Collegeport Articles

 

December, 1932
 


Collegeport

 

Thanksgiving week has just passed and now we must get ready for the Yuletide.

 

We are having a church bazaar at the community house this Thursday to help out on Christmas trees, etc.

 

Among those who attended Thanksgiving or harvest home dinner at the depot at Citrus Grove were several old neighbors who always return on that day from other places where they have moved from here. We always love to get together with them on that day to renew old times together.

 

Those present from other places than our community were Mr. and Mrs. Will Batchelder and family from Palacios; Reverend Pain from the Methodist Church of Palacios, who gave us an address; Mrs. Della Braden and Will Shuey from Blessing; Mitchell Peltier and Jack Bonner from West Columbia; Dr. and Mrs. Fossett of Houston and their two sons and Mr. and Mrs. Longuet of El Maton.

 

Besides about 65 of our own community which includes Citrus Grove, Ashby, Simpsonville and Collegeport, all had a good visit and fine dinner.

 

Our next community dinner will be held at Collegeport on New Year's. All come to that at the community house. Will announce what day exactly in next news as New Year's family have moved back to Collegeport living on Main Street in McCune's home.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Brack English have also moved back with them.

 

Miss Anna Dale English is here with them at present but expects to return to Houston where her sister Patty English Epperson lives.

 

Mrs. Spence, mother of Mrs. L. E. Liggett is at Mrs. Liggett's on a short visit. We understand that Mrs. Spence isnít very strong therefore will not get about much while here.

 

Mr. and Mrs. John Merck have moved from the Van Ness house to the Wilkinson house near Jenkins.

 

Mr. Manford Foster had an operation last week for appendicitis. He is doing nicely.

 

Miss Flossie Prunty is absent on a visit at Wharton with Mary Conover who works there.

 

Reverend Wiley from Houston will be with us for the morning and evening services next Sunday. Everybody come.

 

Christian Endeavor topic is "How Can We Make Christian Unity." The leader for Sunday evening Endeavor is R. K. Thompson.

 

The Christian Endeavorers are planning a white gift offering for next Sunday evening.

 

Mrs. Brimberry celebrated Thanksgiving day with a very severe toothache. Had to go to the dentist and have it pulled.

 

Raymond Hunt spent the week-end with his grandfather, Will Corporon at Citrus Grove, hunting.

 

Mitchell Peltier and Jack Bonner spent Thanksgiving night with Percy Corporon.

 

Milford Liggett has whooping cough pretty bad. Mrs. Liggett has been unable to attend various social activities on account of the whooping cough in her home. You boys better begin practicing the square dances for the Girl Reserves are practicing up for an old-fashioned barn dance. They intend to give in the future.

 

Matagorda County Tribune, December 1, 1932 
 


THOUGHTS ABOUT LIVING IN THE PAST

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

The other day I received a letter from a dame up north who wrote some nasty things condemning me for calling friend wife the miserable wretch. The writer does not understand, so I am explaining the matter. Friend wife is a perch crowder and her name is Louise which is Italian and means "do as I say."

 

The other day I, in a most loving ways said: "Darling have I ever told a lie?" and she replied "only several times." There is no reason why this woman should doubt me, or ever fail to give me trust. With this explanation, how can any reasonable person object when I call her the miserable wretch?

 

Monday the Markham fellers came down the "nine foot sidewalk" and stopped at Collegeport, no doubt because it was the end of the road. There being no viaduct, so they might cross the bay, they decided to stay here and play the Collegeport Bear Cats and at last they started home carrying their tails behind 'em with a score of 9 to 11 favor local team.

 

This living at the end of the road is getting to be a helluva nuisance.

 

Mr. Fred Goff criticizes the Texas ballot, because the names of electors appeared thereon. He claims that he never has voted for electors, but that up north they vote for president direct. Maybe they do but not in the last 150 years.

 

Mrs. Patricia Martyn here Monday making "curtsy calls" on the sick and gladly informed that they were on the gain.

 

Tuesday I was introduced to Richard Eugene Corporon, but he was so busy taking his evening meal that he gave me little attention. Guess I'll have to try again to form his acquaintance.

