Stormy Night – Growing Up in Dublin, Texas Every now and again we get some pretty nice Thunder Storms coming through north central Texas. Well one night it came a gully washer. In the pasture there was trail worn in the grass which stood about knee high, it lead from the beginning of the pasture […]

Stockyards and Hobos – Growing Up in Dublin, Texas In front of our house was a pasture, where my Father kept a couple of cows, and usually a few pigs. Next to the pasture was a stockyard used to keep the Rodeo stock prior to them being used in the Dublin Rodeo, and after the […]

Pasture Escape – Growing Up in Dublin, Texas Now we were all responsible for the care taking of the cows and making sure they would stay in their designated area, the pasture. Dad had two milk cows a brown one think we just called her Brownie and then a bluish gray and white one called […]

The Butter Churn – Growing Up in Dublin, Texas Every day I would have to stretch the water hose across the gravel road in front of our house and make sure the water trough for the cows was filled up with water. This was a must as they get hot and thirsty just like we […]

My Baptism, Lord Help Me – Growing Up in Dublin, Texas My Mom tried to get us kids to church and Sunday School, man I hated it I would have rather been playing outside rifing bikes, or down by the stockyards or trying to catch a crawfish with a piece of bacon on a string, […]

Ice ? in Dublin Texas – Growing Up in Dublin, Texas Alright I have to admit it does get cold in Dublin Texas from time to time. It happened while I was in the the first or second year. We would always walk to school as it was really only a couple of blocks away. […]

Invasion of Sandbox City – Growing Up in Dublin, Texas There on the corner of Thomas and East Harris St. / Harbin Road was a large mesquite tree and beneath the shade of the mesquite was Sand Box City. Dad had taken two, 2 X 6 boards and placed them to form a border facing […]

Tonsil Removal and Rebirth – Growing Up in Dublin, Texas I do not remember being sick and in the hospital at all except for when I had my Tonsils taken out. It was around Christmas Time when I was six or seven. I remember it was hard for me to swallow and when I did […]

Bikes and Kites – Growing Up in Dublin, Texas Emmet and Jimmy were two boys, who lived down the street from us, and my Brother Ralph and my buddies, when we were kids. We all had fix-em-up bikes, we all wore cutoffs and hand me down clothes. Our bikes were nothing fancy, just the frame, […]

No one but a Texan – About Growing Up in Dublin, Texas No one but a Texan can truly understand what it means to grow up in Texas. Of all the States in the United States there are three, maybe four that people outside the United States think of and two, maybe three that don’t […]