Category Archives: Texana

Bolivar Point lighthouse

BolivarTX

This iron-plate landmark, which still stands though it’s inoperative and closed to the public, began operation in 1852. During the great hurricane that wrecked Galveston in 1900, more than a hundred people survived by crowding onto its spiral staircase to escape the tidal surge.

The real Crockett: Davy or David? Both

Excerpt from the Introduction to

David Crockett in Congress:  The Rise and Fall of the Poor Man’s Friend

(Bright Sky Press, 11/1/09), by James Boylston & Allen Wiener, hardcover, 336 pages with 16 color photographs, $29.95.

In the mythology of America, the legend of Davy Crockett looms large. As a pioneer, Indian fighter, congressman, and martyr of the Alamo, Crockett’s remarkable life has been the subject of biographies, novels, comic books, plays, songs, movies, and television shows. The image of the coonskin-capped, buckskin-clad hero swinging his rifle like a Louisville Slugger atop the Alamo is iconic; to most folks, Davy Crockett really is the King of the Wild Frontier.

While Crockett certainly was a pioneer and hardscrabble farmer, a soldier in the Creek War, and a hero who gave his life in the fight for Texas independence, he was also an inveterate entrepreneur and a career politician with a talent for hardball campaigning. More Will Rogers than Daniel Boone, more broadcloth than buckskin, David Crockett began his political career as a justice of the peace and magistrate, and served two terms in the Tennessee State Legislature before being elected to the U.S House of Representatives for three terms. Always popular in his district, Crockett nevertheless was a hard-fighting campaigner, as he faced the formidable political machine of Andrew Jackson in virtually every engagement.

Crockett was a masterful campaigner among his frontier neighbors, an amusing jokester, storyteller and speaker. His jokes and stump speeches helped him win elections, but once in office, he proved himself an astute politician and parliamentarian. Crockett understood the issues under discussion and how his colleagues stood on them; thus, he was able to maneuver effectively among them, sometimes gaining victories for himself.

Crockett’s most important political objective was to secure for his poorer constituents legal title to the land they had worked and improved.  He never achieved that goal, but his exhaustive efforts to do so illustrate his devotion to the people who elected him and his insistence on serving them rather than a political party or its leaders. Throughout his career he remained, first and foremost, an advocate for the poor, whom he viewed as constantly pushed aside or ignored by wealthier, more influential interests.

He resisted affiliating himself too closely with any faction and believed that party loyalty should never be placed above principle or duty to his constituents. Crockett came to view strict party discipline as a threat to democracy that distanced elected officials from those they represented.

The search for the real Crockett, often lost behind a haze of movie and other fictional images, reveals an independent spirit who rebelled against injustice and government cronyism.  He railed against partisan politics, and refused to toe the party line, believing he need only answer to his constituents.  He was an egalitarian who bristled at the idea of class privilege and held the belief that people had a right to land they had worked and fed with the sweat of their brow.   His roots endeared him to his neighbors and won him elections, while alienating many of his Washington peers.  As his motto suggests, when he was sure he was right, he really did go ahead.

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Cedar Fever is back

I had thought, with all the recent rain, it would have washed the pollen out of the air. But noooo. Doesn’t help that daytime temps are back in the 70s. KVUE’s pollen counters expect high numbers through the end of the month.

Our cowardly Army

The terrorist attack on Fort Hood wasn’t really a terrorist attack. The Army’s public report does not use the words Islam or Muslim, let alone terrorist, despite witness accounts that Maj. Nidal Hasan shouted “Allahu Akbar!” as he opened fire with two personal pistols at a health center.

The whitewashed report shows the Army is like every other public institution these days, so hopelessly mired in political correctness that truth plays no role. It would be a mistake to encourage anyone to serve, since the military obviously will not bother to protect its own. If this continues, someday soon it will be too cowardly to protect the rest of us.

Via Power Line.

The return of King Farouk

Not really. It only seems that way, when every Web site I visit flashes a new “Farouk for Governor” ad at me. Usually with a photo of the Colorado River meandering through downtown Austin. “New Ideas. New Jobs. New Hope for Texas.”

I thought that hope business was passe by now? It’s for sure the Farouk in question, second name Shami, has zero hope of being nominated by the Dems, let alone elected governor. Which is probably good. King Farouk, indeed.

The Last Time

Speaking of DC-3s (see below), it seems the largest gathering of them (about 53 are expected) will be flying into Oshkosh, WI, this summer to celebrate the silver bird’s 75th anniversary. All the recent snow up there should have melted by then.

Gooney Bird

airshows

Was thrilled to read that some folks are packing a DC-3 with relief supplies to ferry to Haiti. The venerable (75-year-old) transport (first one was named the “Flagship Texas”) was my favorite plastic model when I was a kid. I even have a new kit of one in the closet awaiting Mr. B.’s interest in such things. Well. Hoping. I last flew in one years ago in the Bahamas. It was painted pink. Flamingo Airlines, as I recall.

In Viet Nam 18,000-rpm mini-guns were mounted in their open cargo doors to support MACV advisory outfits like mine, a role now filled by the C-130. This outfit (making the semi-aerobatic, one-wheel landing above) teaches single-engine pilots to fly them. No, the DC-3 was never called the Gooney Bird. That was the Army Air Force’s C-47. But DC-3/C-47 is a distinction without (much of) a difference.