 

Frank King is securing some valuable data on the cattle industry of this district to be used in our protest against the abandonment of the branch line.

 

The thoughtful person has memories on Thanksgiving Day. The day is one to remember way back to the times when the Pilgrims fought against nature, against the red man foe, against tide and poverty and they won. Today? How different. A rich nation, abundance of food, shelter, clothing. Not well distributed perhaps, but the sufferers are so limited in number compared with our immense population that they are cared for. Let us then be thankful, that while we have an abundance, we have the great heart to share God's blessings with others less fortunate. It matters little if we have born losses during the year, if illness has been our share, if friends have failed us, this is the day when we should cast up the accounts and praise God for the blessings. We have our health, food, clothes, shelter, many friends left and these are the things that really count. It is wise, if today we decide that during the coming year we radiate joy, happiness, optimism, prosperity, goodwill, for then we will be contributors towards the general welfare of our community and nation. We will not only become better acquainted with our fellow men but they will begin to know us. It is not a day of gorging food. It is a day of praise and thanks. A day when hearts should overflow into the hearts and lives of others. Spend no time weeping over the past. Live this day and make it a mark at which to shoot for the next twelve months. Then it will be a true Thanksgiving day.

 

At Citrus Grove about one hundred and twenty-seven folk gathered for the twenty-third community dinner. The usual abundance in food was served and all had an enjoyable time. No depression manifested itself at that gathering. All who came were welcome and fed to repletion. Hats off to the devoted men and women who for all these years have carried on.

 

As for us Homecrofters we had the usual turkey with supreme dressing and all items that go with the King Bird of the day. Mr. Schubring and his daughter Esther came down for the day from Houston and the Crane family had a royal gathering, the principal guest being His Royal Highness, Richard Eugene Corporon and while he confined his diet to milk he cast longing eyes on the bounties displayed on the table. Never mind Eugene for next year you shall have the first joint in your hand.

 

Mrs. Helen Holsworth entertained the Ben Mowerys. Seth Corse, judge of the seventh judicial district, was filled with turk at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Duller at Blessing. The Burton Hurds traveled to the west side of the river to spend the day with Vernon, Emily and Bill.

 

Mrs. Cora B. loves to browse in literary fields. She enjoys good stuff and for that reason reads the Tribune, for she knows that once each week it will run some good thing. The other day she went afield and ran into the Houston Post and found that Jumelew had been Tampering With Trifles and written a poem called "Pretend." Cora B. thought she would also pretend and she also wrote a poem and sent the original manuscript to me which I shall preserve.

 

"The red roses may shatter

The flame--vine cease to wind--

The birds may forget their twitter--e'en may forget their song!

The years may be cruel--or the years maybe kind

As the deep sorrows come, and pass along.

We may forget the bitter, in remembering the sweet,

We may play we are flowers-birds, sunshine, rain

In a world of "Play-Like" that enchanted retreat!

But life's "Play-Like" would vanish we would know its pain

If, in that dreamland of pleasure

We might learn that a Friend

Were a phantom of "Make Believe"

In the world of "Pretend."

 

I have nominated Cora B. for membership in Hack's Posey Club.

 

Miss Leota Huff was hostess for a very fine party at the home of her grandparents Mr. and Mrs. Dickinson, Wednesday night. Mr. Dickinson desired that the young guests enjoy good music so he arranged for Victor's Victrola Orchestra. To this music especially with "My Mamma's in Town" they danced the time away. The guests were six girls and six boys and it was planned to be a depression party, the girls to wear cotton dresses and the boys overalls. But the boys nigged and came in their go to meetin' clothes. That left the poor girls arrayed in cotton but of course they wore silk hose, silk undies, step-ins and other dodads of female raiment. This depression sure has been a tough proposition for us girls. I think it just terrible that the girl guests were down to cotton. No one is to blame but President Hoover. Anyway it was a very fine special event and all enjoyed the hospitality of the Dickinson home.

 

O, joy, Mary Louise will be home December 24th for a ten-day vacation.

