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Friday, February 14, 2014

Historical Goliad..I never tire of it!

  The history here makes is very difficult to be light hearted in this blog. Goliad State Park is the site of the Mission of Nuestra Señora del Espíritu Santo de Zuñiga, reconstructed by the Civil ian Conservation Corps (CCC) in the 1930s. We are camped a couple hundred yards from this mission…Here are a few photos of the mission..

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This mission was originally at Matagorda Bay, adjacent to the Presidio La Bahia (which is now here in Goliad also….more about that later).  Both the Mission and the Presidio were relocated to opposite banks of the San Antonio River to protect a major Spanish trade route. The chapel and grounds of the mission became the center of ranching.  Unfortunately, the mission also became the downfall of the Native American’s way of life. In return for food, shelter and the protection from more aggressive tribes, they agreed to live at the mission and receive instruction in the Roman Catholic faith.  This ended in the eventual destruction of their traditional tribal structure.  During the American Revolution, the mission vaqueros herded thousands of cattle to Louisiana in support of the American struggle for Independence.

In 1830, with declining Native populations, the mission was forced to close.  By 1931 the new Texas State Park system acquired this site, where neglect and use of the stone for other construction left the buildings in ruins. Crews of the Civilian  Conservation Corps worked to restore the Mission from 1935 until 1941, and during the 1970’s, Texas Parks and Wildlife Department rehabilitated the chapel.  When you camp here, you have free access to the Mission and can walk the grounds.  There is a museum here, but it is temporarily closed for renovations. Den and I have been here 3 times before now, and we never tire of this wonderful historic place.

Now, we will talk of the Presidio La Bahia, which you can reach on paths from our campground under the bridge and across the river from the Mission. 

In the fall of 1749, the presidio and mission were moved to its present location from Mission Valley (northwest of present day Victoria, TX).

The chapel of Our Lady of Loreto was included in the current structure to serve the religious needs of the soldiers stationed there. The chapel was erected in the quadrangle for the sole use of the soldiers and Spanish settlers living in the town of La Bahia surrounding the fort.  Here are a few photos of the Presidio La Bahia…

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Left is the entry to the Chapel Of Our Lady Of  Loreto at the Presidio…Middle is the sanctuary of that chapel (they still hold services there), right is looking from inside the stone wall toward the Presidio chapel….And now, buckle up…it’s yet another step back in history (my favorite thing to do!)

“Santa Anna sent General José Urrea marching into Texas from Matamoros, to make his way north along the coast of Texas. On March 19, General Urrea had quickly advanced and surrounded 300 men in the Texian Army on the open prairie, near La Bahia (Goliad). A two day Battle of Coleto ensued with the Texians holding their own on the first day. However, the Mexicans would receive overwhelming reinforcements and heavy artillery. In this critical predicament, Colonel James Fannin and his staff had voted to surrender the Texian forces on the 20th. Led to believe that they would be released into the United States, they returned to their former fort in Goliad, now their prison.

The Mexicans took the Texians back to Goliad, where they were held as prisoners at Fort Defiance (Presidio La Bahia). The Texans thought they would likely be set free in a few weeks. General Urrea departed Goliad, leaving command to Colonel José Nicolás de la Portilla. Urrea wrote to Santa Anna to ask for clemency for the Texians. Under a decree passed by the Mexican Congress on December 30 of the previous year, armed foreigners taken in combat were to be treated as pirates and executed. Urrea wrote in his diary that he "...wished to elude these orders as far as possible without compromising my personal responsibility." Santa Anna responded to this entreaty by repeatedly ordering Urrea to comply with the law and execute the prisoners. He also had a similar order sent directly to the "Officer Commanding the Post of Goliad". This order was received by Portilla on March 26, who decided it was his duty to comply despite receiving a countermanding order from Urrea later that same day.

The next day, Palm Sunday, March 27, 1836, Colonel Portilla had the 303 Texians marched out of Fort Defiance into three columns on the Bexar Road, San Patricio Road, and the Victoria Road, between two rows of Mexican soldiers; they were shot point-blank, and any survivors were clubbed and knifed to death.

Forty Texians were unable to walk. Thirty nine were killed inside the fort.  Colonel Fannin was the last to be executed, after seeing his men executed. Age 32, he was taken by Mexican soldiers to the courtyard in front of the chapel, blindfolded, and seated in a chair (due to his leg wound from the battle). He made three requests: he asked for his personal possessions to be sent to his family, to be shot in his heart and not his face, and to be given a Christian burial. The soldiers took his belongings, shot him in the face, and burned Fannin's body along with the other Texians who died that day.”

