Saturday, March 2, 2013

Happy Texas Independence Day!

Happy Texas Independence Day!

Around the breakfast table this morning I asked me children if they knew what today was?  I guess they learned their lesson last year, because they responded, “It’s Texas Independence Day!”  I couldn’t be more proud.  

I’m personally disgusted that apparently MISD, (Midland Independent School District), feels that it’s more important to celebrate Cinco De Mayo (a day that really serves no real historical significance, even in Mexico) than it is to celebrate the day that the Great State of Texas declared its Independence from Mexico.  But I won’t dwell on my disappointments, as today I celebrate the fact that I live in TEXAS!

Why do I love Texas?

Well, by the grace of the Almighty, I was born in Texas to parents that weren’t born in Texas, but “got here as fast as they could.” In a conversation with friends last night over dinner, I heard my Father say, “If you wear out a pair of shoes in Texas, you won’t want to leave.”  I couldn’t have said it better, but many of you reading this are shaking your head and can’t understand what makes Texas great—so here’s my attempt to explain, by taking a look at others that weren’t born in Texas, but got here as fast as they could.

Davy Crockett – a defender of the Alamo, was born in the State of Franklin.  That’s right, the State of Franklin was set up in 1784 out of the west part of North Carolina and only lasted four years, having never been fully recognized as a state.  It was here that Davy Crockett was born.  Franklin later became part of the State of Tennessee.   

Most everyone has heard of Davy Crockett, an American Frontiersman, who served as a United States Congressman for the State of Tennessee.  When defeated in his bid for re-election he stated “You can all go to hell, and I will go to Texas!”

He later wrote a poem that said:
The corn that I planted, the fields that I cleared,
The flocks that I raised, and the cabin I reared;
The wife of my bosom—Farewell to ye all!
In the land of the stranger I rise or I fall. [1]

Being one of the many “forged of a hotter fire,” Davy Crockett fell in the defense of Freedom and Liberty at the Alamo on March 6, 1836.

William Barrett Travis was born in South Carolina on August 1, 1809—per his family Bible.  He became an attorney at the age of 19, married and after his marriage began to fail and after having one son, Charles Edward Travis, he left for Texas, leaving behind his wife and an unborn daughter. [2]

William Barrett Travis and James Bowie, who was born in Kentucky, shared command at the Alamo until James Bowie was bedridden to illness.  William Barrett Travis and James Bowie, also men “forged of a hotter fire,” were killed in the predawn raid of the Alamo.  Travis was killed with a single shot to the head; Bowie was killed while lying on his bed, after emptying his pistols into any who dared enter.

The numbers are disputed a little, but about 182 Texians died at the Alamo, taking with them, depending on the report, 400-1600 Mexican soldiers.

Before Travis’ death he wrote this letter:

Commendancy of The Alamo
Bejar, Feby. 24th, 1836

To the People of Texas & All Americans in the world --

Fellow Citizens and compatriots -- 

I am besieged by a thousand or more of the Mexicans under Santa Anna - I have sustained a continual Bombardment & cannonade for 24 hours & have not lost a man - The enemy has demanded a surrender at discretion, otherwise, the garrison are to be put to the sword, if the fort is taken - I have answered the demand with a cannon shot, & our flag still waves proudly from the walls - I shall never surrender or retreat. Then, I call on you in the name of Liberty, of patriotism & everything dear to the American character, to come to our aid, with all dispatch - The enemy is receiving reinforcements daily & will no doubt increase to three or four thousand in four or five days. If this call is neglected, I am determined to sustain myself as long as possible & die like a soldier who never forgets what is due to his own honor & that of his country - 

Victory or Death
William Barret Travis
Lt. Col. Comdt. 

This letter returned to the Alamo recently where it was written nearly 177 years ago and can be viewed from February 23 to March 7, 2013.

There are many other patriots that fought, bled, died and made an impact on Texas History making it possible for you and me to live in this great state.  I could go on and on about why I feel Texas is so great.  But really, unless you’ve “worn out a pair of shoes” here you’ll never really understand.

Texas was once its own Nation. Texas’ boundary from 1836 to 1845 included 1/2 of New Mexico, parts of Oklahoma, Arkansas, Colorado and Wyoming! 

We have Texas football, Texas BBQ, warm summer nights, Blue Bell ice cream, Blue Bonnets, Longhorn Cattle, Oil & Cotton!  Texas has mountains, swamps, beaches, hill country, grasslands, desert and a little of everything in between. And yes, everything is bigger and better in Texas!

I hope my children have the opportunity to learn more about Texas history in school.  But if they don’t I can assure you that they’ll get a healthy dose of it from home!

As always I’ll leave you with a few of my favorite links to Texas History and a Letter written by Bum Phillips that pretty much sums up, in better words, why I love Texas!


Being Texan by Bum Phillips

Dear Friends,

Last year, I wrote a small piece about what it means to me to be a Texan. My friends know it means about damned near everything. Anyway, this fella asked me to reprint what I'd wrote and I didn't have it. So I set out to think about rewriting something. I considered writing about all the great things I love about Texas. There are way too many things to list. I can't even begin to do it justice. Lemme let you in on my short list.

It starts with The Window at Big Bend, which in and of itself is proof of God. It goes to Lake Sam Rayburn where my Granddad taught me more about life than fishin, and enough about fishin to last a lifetime. I can talk about Tyler, and Longview, and Odessa and Cisco, and Abilene and Poteet and every place in between. Every little part of Texas feels special. Every person who ever flew over the Lone Star thinks of Bandera or Victoria or Manor or wherever they call "home" as the best little part of the best state.