 

'Under the old willow tree

I'll be waiting for thee.

Come to me with light in your eyes

As blue as the bluest skies.

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry to me.

I am waiting under the willow tree."

--Fragments From Hack.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Arnold B. Franzen drove from Houston Saturday to spend the week-end with the Franzen family. That night about twenty young people assembled to give them welcome. Delicious refreshments were served and a delightful evening was spent. I have not seen the bride, but friend wife described her as a petite brunette, vivacious, cultured, beautiful and just as sweet as a lump o' honey. When I see her, I will satisfy myself about the honey business, for I always have liked honey.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 1, 1932

 


Collegeport

 

The time of year for moving has arrived it seems.

 

Mr. John Merck hadn't much more than got moved until a family from Arkansas moved into the Van Ness house. Their name is Miller. A Mr. Whitehead helped them move and is here at present also.

 

Mr. Stewart Savage is supposed to move into the home where Mr. Tom Thompson now lives while Mr. Thompson is expected to come to Bay City.

 

Miss Ruth Boeker returned home for a short visit Sunday. She helps in the Boeker store at Palacios.

 

Mr. Will Corporon of Citrus Grove was in Collegeport visiting, Sunday.

 

Mrs. Emmit Chiles baby is sick with the whooping cough.

 

Flemming Chiles and family were visiting his parents last Thursday.

 

Mrs. John Heisey has gone to Houston for a two weeks visit with her son, Marrell and wife, they left last Tuesday.

 

Two or three car loads of young people of the Christian Endeavorers attended the Christian Endeavor convention of Matagorda County at Blessing, Monday night.

 

While the young people were having a bridge party at Franzen's last week in honor of Clifford and his new bride another bunch of young people gathered to cheviveri the new married couple and had to wait a long while until they were all to bed then the noise began. They all report a lovely good time after getting the household out of bed again.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Tom Hale of Wadsworth were visiting Mrs. Hale's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Fulcher last Sunday.

 

Manford Foster is back again from the hospital where he had an operation for appendicitis. Manford looks a little pale and doesn't walk quite as straight and upright as he used to.

 

Mr. Meyeres the railroad section boss died at Citrus Grove of leakage of the heart on Thursday.

 

Mr. A. G. Hunt and Mr. Ri_ Underwood have taken over the wood business from Mr. W. H. Gussie. Those wishing for wood see Mr. Hunt and Mr. Underwood at the blacksmith shop.

 

Miss Flossie Prunty has returned from her visit at Wharton.

 

Mrs. Rob, Mrs. Haines and Mr. Wylie and Mr. Rogers all from the Houston Presbytery were here to give us some very fine addresses last week.

 

Matagorda County Tribune, December 8, 1932 
 


THOUGHTS ABOUT THE MUSICAL DRIP

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

Tonight, this first day of December, we both long for the music of the waves washing the pilings of the viaduct over which we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, might cross to service at St. John's Chapel.

 

The E. A. McCune family have moved back to the old play ground and occupy the Smith bungalow on Central Street. Good to have Carmalete back again with her two fine boys. With them came Mr. and Mrs. Brack English and Annadell. The latter goes back to her sister, Miss Patsy, to finish a business education. Mary is a staid married woman. Only a few years ago the four English girls were kids going to school and playing about the town. It was yesterday that I saw Mae Dickinson on her way to school. A roly-poly cherub, vivacious, intelligent, mischief in her eyes and a cute pair of legs. Today I saw her a married woman with her sweet baby daughter. If the baby grows into as fascinating a girl as her mother was, she is destined to be some baby. Time certainly does fugit. The child of yesteryear is the woman of today. Sometime they all come back to Collegeport.

 

January first, 1910, the Collegeport community held the first New Year's Community Dinner. It has been an event each year since that time. Once because of very inclement weather, only two, S. W. Corse and H. A. Clapp, waded through the mud and braved the strong norther with its beating rain. But they met, ate heartily, smoked good cigars and kept the faith. The custom was unbroken. This year as the first comes on Sunday, the dinner will be held on Saturday, December 31 and all are invited to bring their baskets, feast on the bounties, mingle with old friends and help to make the 23rd community dinner another bright spot in the year. Each year we miss a face. This year we shall not see Minnie Corse at the table. Next year some other familiar figure will have passed beyond, but they all leave with those who remain, the determination to hold up the torch in remembrance.