OK, I know this is long, but I have one more pertinent point to make at just how tragic this was for the “Texian” soldiers and their families.

“After the executions, the Texians' bodies were piled and burned. Their charred remains were left in the open, unburied, and exposed to vultures and coyotes. Nearly one month later, word reached La Bahia (Goliad) that General Lopez de Santa Anna had been defeated and surrendered. The Mexican soldiers at La Bahia returned to the funeral pyres and gathered up any visible remains of the Texians and re-burned any evidence of the bodies.

The massive number of Texian prisoner-of-war casualties throughout the Goliad Campaign led to Goliad being called a "Massacre" by Texas-American forces.  The site of the massacre is now topped by a large monument containing the names of the victims.”

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Left, is the monument. You will notice a carving at the very top.. This is the stone relief carving, showing the Goddess of Liberty lifting a fallen soldier in chains…very moving..This whole monument is actually a very large gravestone marking the many souls buried beneath it.  There are many other things historic about this town..I am going to include one of my famous infamous collages to rescue all of you from further abuse by making this one of my longest “teaching” blogs…

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This town is steeped in history, and the Goliad Massacre is still re-enacted here every late March. We have never been here for it, but I have it on my bucket list…The people in town surely know the chant “Remember Goliad!”..Den and I have visited the actual battlefield where Fannin’s Texian troops were overwhelmed by the Mexican Army and marched to the Presidio…That could be another whole blog…(did I just hear some of you do a deep sigh?)..

OK, I hope you did get some sense of how historic Goliad, Texas is…But…if you don’t care much for American History, you are now bored to tears…Sorry about that…no I’m not.  With apologies to my 2 favorite American History teachers,  Mr. Clark, and Professor Lehr, I just did my “student teaching” for today!

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Woot! Woot! Whoop! Whoop! Hoot! Hoot!

 

Just about the time I start whining that I haven’t seen any Whooping Cranes…I see them.  Yesterday, Den and I took a ride up by the Big Live Oak Tree about a mile from the park. My Blogger friend, Ingrid, had told me to go to the road the Big Tree was on and the Whoopers were usually in the field with the cows… (Ingrid is the lady with the beautiful curly hair sitting with me on our “butt seats” in the last blog)…We drove up that road yesterday, and sure enough, there they were!! So now, all of you will have to suffer a little information I dug up on these beautful Whoopers…Pay attention, class..I am NOT The Bird Lady of Blogland, but she does sometimes refer to me as a future bird nerd…and sometimes even “grasshopper”..

“Whooping cranes nearly vanished in the mid-20th century, with a 1941 count finding only 16 living birds. But since then, these endangered animals have taken a step back from the brink of extinction. Captive breeding programs have boosted their numbers, and successful reintroduction efforts have raised the number of wild birds to over 200, with roughly the same number living in captivity. These majestic white birds are the tallest in North America. They live in family groups and frequent marshes, shallow lakes, and lagoons. Cranes feed by foraging with their bills and gobbling up plants, shellfish, insects, fish, and frogs.”

“The whooping crane's primary natural breeding ground is Wood Buffalo National Park, in Canada's Northwest Territories and Alberta. Here the cranes perform elaborate running, leaping, wing-flapping dances to choose mates that they will keep for life.When summer ends, these migratory birds set out for the Gulf Coast of Texas, where they winter in the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge. Managers hope to establish a Wisconsin breeding population that will winter in Florida, where a small introduced population lives year-round on the Kissimmee Prairie.”

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Did I take more?? YOU BETCHA!  Today I went back on my bike (stocking cap, vest and gloves) and found that there were more there…AND…there were at least a dozen Sandhill Cranes in one corner of the same field the Whoopers were in…

02-09-20141As you can imagine, I was in Whooper Heaven after all this……To get these photos , I left my bike and walked up to the fence …

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There were other people there parked in their cars, hanging out the windows to get pictures with their fancy long zoom lenses longer than my arm..But, of course, I was right at the fence, hanging over it to get the best shots I could with my little Kodak.  Some people herd members were not thrilled with my presence at their fence and once one of the herd began crabbing mooing, they all joined in..How embarrassing, but it didn’t deter me in my mission…GET OVER IT , BOSSY!

The water birds here are just a thrill to see, and it doesn’t take much to get me excited..On our walk, I happen to see what looked like a fake Heron on top of one of the homes in the area..(People DO put pretend Herons out, and I think that is a dirty trick)… So when I first saw this ….

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…I figured it for a cute little trick to get the tourists to look…But upon closer examination…

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HOLY COMB-OVER, BATMAN..IT’S A BY GOLLY REAL BLUE HERON!!

