I made a fast trip to Texas a couple of weeks ago, hoping against all odds that I might see just one bluebonnet. No such luck. Way too early. I knew that but just hoped to see one. After all, my Austin correspondent had reported one blooming in that area.
Well, I did see bluebonnet plants…little teensy, shivering plants that were waiting on some sunshine. Welcome to the club! 🙂 But…according to an Austin’s KEYE Facebook page, they are now BLOOMING!. Which means I get to wait (again) till I can get back down there and pray they’re still blooming. Sigh.
There were fall rains to help the bluebonnets germinate and grow. There have been rains this spring to push them into hyper-action. But you/I must be patient.
So… I turned my camera to other places and subjects for this particular trip. Old buildings/ruins/restorations…to begin with, an old building that was just down the road from my parents home. One that I remember going to for garden vegetables but had completely forgotten about it! One that is completely hidden from the world. One that is next door to a mall. Really. Not kidding. It’s completely hidden by a virtual forest of mesquite trees and live oaks, not to mention prickly pear cactus. And probably snakes. Enough said.
A man named Trewis Elmer Pelts lived there pretty much all of his life. Research shows that he served in WWII, so it’s possible that’s the longest period that he was away from his childhood home. My mother remembered bits and pieces as we talked about him and his home and as I worked on researching his name on Ancestry, more and more came back to her…how he never married and took care of his parents until their deaths…how he faithfully served our church for years…how he grew the most amazing vegetables every year and how people would line up in their cars to get his world-famous sweet corn….how my grandmother, fresh out of chemo treatments in Houston, went with my mother to get some of that corn, at the break of day because if you didn’t get there early, it would be gone!! But, his most renowned crop may have been cabbage…lots and lots of cabbage. And he charged next to nothing for his produce. Literally.
I’m sure there are Brownwood residents who know much more about Mr. Pelts and his home…I’m actually hoping that some will read this and share because there seems to be many stories/legends/tales about the Pelts barn.
It’s made of stone and is said to have quite a colorful history before the Pelts’ made the place their home and I don’t remember ever noticing it. As a kid, I’m pretty sure that when we went there, I couldn’t wait to go home. Who cares about an old barn and house? Well, I do. Now.
Mother said there were rumors of Indian attacks and the barn was used as a makeshift fort, thus the narrow windows on the side of the barn. That’s the only story that she knew of and thought might have some validity?
Nevertheless, it’s an interesting barn.
Later, I visited another old fort. Details tomorrow. 🙂