So I got to thinkin about it, and here's what I really want to say. Last year, I talked about all the great places and great heroes who make Texas what it is. I talked about Willie and Waylon and Michael Dell and Michael DeBakey and my Dad and LBJ and Denton Cooley. I talked about everybody that came to mind. It took me sitting here tonight reading this stack of emails and thinkin' about where I've been and what I've done since the last time I wrote on this occasion to remind me what it is about Texas that is really great.

You see, this last month or so I finally went to Europe for the first time. I hadn't ever been, and didn't too much want to. But you know all my damned friends are always talking about "the time they went to Europe." So, I finally went. It was a hell of a trip to be sure. All they did when they saw me was say the same thing, before they'd ever met me. "Hey cowboy, we love Texas." I guess the hat tipped em off. But let me tell you what, they all came up with a smile on their faces. You know why? They knew for damned sure that I was gonna be nice to em. They knew it cause they knew I was from Texas. They knew something that hadn't even hit me. They knew Texans, even though they'd never met one.

That's when it occurred to me. Do you know what is great about Texas? Do you know why when my friend Beverly and I were trekking across country to see 15 baseball games we got sick and had to come home after 8? Do you know why every time I cross the border I say, "Lord, please don't let me die in _____"?

Do you know why children in Japan can look at a picture of the great State and know exactly what it is about the same time they can tell a rhombus from a trapezoid? I can tell you that right quick. You. The same spirit that made 186 men cross that line in the sand in San Antonio damned near 165 years ago is still in you today. Why else would my friend send me William Barrett Travis' plea for help in an email just a week ago, or why would Charles Stenciled ask me to reprint a Texas Independence column from a year ago?

What would make my friend Elizabeth say, "I don't know if I can marry a man who doesn't love Texas like I do?" Why in the hell are 1,000 people coming to my house this weekend to celebrate a holiday for what used to be a nation that is now a state? Because the spirit that made that nation is the spirit that burned in every person who founded this great place we call Texas, and they passed it on through blood or sweat to every one of us.

You see, that spirit that made Texas what it is, is alive in all of us, even if we can't stand next to a cannon to prove it, and it's our responsibility to keep that fire burning. Every person who ever put a "Native Texan" or an "I wasn't born in Texas but I got here as fast as I could" sticker on his car understands. Anyone who ever hung a map of Texas on their wall or flew a Lone Star flag on their porch knows what I mean.

My Dad's buddy Bill has an old saying. He says that some people were forged of a hotter fire. Well, that's what it is to be Texan. To be forged of a hotter fire.

To know that part of Colorado was Texas. That part of New Mexico was Texas. That part of Oklahoma was Texas. Yep. Talk all you want. Part of what you got was what we gave you. To look at a picture of Idaho or Istanbul and say, "what the Hell is that?" when you know that anyone in Idaho or Istanbul who sees a picture of Texas knows damned good and well what it is. It isn't the shape, it isn't the state, it's the state of mind. You're what makes Texas.

The fact that you would take 15 minutes out of your day to read this, because that's what Texas means to you, that's what makes Texas what it is. The fact that when you see the guy in front of you litter you honk and think, "Sonofabitch. Littering on MY highway."

When was the last time you went to a person's house in New York and you saw a big map of New York on their wall? That was never. When did you ever drive through Oklahoma and see their flag waving on four businesses in a row? Can you even tell me what the flag in Louisiana looks like? I damned sure can't.

But I bet my ass you can't drive 20 minutes from your house and not see a business that has a big Texas flag as part of its logo. If you haven't done business with someone called All Tex something or Lone Star somebody or other, or Texas such and such, you hadn't lived here for too long.

When you ask a man from New York what he is, he'll say a stockbroker, or an accountant, or an ad exec. When you ask a woman from California what she is, she'll tell you her last name or her major. Hell either of em might say "I'm a republican," or they might be a democrat. When you ask a Texan what they are, before they say, "I'm a Methodist," or "I'm a lawyer," or "I'm a Smith," they tell you they're a Texan. I got nothin' against all those other places, and Lord knows they've probably got some fine folks, but in your gut you know it just like I do, Texas is just a little different.

So tomorrow when you drive down the road and you see a person broken down on the side of the road, stop and help. When you are in a bar in California, buy a Californian a drink and tell him it's for Texas Independence Day. Remind the person in the cube next to you that he wouldn't be here enjoying this if it weren't for Sam Houston, and if he or she doesn't know the story, tell them.

When William Barrett Travis wrote in 1836 that he would never surrender and he would have Victory or Death, what he was really saying was that he and his men were forged of a hotter fire. They weren't your average every day men.

Well, that is what it means to be a Texan. It meant it then, and that's why it means it today. It means just what all those people North of the Red River accuse us of thinking it means. It means there's no mountain that we can't climb. It means that we can swim the Gulf in the winter. It means that Earl Campbell ran harder and Houston is bigger and Dallas is richer and Alpine is hotter and Stevie Ray was smoother and God vacations in Texas.

It means that come Hell or high water, when the chips are down and the Good Lord is watching, we're Texans by damned, and just like in 1836, that counts for something. So for today at least, when your chance comes around, go out and prove it. It's true because we believe it's true. If you are sitting wondering what the Hell I'm talking about, this ain't for you.

But if the first thing you are going to do when the Good Lord calls your number is find the men who sat in that tiny mission in San Antonio and shake their hands, then you're the reason I wrote this tonight, and this is for you. So until next time you hear from me, God Bless and Happy Texas Independence Day.

May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings, slow to make enemies and quick to make friends. But, rich or poor, quick or slow, may you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.

Regards From Texas

[1] As quoted in David Crockett: The Man and the Legend (1994) by James Atkins Shackford, Introduction, p. xi, Chapter 2.
[2] Davis (1966), P. xii

1 comment:

Tonia said...

Dude, you're awesome. Ben is now deciding to smoke a brisket in honor of your post. (We should have done it yesterday)