Before Texas Changed
A Fort Worth Boyhood
Publication Year: 2006
Published by: TCU Press
Fathers aren’t supposed to die. At least not mine. But there he was, lying peacefully in a casket, this man who, through many ups and downs and changes of life, had been my father. His hands, touching at the fingertips, looked a lot like mine. So did his face, that face I had seen in so many expressions and from ...
Although we had left East Texas, my parents continued to take Jim and me on frequent visits back that way, especially to Grandma and Grandpa Murph's house in Gladewater. Years earlier, one of my grandmother’s younger sisters had died giving birth to a daughter. The little girl, named Carol, was taken in by my ...
As season followed season, my classmates and I were growing and changing in irregular, varied ways. Once every year we gathered on the west steps of the school, outside the auditorium, to have our picture made. A look at those pictures shows us shooting up at different ...
Despite some of these extracurricular problems, I was actually doing fairly well in school and was even encouraged to enter the spelling bee competition. This was no great honor. Most students were given the same encouragement but, nevertheless, I did try. I studied ...
Something about our family seemed small and self-contained. I knew other people with aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents who were a regular part of their lives. Not so with us. Oh, I had other family members, but our lives rarely seemed to touch. My ...
There must be some growing-up rituals that happen almost simultaneously—like smoking and dancing. Around the time I was hiding cigarettes, my mother thought it was a good idea for me to learn to dance. Several other mothers were thinking the same thing ...
While my friends and I were smoking, dancing, following our sports heroes, grabbing our ankles, and dusting erasers, the Cold War between the Soviet Union and the West was dominating the news—especially atomic weapons. One of the benefits of this otherwise ...
A number of subjects were never discussed in our home, because we pretended they did not exist. For instance, no one ever farted at our house. On rare occasions someone might “break wind,” but even those words were not spoken unless the reality was so ...
Despite my father’s penchant for work and a busy schedule, he loved orchestrating and taking summer vacations. For him, these were a must. Long before summer he and my mother decided where we were going and began planning. We often wound up in the same ...
“Come with me, David.” “What’s wrong?” I asked him. “What’s happened?” “Just come on,” he said. “I need to take you home.” It was three days after Christmas, late in the afternoon. Mr. Bourland had come to get me with news which would change not only that day but many to come. ...
In addition to sports, music was also becoming a big part of my days. Though still unable to play anything, I was an avid listener. Music was a constant. The record store was next door to Ernie’s and had almost as much business. Its windows were covered with posters ...
Much around me might have been changing, but the one constant seemed to be trouble. It made an easy transition from one school to the next. For reasons still unclear, Murchison and I were not content with ordinary, run-of-the-mill activities. We were forever ...
Summer was only a few days old when Charlie, glad to be out of school and wanting to share his exuberance, borrowed his mother’s Ford and picked upMurchison and me for a ride around our part of town. We had the windows down, the radio blaring, and were ...
The small town of Benbrook, on the southwest edge of Fort Worth, was the namesake of the lake and dam created to prevent another flood like the 1949 disaster. In its fieldsMurchison and I had camped and killed a box full of field mice. Benbrook also boasted a ...
One of the most repeated messages about life’s journey has to do with young people believing they are immortal. Maybe it is repeated so often because there is so much truth to it. I was living from one event to the next. My friends and I rarely spoke of death ...
That fall, while I was backfiring my way around Fort Worth, John Kennedy and Richard Nixon were campaigning their way around the nation. My parents supported Nixon. They had never been highly political, but they liked Eisenhower, thought he was ...
Page Count: 283
Publication Year: 2006
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