 

The Manatee or Sea Cow is an aquatic, herbivorous mammal of the order of Sirenia or genus Trichechus. It is from eight to twelve feet in length, rather clumsy on land with a flat tail rounded on the ends and fore limbs flattened like paddles. The other day one appeared on this coast which was a rare thing. It climbed onto the bank and began grazing when a rifle barked and the world lost an animal that is almost extinct. I suppose the man who did this is rather proud of the act, for in his ignorance he knows not that he committed a crime against the animal kingdom. A harmless animal from a tribe with small numbers. Dead, a rotting carcass, feed for buzzards. A hide in possession of the hunter, of doubtful value. It is with horror I learn of such acts. Why do men and boys desire to murder any living thing that comes within range. This I am unable to understand. Had the animal been captured alive, it could have lived in a zoo and furnished interesting educational value for all who might see it.

 

Mr. A. R. Meyers, who has been in charge of the section work on the Collegeport branch for many years, died suddenly Thursday morning. Wednesday afternoon he went to Palacios to visit the doctor and returned feeling better. He passed away in his sleep, an easy passage from this life to the other. God was good to him. Interment in the Collegeport Cemetery with Rev. Robert Payne of the Palacios Methodist Church reading the burial service.

 

Friday, the W. H. Miller family arrived from Moro, Ark. and moved into the Van Ness house. We give this family welcome and hope that their life here will be enjoyable and that soon they will become identified with the social and business activities of the community.

 

Quite a number of our women attended the meeting of the County Federation of Women's Clubs held at Wadsworth Saturday. Thursday the Woman's Union held their bazaar in the community house. Macauley says a bazaar is a "fair for the sale of fancy ware, toys, etc. commonly for a charitable object." A very definite, definition, for that is what it was. Hundreds of articles were for sale and generously purchased. The stunts were in charge of Mrs. Burton D. Hurd and among them were fish ponds, where one might buy bait and fish to heart's content always assured of a bite. Many fine fish were caught, for the bait was so alluring and enticing that it was not at all difficult to wheedle the fish into a biting mood. Oysters in any form were served, so the advertisement read, but it appears that any form meant raw, stewed or fried. Made me think of the waitress who asked the hotel guest "how'll you have your eggs?" He replied, "scrambled if you please" and she told him "you'll have 'em fried." Well, anyway, the oysters were there with plenty of pie and swell coffee and so those fortunate enough to be present were fed to repletion, had an opportunity to take away fine Christmas supplies and the Union's exchequer was enriched. This has been an annual event for many years.

 

The other day we slaughtered a young steer on the sabbath day, being the seventh day of the week. Canned it on Sunday the first day of the week and now have on our shelves about two hundred pounds of roast, steak, chili, liver, soup stock and all of it may be eaten by Jew or Gentile for the animal had cloven feet and chewed the cud. Leviticus 11:3. Being canned on the first day of the week it has an extra delicious flavor.

 

Col. Tom Fulcher is mourning over a lost tom turkey and has visions of no turk on Christmas Day.

 

"A fellow named Col. Tom Fulcher,

Had a Tom Turkey of very rare culture,

But this old bird had plenty of sense,

And broke through his nice little fence,

And insists on staying away

To this very, very day

So on Christmas day Col. Tom Fulcher

Will have to be content with roast vulture."

--Fragments From Hack.

 

If not already eaten by some hungry feller a return to Col. Tom Fulcher and receive suitable reward.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 8, 1932

 


THOUGHTS ABOUT BUYING U. S. A.

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

About two weeks ago the Woman's Union gave their annual bazaar. Mrs. Burton D. Hurd was in charge of the program. She wanted to obtain a supply of fish for the fish ponds and so sent to San Antonio for some small articles to use as fish. In due time, they arrived. I saw them and examined them.

