Category Archives: Around Town

A Woman’s Place Is In The Dome

Texas is known for its colorful political landscape. We’ve included both men and women in our election process, once women got the right to vote.

The words “all men are created equal” led to a literal interpretation that “men” meant only “men”. Silly result, that one. In all fairness, this was not only a Texas issue.  Arguments about voting went something like this: “Well, don’t make a Federal case out of it.” Significant clarification ensued, in the form of the 19th Amendment, ratified by Texas in 1919, and women became voters. So, sometimes it pays to make a Federal case out of it.

Ma Ferguson: First Woman Governor of Texas.

Back in the day, Texas had a woman governor, Miriam “Ma” Ferguson, who became governor when her husband, Jim, was impeached, convicted and barred from seeking the governorship again. This was quite an intelligent decision by Ma, because otherwise, the Fergusons would have to vacate the governor’s mansion.

And don’t you hate an unplanned move? For Ma, the governorship was just a nice extra.

There was quite a long pause between Ma, who became governor in 1924, and the next woman governor of Texas, Ann Richards. Richards and her opponent, Clayton Williams, spent a record $50 million on the race. Alas, Claytie had a serious case of boot-in-mouth disease and committed some memorable gaffes, including a joke about rape that likened the crime to bad weather–“if it’s inevitable just relax and enjoy it”–thereby costing him the women’s vote,

 (he forgot about the 19th Amendment),

allowing Ann to overcome a 20-point, come-from-behind deficit in the polls. She was elected governor in 1990.

In the interim, the governorship was occupied by men, bless them, of all stripes and abilities. Alcohol and corruption were part of the mix. One governor, W. Lee “Pass the biscuits, Pappy” O’Daniel, was a hillbilly flour salesman. Another, George T. Woods, refused to wear socks. During The Unpleasantness with the Northern Neighbors,

you know, the Civil War,

Pendleton Murrah fled to Mexico before completing his term. Edmund Davis, who narrowly escaped hanging by Confederates, became the first GOP governor of Reconstruction Texas in 1869. He lost his re-election bid in 1873, barricaded himself in his office, and called for backup from the United States president, Ulysses S. Grant. In one of his more sanguine decisions, Grant wisely said no and Davis gave up. 

This is where the origin of the phrase, “Some matters are best left to states” came from.

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Don’t Cry This at Home

Rebecca Rather: Big Hair Tart.

Every winter, I ogle and Google cookbooks and online recipes to refresh my take on Authentic Texas Girls cuisine. My pull-out-the-stops holiday dinner always includes a Dotty Griffith country-chic menu, big-hair tarts from Pastry Queen Rebecca Rather, and my very own version of Chicken Enchiladas. This creation, filled with shredded chicken, mushrooms, condensed cream of mushroom and tomato soup, corn tortillas, Tex-Mex spices, and plenty of melted cheese, is a heavenly detour from all that turkey and ham.

 The meal is well received; happy faces and clean plates surround the table. After the guests leave and we finish washing dishes, I wander off toward the bedroom, content from imbibing a set-you-back, handmade margarita on the rocks. Putting boots, jeans and velvet shirt safely away, I pull on pj’s and a t-shirt and pad barefoot into the bathroom to remove my makeup. Popping open my trusted Vaseline jar with the blue lid (the preferred beauty secret of country girls everywhere), I lazily run my finger through the gel and press a little glob of it into my eye, rubbing thoroughly to loosen my mascara.

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Holiday Cheer Leader

Do it, go to it, let’s fire up to win!

Do it, go to it (clap clap), do it again!

 Yes, darlins, I was a high school cheerleader. Our Wildcats were Texas-proud, State Class B football champions. It was really hot stuff in our small town to be on the cheer squad, baton twirl, band or football team. We had 153 students in our high school (33 in my senior class), so participation in ‘extra-curricular’ was pretty much assured. Not that we didn’t earn our cred. We practiced all the time, because there wasn’t much else to do.

 On Friday nights, everyone came to the game. The whole town of Bittie Spring (population 1130) showed up. It was grand. Parents and friends filled the bleachers. Attendance was de rigueur (that’s French for ‘expected or in fashion’)1. No consolidated school districts for us, thank yew.  Our shrine to the Wildcats was a fine example of school bonds floated with the full faith and support of the citizens and financially backed by a strong tax base. The community possessed the unique circumstance of being a wet town in a dry county2. Even so, the city fathers believed in balance. We had an equal number of churches and liquor stores. And an equal number of patrons for both types of establishments. Once, our cows got out of the pasture and meandered onto the highway. The liquor store patrons put aside their brown bags and helped us herd our Herefords back into the pasture. Good times, good people.

 The cheerleaders were ambassadors for the community. We were asked to make local appearances at the used car dealership and at the grocery store during Friday penny-pincher specials. Our week in Dallas at SMU Cheerleading Camp was chronicled in our hometown paper, the BS Journal. But then, everyone was in the paper. You just went downtown to the newspaper office and submitted your ‘news’ to the editor. Placement was assured. We didn’t have any reporters on the beat. No need for that. We were all citizen journalists, reporting on current events. Said differently, it was easy enough to spot your neighbors doing whatever and let it be known around town. Crime was non-existent3, because someone was goin’ to see you doin’ sumthin’ and tell your momma.

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Chrome on the Range

Beginning with the eighteen-hundreds, and fast-forwarding from there, settlers arrived in Texas. In droves. And, they kept on comin’. Long wagon trains of folks where every day was a busted wagon wheel, a pack of coyotes or an attack by the First Americans riding really gorgeous horses (RGH). 

Today, we’ve still got reminders of that pioneer spirit.

Escalade: Still blazing trails on I-35

A caravan of Escalades on I-35. A flat tire on the way back from the Hill Country in the Ford Expedition. As for the coyotes, my neighbor Kara heard a definite howl over by her lot on the lake. She warned me not to walk late at night. And, there was that Chihuahua that went missing. It’s true that the only attack you’re likely to get now is heartburn from eating too much Tex-Mex at ________1, but a person still has to take chances and get out there. So, to those who say that big adventures can no longer be found here in The Lone Star State, I beg to differ. Just spend one day with me on Central Expressway. It’s not for the faint-hearted.

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Hi y’all! Ellie Fontaine here. I blog about Texas, in a mostly humorous way.