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Thoughts and Ramblings: Trick or Treat; Samhain and Día de Los Muertos; Coco; the Sleeping Knights; Blood of the Innocent; Author Tim Collins; and It’s Time for You People to Click on a Link.

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Trick or treat is tomorrow, and I’ve already shared my oral history of that damn kid on 19th street in Port Arthur. Back then, someone was putting razors, poison, and probably bits of glass in Halloween candy. My father warned me about this, and he was there to eat all the suspected candy so I wouldn’t die. Thanks, dad, but you’re eating all the good stuff. I still think that I was robbed.

For me, Halloween always means, Samhain, the Celtic holiday to remember our ancestors and those who have passed. El Día de Los Muertos also has these qualities. Both symbolize the love for those who came before us and our determination to keep their names alive. Because, in the end, that’s what most humans want—to be remembered. As humans, we try our damnedest to keep the names of our loved ones out there. This is why the pyramids were built. It’s also why a loved one will put out a few articles on the deceased’s grave when the family can’t afford a headstone; they honor them by placing things that their loved one enjoyed in life. Most will see them as garbage, but it’s love.

The Disney movie Coco did an excellent job of showing this. I will always treasure that film because it hits you in the heart, or at least it hits mine, because most people tell me I have no soul, so at least I’m good in the heart department. Except my doctor tells me otherwise. It reminds me of my mother-in-law. I know mothers-in-law get a bad rap from some people, but in my case, she was a rock determined to live her own way. This is why I dedicated my first book to her. Would she be happy with its contents? Probably not; the gesture, maybe.

Yuuki Konno

Another story about wanting to be remembered comes from fiction, but it fits perfectly with who we are as humans. Japanese writer Reki Kawahara, who wrote in season two of the Anime Series Sword Art Online, put out the story of the Sleeping Knights. To round up the story in a few sentences, Sword Art Online was an online network where people could compete based on their swordsmanship. It was an online game you could be a visual part of, but the Sleeping Knights were different. In the story, they were hard-wired into the game 24-7 because they were kids in hospice. In other words, they had no future in life, so the game helped them to forget their inevitable demise. One of the characters was named Yuuki Konno, and she beat the best players. As a player who was permanently wired in, she learned her skill well and defeated everyone in her path. Her role in the game was to win a tournament and get to the upper levels so that all the Sleeping Knights would have their names engraved on a wall. As the story unfolded, the Sleeping Knights were helped by another character, and they eventually won, but Yuuki’s health worsened. She eventually died, but not before she managed to get everyone on her team to be remembered. Yuuki never wanted those in the game to find out the truth about her illness, but the main characters discovered it and made sure that all the non-Sleeping Knights were there to show her that they cared for her deeply. Yuuki had lost hope in humanity, but a few individuals were there to show her that her life had meaning and she was loved.

Blood of the Innocent

In 2013, I published a book called Blood of the Innocent. There is a sequel, but I just don’t have time to finish it. In the story, I brought all the characters over here from England because I know our history and area. I could have easily left them in their element, but I didn’t want to write about something I don’t know. The book is available on Amazon, and you can read it for free if you are a Prime member. I have a few signed copies available on my website, and there are a few signed copies at the Art Studio (all the money goes to supporting TASI).

Tim Collins 2013 at the 150th Anniversary of the Battle of Sabine Pass

As I’ve mentioned before, we’ve lost, or at least I have, many friends and colleagues this year. I found out today that Tim Collins—author/librarian/historian/all-out great guy who loved SETX history and his rich Irish heritage—died in April. He was from Galway in Ireland and pretty much did all the research on Richard Dowling of the Battle of Galveston and Sabina Pass fame, who was also from Galway. I met Tim in 2013 at the 150th Anniversary of the Battle of Sabine Pass, and he was a joy to be around. I’m also lucky to have his signed book about Dick Dowling. Tim was special to all who knew him. I got so fed up with most people on Facebook that I never checked it, so I missed the word of his passing. I’m sorry for missing it, but to be honest, I’m only on Facebook because some of you people are too lazy to click on a website link, but I digress.