 

Six small dolls made in Japan. Two dolls made in Germany. A set of knives and forks for a child's table made in Czechoslovakia. Jack stones made in England and other articles not one of which was made in the U. S. A.

 

The thought came to me that our country was flooded with such articles made by foreign and cheap labor and their sale in this country displaced hundreds of our workmen and tended, if continued to lower our plan of living.

 

Here in Collegeport, we ask people to buy at home. Bay City in turn wants everybody to buy in Bay City. St. Louise, Chicago, New York ask that we all buy there. Now comes Governor Sterling with a proclamation calling upon Texas to buy Texas made goods.

 

The other day I met Dean Merck at Collegeport's palatian pharmacy and cold drink dispensary and feeling rather jocular said, "Dean, I hear that you are a married man." He drew about three whiffs on his cigar and replied, "I killed four Canadian geese this morning that weighed forty pounds." Don't know why he ignored my question except that he was under the influence of the narcotic supplied by the cigar or maybe on second thought he considered it no business of mine. If he is not married, he will be some day and then he will have to hunt more geese.

 

For many years the Collegeport Woman's Club have in December held a Christmas party. This year it was held at the home of Mrs. Helen Holsworth with an attendance of about thirty. Mrs. Burton D. Hurd had charge of the program, the various members producing interest and mirth. One was a series of questions, for example, where are most sheep raised, where are America's only diamond fields, where is the lead center, where are most automobiles made? When answers were all in, it was found that my miserable wretch had answered fourteen out of twenty and she was awarded the first prize, a big jar of orange marmalade and so with Shakespeare, she sang, "I never wrestled for prize more." Mrs. Helen Holsworth secured the booby prize, a tiny jar of marmalade and with Dryden she sang her song, "I fought and conquered, yet have lost the prize."

 

Madam Nelson gave a funny skit "The Modern Mary," intended to show the difference between Mary, the mother of Jesus and the modern flapper. Mrs. Roy Nelson recited a Christmas verse and Marie Nestor recited a Christmas story that was pronounced very cute. Miss Bell led the Girl Reserves in a pantomime that was beautiful and interesting and the girls initiated three new members with their ritual. Mrs. Hurd delivered a Christmas poem in her usual fine style. Other members gave selected readings and the two who answered "present" when roll was called were punished by being compelled to be blindfolded and made to feed each other, when refreshments were served. Delicious refreshments were served by the hostess consisting of chicken salad, hot Parker House rolls, jelly and coffee. It was an afternoon of wholesome fun, but it had an educational value of worth. Among the guests was Miss Cary Miller, a recent arrival from Arkansas.

 

People of this community were shocked when they learned of the death of Bert English who at one time farmed rice in this section. His brother, Mr. Brack English, and his family including Mrs. A. E. McCune attended the funeral which was held in Houston.

 

Well it looks to a man sitting on the top most branches of a tree, where one may have a good look at the situation as though we must give up hopes of a viaduct for at least two years. This means that we must redouble our efforts to prevent the abandonment of our railroad for then we will be left at the end of our "nine foot sidewalk" instead of being at the end of a railroad and a "nine foot sidewalk." We now sit at the end of two transportation agencies, but with the rails torn up we will shrink to one. But the worst part of the strange deal is that we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, will be obliged to wait two years at least before we may walk to service at St. John's Chapel. It is a sad thing to contemplate.

 

You all know who Benjamin Franklin was. Well one time he wrote what he considered a wise thing. He wrote "Only two things in this life are certain--death and taxes." But the helluvit is that the taxpayer feels that Ben changed the order of the program. It would be so comfortable the other way.

 

Two men hunting quail on our farm shot away one dollars worth of shells and got four quail. Men criticize women for their extravagance, but no woman wastes a dollar's worth of shells for one skinny rabbit.

 

This week Gus Franzen is canning a big beef, so he may keep the wolf from his door this winter. He cans on the second day of the week and hence the product will not be quite as delicious as if canned on the first day of the week. He brought us a liberal supply of hamburger, with which we are feasting royally and gratifying our tummies and incidentally keeping the wolf from gnawing a hole in our back door. If we had a few more neighbors like Gus, we would not give a tinkers dang for old man depression.