I realize this blog is “for the birds”, but I have one more exciting incident to talk about..If you nod off, I will understand…

OK, so last night MacGyver and I were just lighting a campfire. It was finally tolerable to sit outside..I had my usual stylish “ensemble” on, and just mixed myself a nice Rum and Diet H.E.B., when we  heard the distinct “HOOT,HOOT”, of an owl..He sounded fairly nearby.  I went inside and got my trusty camera then proceeded to walk down our Bayberry St., past many a camper, to see if I could find him. I do NOT have good luck finding owls..I have never actually succeeded in spotting one…and..it was just getting dusk.  Suddenly, I noticed a couple with binoculars, peering up into the trees. I quietly walked up by them (trying not to scare them with my attire)..and I almost fainted at the sight…

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I have never seen anything so scary, noble, serious, intimidating and BIG in a tree…AND..he has night goggles!  Now, as you know, I am NOT a real birder, but I was pretty darn sure that this was a Great Horned Owl..I snapped a few pictures and hurried back to get Dennis.  (He tries NOT to come with my on my pajama parades.). So now, I will create yet another collage to save from running this blog off into the ditch with photos..

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I immediately got out my bird book…and …SCORE!! I give to you The Great Horned Owl!  HOOT!HOOT! I was so excited after that and couldn’t quit talking . MacGyver was beginning to wish he had the local mental facility on speed dial…I still AM on a bit of a Whooping, Hooting High!! I make NO apologies for this way too long blog…I am a “happy camper”!!

Friday, February 7, 2014

“Ohh the weather outside is frightful..”

  …But not as bad as back home in Illinois!!  Dennis and I have been hunkered down inside the Hiker for the past couple days with all day/night shades pulled down.  Actually, I forgot…we did go do our laundry and groceries yesterday…( I try to forget the laundry trips..Date of the magazine I leafed through on this trip was August, 1997..I KID YOU NOT!) Being the caring, concerned wonderful wife I am, I have been finding meals to make inside so  MacGyver doesn’t have to freeze his cojones  fingers off cooking our dinner.  I have also discovered that a sweet Brandy Manhattan can be a good alternative to Rum and Coke, although ONE drink is more than enough to warm your gizzard!

Good news, though….a much nicer weekend is in store!  I really haven’t ridden my “old lady bike” much on this trip, and I am going crazy NOT getting any good water bird photos.  I also have a special mission to see if I can find the elusive Whooping Birds…If I ever do see them, MOI will be the one doing all the whooping!

MacGyver and I have been taking separate walks these “arctic” days, too.  He seems to be drawn to the beach area for his walks…With this wind and cold, I am becoming a “tree hugger” and stay in the shelter of the Live Oaks…I found that if I take one of the trails in this park, the wind isn’t an issue at all.

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While Den was walking backwards on the beach, I decided to take Turk’s Trail through the trees.  This trail is made mostly of oyster shells…thus, it isn’t muddy if we get rain.  I love the winding and bending trees on this trail…GET READY..HERE COMES A LIVE OAK COLLAGE!!

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This trail took me past one of the biggest Live Oak trees in the park…

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Notice that they have prepared a brace for that low hanging branch on the left…I decided to try to give you an idea of just how long some of these branches are..

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..OK, it was a feeble attempt, but you can get the main idea…extremely LONG limbs, with long fingers sometimes touching the ground…amazing, these trees.

101_5252  Above, we have the bird feeding area on Warbler Lane…The park keeps this area truly “for the birds”….

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There are two designated areas with a water reservoir and they have a constant dripping in each little pool which keeps ice from forming…yes, I did say ICE..Plus, they say that birds enjoy the water if it has a dripping  feature…When I say the word “they”, I mean the REAL birders out there…NOT me..I am a birder “wanna be”..I have the camera, cap and map, but don’t know what the Heck I am really doing…I do LOOK the part though.

Before the crappy weather took over, MacGyver and I caught a great sunset…I think it was made great because the ominous clouds (sign of things to come) were moving in…

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That first left side photo I took from my chair by the fire..too lazy to get up..The second one, Den took. He had the withal to actually get up and take the photo. (FYI, I am not sure “withal” is a word, but this is how Google spells it , if it is! insert winking face)…I REALLY HAVE TO GET MY COOL EMOTIONS FACES WORKING AGAIN…SHEESH!

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LAZY ME…

Sunday, February 2, 2014

A Midwestern “Summit” Meeting

   Dennis and I are now happily ensconced in the beautiful Live Oak Trees at Goose Island State Park.  We have been to this park about 6 times.  They have 2 different camping areas here.  One is on the bay and the other is among the trees. We have stayed at both but since our last site at Mustang Island was near the ocean and we needed to pick our teeth clean of sand, we opted for the shelter of the Live Oak’s long and twisted branches.

