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2013 is gone and I’m looking back.  I had brunch for my good neighbors Ron and Suzy Hayes on New Year’s Eve morning. You just can’t beat good neighbors who help me consistently with any and everything should I need it.

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And, family members, Bill and Karen came along with neighbor Patty Gulyas. It was fun and I didn’t get around to blogging it, so I’m looking back.

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I celebrated New Year’s Eve at neighbor Jan’s. Veronica blows a horn and hoists a glass.

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Mikey had to stay in the house during the party because we had a lion scare. It was seen wandering behind my house and it is easy to follow if you stick your head out the window and listen to the pattern of barking dogs in the neighborhood. Karen locked her cats inside for the night.

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Atilla and Patty did the same with their dogs before coming over. Atilla brought a platter of homemade sausages. Some pork, some venison. The food in this neighborhood is always good even if my pictures are lousy. Using a flash would have helped. I never turn it on. Not too bright. (Pun intended.)

Today, I’m interviewing a former Deputy Sheriff Becky Miller for the Archive. And I keep playing with the idea that I can STILL send Christmas cards. Who am I kidding? I need to get back to the motor home so I can rest. Sometimes life is just too busy.  Friends and family?  I never say no, one reason I return home every couple of months. The best things in life, as we all know.



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While moseying around Texas Hill Country, we bumped into President Lyndon Johnson’s Texas home. It was just a sign on the road so we pulled in and visited. No pictures were allowed inside, but outside was a hoot. In fact it was raining the day we were there and rain was kind of a significant factor at the Johnson Ranch. He had built a concrete swale across a  creek to get from his ranch to the main road. During wet weather the swale could be a couple feet under water but did not impede the flow of the creek. During dry weather it was just a dip in the road. 

We were there in late January, and water was flowing across the swale but we were not allowed to drive across it as the Johnson family did. When the government acquired the property for a Historical Park and Monument, they built another road to the house. In Johnson’s garage with several of the family vehicles were pictures of Johnson driving across the swale

Here Ladybird holds tight to her hat.
And here, Johnson scares the living daylights out of  newspaper reporters, supposedly one of his favorite sports, according to the docents.
The park property also includes a neighboring homestead. No electricity there. It is run by the docents in the same way most Hill Country Texans lived, including the Johnson family at one time. A windmill pumped water. Wood stoves were used for cooking and the buildings were logs. Here are young piglets and chickens.
In hot Texas summers, Hill Country folks made use of outdoor kitchens for canning and washing clothes.
Docents make sausages, headcheese and bake bread on a wood stove.

They preserve fruits and make jellies as in the old days. All without benefit of modern appliances. Its an interesting place to visit. But, I’m glad I have a grocery store down at the corner.

LBJ’s country school house has been moved to the site. He and Ladybird are buried here, as well. Their house inside is quite unpretentious. True Texans, down home kind of people. They lived quite simply.
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