 

" 'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale;

'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale:

A Christmas gambol oft would cheer

The poor man's heart through half the year."

--Sir Walter Scott

 

The spirit of Jesus is beginning to flood our community and Christmas cheer is coming into our hearts. December 25 is the day of rejoicing. Rejoicing and remembering the birth of a little babe. Born in a manger. Revolutionized the thought of the world. Isn't that a wonderful work for a baby to do? When we open our gifts on Christmas day, let us give thought to that baby boy and his sweet gentle mother.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 15, 1932

 


THOUGHTS ABOUT CHRISTMAS

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

Sunday was an inclement day but it did not keep callers away. Mr. and Mrs. Willbank were out hunting for a Christmas goose and stopping here, we had a most delightful visit with these fine folk. I hope they found their geeses and that they will add to their Christmas joys.

 

Mr. E. M. Hill is visiting the family here of his daughter, Mrs. Harry Lewis Eisel, Sr. Mr. Hill lives in Marshall and for many years has traveled the South in his business of selling goods. A remarkable man, full of pep, and interesting man to talk with, as he is well read and has enjoyed a pleasant and profitable life.

 

Sunday night came Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse and her son, Henry. We drew on our store of canned meats and satisfied their hunger with a new delicacy we concocted. After all we had a very pleasant Sunday even if we did not can meat.

 

Seth Corse is our justice of the peace and his duties charge him with keeping a register of all births and deaths in his precinct and transmitting them to the state board of health. Recently he received an extensive brief from the state board urging him to be active in his work. The statement informed the reader that the combined reports from all the states were circulated all over the world and that in the reports made last year, every state was named Texas. This, largely due to the lack of interest in those charged by law with the duty of registration. We are queer folk. We are very sure to register a hog or a cow or a chicken, but we appear to have small interest in the registration of our children. Of course on giving the subject serious thought a hog is of much more value than a child.

 

The other day a letter from my sister Lucy from northern Indiana, just south of the north pole, asked how we, down here in the tropical zone, were getting along. Making reply, I informed her that we were much like the Negro who happily sang "A've got a shelter, some food, some clothes an' some spending change." What more does any person have? What more does any person want? We buy what we pay for and--we are content. The greatest thing in this life is to be content--to be happy. We are happy, living at the end of the road until the viaduct is built and then we, meaning I and the miserable wretch, will walk to service at St. John's Chapel.

 

Our ubiquitous postmaster, ever alert to the pleasures and necessities of his patrons, has placed on sale a novelty for the Christmas tide. It is a very fine steel engraved portrait of William Penn and by purchasing a large quantity, he is able to price them to our people at a figure that will enable any of us to have one. As a wall adornment placed on a mat and narrow frame it will be an interesting historical ornament. William Penn as we all know, was the fellow who established a business in Hoboken before the prohibition act was authorized. Maybe I am wrong about the location, but it certainly was a big business.

 

A customer paid his grocery bill the other day. It amounted to one cent and the merchant was so delighted to make the collection that he gave the payer a two for a nickel cigar. The man on arrival home told his wife and she blew up and said: "I paid that man a fifty cent bill the other day and he ever offered me a one day sucker." "Isn't wimmen queer critters."

 

The railroads announce a holiday rate of sixty per cent of the one way fare for the round trip. Under this rate, one may travel to Bay City and return for sixty cents. Why not patronize the E. L. Hall special and save money. Every man knows that the cost of running an auto to Bay City and return is about $3.60. Depreciation, upkeep, gas, lube and tires are like interest, they work day and night.

 

For eight days the temperature has hung around the 32 mark with a strong norther and the air full of moisture. Nasty weather for us folk and I feel sorry for the fellow who has no miserable wretch for a foot warmer these chilly nights.

