, and Longview, and Odessa and Cisco, and Abilene and Poteet and every place in between. Every little part of Texas feels special. Every person who ever flew the Lone Star thinks of Bandera or Victoria or Manor or wherever they call "home" as the best little part of the best state. So I got to thinkin about it, and here's what I really want to say. Last year I talked about all the great places and all the great heroes who make Texas what it is. I talked about Willie and Waylon and Michael Dell and Michael DeBakey and my Dad and LBJ and Denton Cooley. I talked about everybody that came to mind. It took me sitting here tonight reading this stack of emails and thinkin about where I've been and what I've done since the last time I wrote on this occasion to remind me what it is about Texas that is really great.
You see, this last month or so I finally went to Europe for the first time. I hadn't ever been, and didn't too much want to. But you know all my damned friends are always talking about "the time they went to Europe." So, I finally went. It was a hell of a note to be sure. All they did when they saw me was say the same thing, before they'd ever met me. "Hey cowboy, we love Texas." I guess the hat tipped em off. But let me tell you what, they all came up with a smile on their faces. You know why? They knew for damned sure that I was gonna be nice to em. They knew it cause they knew I was from Texas. They knew something that hadn't even hit me. They knew Texans, even though they'd never met one.
That's when it occurred to me. Do you know what is great about Texas? Do you know why when my friend Beverly and I were trekking across country to see 15 baseball games we got sick and had to come home after 8? Do you know why every time I cross the border I say, "Lord, please don't let me die in _____"? Do you know why children in Japan can look at a picture of the great State and know exactly what it is about the same time they can tell a rhombus from a trapezoid? I can tell you that right quick. You.
Yeah. You see the same spirit that made 186 men cross that line in the sand in San Antonio damned near 165 years ago is still in you today. Why else would my friend send me William Barrett Travis' plea for help in an email just a week ago, or why would Charles Stanfield ask me to reprint a Texas Independence column from a year ago? What would make my friend Elizabeth say, "I don't know if I can marry a man who doesn't love Texas like I do?" Why in the Hell are 1,000 people coming to my house this weekend to celebrate a holiday for what used to be a nation that is now a state? Because the spirit that made that nation is the spirit that burned in every person who founded this great place we call Texas, and they passed it on through blood or sweat to every one of us. You see, that spirit that made Texas what it is alive in all of us, even if we can't stand next to a cannon to prove it, and it's our responsibility to keep that fire burning. Every person who ever put a "Native Texan" or an "I wasn't born in Texas but I got here as fast as I could" sticker on his car understands. Anyone who ever hung a map of Texas on their wall or flew a Lone Star flag on their porch knows what I mean.
My Dad's buddy Bill has an old saying. He says that some people were forged of a hotter fire. Well, that's what it is to be Texan. To be forged of a hotter fire. To know that part of Colorado was Texas. That part of New Mexico was Texas. That part of Oklahoma was Texas. Yep. Talk all you want. Part of what you got was what we give you. To look at a picture of Idaho or Istanbul and say, "what the Hell is that" when you know that anyone in Idaho or Istanbul who sees a picture of Texas knows damned good and well what it is. It isn't the shape, it isn't the state, it's the state of mind. You're what makes Texas. The fact that you would take 15 minutes out of your day to read this, because that's what Texas means to you, that's what makes Texas what it is my friend. The fact that when you see the guy in front of you litter you honk and think, "Sonofabitch. Littering on MY highway."
When was the last time you went to a person's house in New York and you saw a big map of New York on their wall? That was never. When did you ever drive through Oklahoma and see their flag waving on four businesses in a row? Can you even tell me what the Hell the flag in Louisiana looks like? I damned sure can't. But I bet my ass you can't drive 20 minutes from your house and not see a business that has a big Texas flag as part of its logo. If you haven't done business with someone called AllTex something or Lone Star somebody or other, or Texas such and such, you hadn't lived here for too damned long. When you ask a man from New York what he is, he'll say a stockbroker, or an accountant, or an ad exec. When you ask a woman from California what she is, she'll tell you her last name or her major. Hell either of em might say "I'm a republican," or they might be a democrat. When you ask a Texan what they are, before they say, "I'm a Methodist," or "I'm a lawyer," or "I'm a Smith," they tell you they're a Texan. I got nothin against all those other places, and Lord knows they've probably got some fine folks, but in your gut you know it just like I do, Texas is just a little different.
So tomorrow when you drive down the road and you see a person broken down on the side of the road, stop and help. When you are in a bar in California, buy a Californian a drink and tell him it's for Texas Independence Day. Remind the person in the cube next to you that he wouldn't be here enjoying this if it weren't for Sam Houston, and if he or she doesn't know the story, tell them. When William Barrettt Travis wrote in 1836 that he would never surrender and he would have Victory or Death, what he was really saying was that he and his men were forged of a hotter fire. They weren't your average every day men. Well, that is what it means to be a Texan. It meant it then, and that's why it means it today. It means just what all those people North of the Red River accuse us of thinking it means. It means there's no mountain that we can't climb. It means that we can swim the Gulf in the winter. It means that Earl Campbell ran harder and Houston is bigger and Dallas is richer and Alpine is hotter and Stevie Ray was smoother and God vacations in Texas. It means that come Hell or high water, when the chips are down and the Good Lord is watching, we're Texans by damned, and just like in 1836, that counts for something. So for today at least, when your chance comes around, go out and prove it.
It's true because we believe it's true. If you are sitting wondering what the Hell I'm talking about, this ain't for you. But if the first thing you are going to do when the Good Lord calls your number is find the men who sat in that tiny mission in San Antonio and shake their hands, then you're the reason I wrote this tonight, and this is for you.
So until next time you hear from me, God Bless and Happy Texas Independence Day.
Wheeler"
Hook-em, Ted
I guess we'll be neighbors then!!!!
PS: My mom used to make a cabbage & cubed pork dish that had the same basic seasonings as pollo con calavisita. You just cook it longer (until the cabbage is a light orange).
When I was in college, I got a craving for the dish and phoned mom for the recipe. I went to the store to get the ingredients, and the cash register total was $3!!! I ate on that dish for 3 days and froze the leftovers! It was around that time that I started to figure out how poor we must have been growing up.
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