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We are all nestled down in site #112 on the end, which gives us extra room.

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This shot was taken looking down the length of the campsites from in front of ours.  Notice those trees, twisting and turning like Gumby (not sure ALL of you will remember him!)  Our weather is warmer here, which we were both ready for.  So far we haven’t donned our Winter coats for our morning walks.  In fact yesterday, it was 70 degrees.  I have yet to drag out my shorts in the public.  I need to get a little more sun so the road maps on my legs are not quite so evident ( insert a smiley face  here…my “cool Emotions” are not working anymore (insert grumpy face).

Our walks so far have been out to the bay front area where the other camp area is..

On our very first walk, we encountered familiar faces noses beaks….

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….The Three Stooges….Molt, Harry and Beaky..

The beachfront has 2 distinct areas, the East side and West side…No, there isn’t much difference

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In left photo, you can see the RV’s waaay down there..As you can see, this is a  huge oyster beach and there are oyster shells everywhere.  Right pic is a guy going out after some live bait.  Notice his waders are more like chest high boots and when they get way out there, all you can see is his arms and head…crazy, if you ask me..I know..nobody did.

In the wonderful world of blogging, we meet many really nice people.  Early last year, I happened upon a fellow RV blogger, Ingrid.  Her blog really got my attention when I found her hubby, Al, was originally from Somonauk, IL, a little town about 2 miles West of Sandwich…and I had known him in high school.  Turns out that Ingrid had grown up in Chicago and so we were all from the Midwest… Illinois to be specific. ( A great place to be FROM!!).

Al and Ingrid were new full-timers.  They had been living in Colorado, where Al was a retired Midway Airlines Captain and Ingrid was a General Contractor who built new homes.(They met when she was a flight attendant for Midway Airlines.)   As we became good blog buddies, we realized we were both going to be at Goose Island State Park for 2 days…Ingrid and Al  were staying at Hidden Oaks RV Park, just down the road from the state park. The day after we landed here, I was out front having coffee and lo and behold here came Ingrid on her bike.  She came in and we had ourselves a great chat…

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I do believe that Ingrid and I could be related in some former life…All we did was laugh and tell stories.  After a great visit, we agreed we would all meet for cocktails at “Moondogs” in Fulton Beach that evening. Moondog’s was having Happy Hour and the Margaritas were $2.50…I’M IN!

Get a couple of crazy women together and a couple of tolerant men and you could be in for some great fun…

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…and this is exactly why I need to carry a bail bondman’s card. Maybe I should send one to Ingrid..??

Ingrid also clued us into where she found Whooping Cranes feeding here just outside the park.  She rides her bike all over and spotted them in a field with some cows…No, really?  So yesterday, MacGyver and I took a ride in that direction. We followed Ingrid’s directions and found the field with the cows…and waaay into the back of the field were some huge Cranes..I was so darn sure they were Whoopers that I took a gazillion pictures on the zoom lens…

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I was sure these guys were Whoopers..but they sure didn’t look like the ones in my bird book.  I think these are Sand Hill Cranes.  Right, Judy?? I must return again and continue my quest to see the great Whooping Cranes..Neat as these Cranes are, they are NOT them…crap.

Yesterday was Date Night and we also wanted to score some fresh Grouper, so we rode into Fulton Beach to hang out. At a place called P.J.’s Seafood we found a plethora of shellfish and salt water swimmers.  I did find the Grouper and we picked up 3 huge filets for $12.  I asked how they froze and the lady said that Grouper is a firm fish and will freeze just fine..so that’s where the “Group” is right now, in our freezer.  We also stopped at one of our old haunts Alice Faye's By the Bay and had a cocktail. We sat and discussed what kind of carry-outs would be for supper and decided on Pop's Tavern and Cafe for fried oysters…

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If you look close, you can spot “moi” taking the picture in the mirror..Also, that big wooden chest on the left side of the first pic is where they keep the beer.  AND..do you see those tall styrofoam cups stacked up under the ice tea machine and coffee pot????? That’s your Pop’s wine glass..Yep…a 16 oz. glass of wine for $5.75…and one is all you’ll need.  This place has killer good fried oysters with curly fries and we got 2 orders to carry-out…

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I take them immediately out of the styro foam and pile them on my pizza pan, where they will be warmed up at 300 degrees for 15 minutes…They did NOT disappoint!!

OK, we were braggin’ about the nice weather and the wind just came up out of the North and our windows are now shut, the temp has dropped ….and it is raining…SAY WHAAAAT???

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