 

A chilly day. A brisk norther. Air filled with mist. And yet came a snow bird in gorgeous plumage. Plumage? A suit of thin pajama and not another rag, not even sox. Pajamas so transparent that one might see the vaccination mark on the little bird's left leg. Along flits the red bird, fully clothed, shoes, hose, dress, maybe undies but of that one could not observe, but a good heavy coat buttoned to the top. Quite a contrast but the snow bird no doubt is used to cold weather, while the red bird is a tropical flyer and must have protection from chilling blasts.

 

The King's Daughters met this week with Mrs. Anna Crane, but because of weather conditions, only fourteen were present. The usual bounties were served and the religious program observed. Mrs. Patricia Martyn, county health nurse, was present and presented a program for giving our doctors some aid. She asks that the women of all clubs assemble old linens, soft clothes and make them into pads, bandages, so that in the many emergency cases of confinement and infant cases, the doctor may be easily and quickly supplied with these necessities. Our doctors give much of their time and skill without thought of a fee, but they find in the homes where they are called a dearth of material for their use. Mrs. Martyn hopes to interest all the women of the county in this work. It is a good work which will be appreciated by the doctor as well as the patient. Mrs. Martyn spends much of her time visiting the ill especially young babies and their mothers as an assistant to the doctor in each case. A worthy work that expects the co-operation of our women.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, December 22, 1932

 


THOUGHTS ABOUT 1933

By Harry Austin Clapp

 

[Local information taken from longer article.]

 

"Old year, you must not die;

You came to us so readily.

You lived with us so steadily,

Old year, you shall die.

Old year, you must not go;

So long as you have been with us.

Such joy as you have seen with us,

Old year, you shall not go."

--Tennyson.

 

And so as the bells toll the midnight hour, we, meaning I and the miserable wretch and Mary Louise, send wishes for a happy year and a generous store of God's blessings.

 

Homecroft has been a house of silence the last few days for the miserable wretch lost her voice and so we use signs. The other day she held up two fingers and as that was the old-time signal to the bartender for two beers, I hunted all over town for a brewery, but found all crocks were empty because of the cold weather. When I returned, I found that all she wanted was two cookies. I just must work up a new set of signals.

 

Burton D. Hurd is planning to erect a five room bungalow on the lots once occupied by the Heck home, on the bay shore. The house will be a God send to our carpenters, who are just honing for work. Glad to see Vernon and family back. Fine young people.

 

Temperature touched 72 Wednesday, so the air is balmy once more.

 

Santa Claus busted into our home Tuesday night with a big cedar Christmas tree. Did not recognize him at first for he had shaved off his whiskers and the round belly that used to quiver like a bowl of jelly had disappeared. He gave me the usual lodge sign and it brought recognition.

 

Went over to the "quarters" the other day and bought a few necessities from Vern and Mary Ellen and it sure is a pleasant place to trade in for they are very courteous and prices are just right, thank you.

 

One time the late Thomas Marshall said, "all this country needs is a good five cent cigar." We have them now at five cents and two for five and the latter may be purchased at Collegeport's Palacios Pharmacy, but if one hangs around a little time, Hugo will give them away in bunches of ten so anxious is he to close out his stock of twofers. I had some and they are not so snooty as one might expect. With such necessities as cigars at two for five and beer at five cents the stein, things ought to slip back into the normal we enjoyed before the war.

 

Saturday, Dec. 31 is the last day of the year and on that day will be held the annual New Year's Community dinner. It will be held, no matter what the weather, for certain folk will be there and enjoy a bounteous repast, smoke some twofers and exchange chatter. Better bring your sack of digestibles and keep the day by holding by holding up the torch of remembrance. Fine time for Monty to bring his fine family down to the town at the end of the road. The entire county court should be present and see for an hour, what it means to live at the end of the road. I want them to know what it means to look across a short span of water at Palacios, a mile distant, and realize that to reach it they must drive 32.6 miles.

 

A Kansas woman reader writes me a Christmas letter and says, "I think it would have been most enjoyable to have attended the Christmas party you wrote up in the Tribune. The community does splendid things. But what has happened to cause you to say that the viaduct is two years in the distance? I have been feeling so sure that progress was nearer than just around the corner."

 

Mr. Seth W. Corse entertained Captain Hill and Harry Lewis Eisel, Sr., at dinner Thursday. The central piece of the menu was a "Duke's Mixture" which Captain Hill described as juicy, palatable, nourishing, tempting and bringing credit to the culinary skill of the host.

 

From Beaumont comes this greeting: "Just want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and tell Mr. Clapp how very much we enjoy Thoughts in the Tribune every week. We have been away from Matagorda County five years, but have not forgotten all of our old friends. Have been back every year, but only to Collegeport one time. We like Beaumont very much, but must be honest, we like Matagorda County better." The reader failed to send address so she must accept this as our remembrance instead of a Christmas card. A merry time for you good old friends is our wish. Santa Claus was good to me and brought me many gifts, but one I prize above them all. A good friend brought me some sweet potatoes saying, "this is all I have to give but I give it in remembrance of the day and because I love you."

 

"And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites which make a farthing. For all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her living."

 

All right Charley, I received the box and wit it them. Just my special brand and as I look at the rings of smoke rising in the quiet Homecroft air, I see in them the fine face of an old time Southern gentleman. I have promised my two votes to you for eight more terms, after which I shall expect you to slip off the political porch and give me a chance at the pie counter. Thank you good readers for all your kind thoughts.

 

We had a Merry Christmas for Mary Louise came home Saturday for a ten day vacation which was our grandest and most enjoyable Christmas gift. Bright eyes, glowing face, strong body, gentle soul, loyal loving heart and so we are a happy bunch of Homecrofters.

 

Saturday night, at the community house, more than two hundred fold assembled to receive gifts from the big Christmas tree and listen to a program arranged by the school pupils. I am not throwing a bouquet when I record that the reading of the scriptures telling the story of the birth of Jesus and the opening prayer by William Schubring, was the best thing on the program. Followed recitations, skits, musical numbers, and a phantasmal tableau illustrating the Christmas lights. It was a finished production and reflected credit on those who produced it.

 

Clifford Franzen took his old role of Santa Claus much to the delight of the kiddies and the consternation of a few of the little ones. And now as the midnight bell announces the end of the year and the birth of a new to you Franklin Roosevelt, to you Mrs. Ferguson, to you the county court and the other county officials, I send greetings and hopes that you will be able to redeem your promises, that your acts will be wise and for the benefit of the people.

 

The Matagorda County Tribune, Thursday, December 29, 1932

 


Collegeport

 

The Christmas program at the Community House last Saturday night was very good and a large crowd attended. The house was packed.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Selander and son, Oscar of Houston, came to celebrate Christmas with the Selander's niece, Mrs. Percy Corporon. Mr. Bob Doss_er of Houston accompanied them. They attended the Corporon family reunion at Ira Corporon's on Christmas day, returning back to Houston last Monday.

 

Gertrude Hunt who works in Houston came home on a visit for Christmas. She returned to Houston with the Selanders Monday.

 

Mary Louise Clapp visited homefolks during the holiday.

 

Oscar and Ora Chapin were in Collegeport over Christmas returning to San Antonio last Monday.

 

Clifford Franzen from Houston, visited homefolks for Christmas.

 

Mr. La Marr gave a dance Monday night to the young people of Collegeport.

 

A nice sized crowd gathered at the Eisel's for a frolic Monday night.

 

The young people gathered at Hunt's for a frolic Tuesday night.

 

We are all glad the weather cleared up so that Christmas holidays could be so beautiful.

 

The Christian Endeavor topic for next Sunday is "Is the World Growing Better or Worse?" Clarence Prunty is the leader.

 

Mr. Wylie from Houston will be here next Sunday to preach to us in the morning and at night. Everybody come.

 

There will be a Community New Year dinner at the Community House next Saturday at noon. All come and bring your baskets.

 

Mr. Shubring from Houston visited his sister, Mrs. Crane, Christmas. He and his sister took Christmas dinner with Carricks. Mr. Shubring gave us a nice message at the church both Sunday morning and Sunday evening.

 

Matagorda County Tribune, December 29, 1932
 

 

 

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