Fair winds and following seas, Mr. Collins. If I stay alive, I will try to bring out Kate Dorman’s history, as you wanted.

Go dtí an chead uair eile.

Coco Remember Me-  

Yuuki Konno-

Blood of the Innocent-

https://www.amazon.com/Blood-Innocent-P-C-Prosperie/dp/0988884208

https://www.rediscoveringsetx.com/blood-of-the-innocent/

Tim Collins-

https://afloat.ie/port-news/galway-harbour/item/54028-tributes-to-late-maritime-author-historian-sailor-librarian-musician-tim-collins-of-galway?fbclid=IwAR1GJ-F0EubbkaSJ9nqtzQWffLlIAW7zE6xIP77AyCC2-ZdeBjmH8aGfQZs

Thoughts and Ramblings: 2nd Annual Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour; McFaddin-Ward House Museum Lecture Series; Wanda of the North End was a good person; Wanda of the West End hates Smurfs and Bette Midler; Welshyness and the Three Lions; Bigfoot may have scared a child, but he has no TWIC card or ISTC badge to be on the land near Oak Bluff Cemetery.

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Photo Credit: Port Arthur News 10.31.1984

Our 2nd Annual Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour was this week, and I would like to thank everyone who came out and supported us. It’s always a free event, and we strive to improve it. We have a lot of great people volunteering their time to bring out the history of both Beaumont and Southeast Texas, and we are blessed to have them.

Art of Unliving Beaumont Enterprise

If you missed the event but want to take the tour, then you are in luck. In November, we will be part of the McFaddin-Ward House Museum’s lecture series. Our lecture is on Thursday, November 10, at 6:30 p.m. Two hour-long tours will be conducted on Friday, November 11. These will be walking tours, and they will cover the same ground as the ones held in October. You will need to sign up for the tours with McFaddin-Ward House; check their website for further details. I always enjoy the walking tours because we can cover more history.

On Halloween of 1985, Port Arthur News staff writer Cynthia Cook ran a story about a Beaumont Witch that she fictitiously named Wanda. Don’t worry; this Wanda was from the North End, and who I did correspond with. At the time, her other sister from the West End was too busy griping about those “Blue Devil” Smurfs taking over the children‘s souls while they watched the cartoon to notice me. All I will say is that it never ends well for Wanda of the West End.

It was a decent article, but the historical claims made by the reporter were sketchy at best. Even so, Wanda was a good person. I wrote to her because, in the article, she called herself a White Witch, which translates to healer in the old country. If you were to apply the term nowadays, she would be classified as more of an Appalachian Granny Magic Witch. Yes, that is a thing. To be precise, I thought of her as being more in the New Age movement and not as a witch per se. She was very positive and yearned to help however she could.

At that point in life, I was into English history and obsessed with a book by Elizabeth Goudge called The White Witch, published in 1958. I tried to write a few of my own, not very good, stories. These were historical fiction from a place I’d never visited. Nonetheless, I was determined. I told her of my interest in English/Welsh history, and she referred me to a book by Evangeline Walton called The Song of Rhiannon. This was part of a four-book epic based on the Mabinogion. The Mabinogion, based on old oral legends, was written between 1050 and 1225 by Christian monks. It was translated into English by Charlotte Guest in 1838, although William Owen Pughe did translate a few stories in journals in 1795, 1821, and 1829. These were the stories left over after the Arthurian legends we know today as the story of King Arthur.

Some of you may recognize Rhiannon from Stevie Nick’s song. Yes, this is the same story, but Rhiannon wasn’t a witch. She was a goddess in the Welsh pantheon. Who knew that Wales had a pantheon like the Greeks and Romans? (Rant incoming.) Hell, the Welsh can’t even get a different shade of color on a map of the UK, which I know ticks them off. Well, this year is different, because guess who’s in the World Cup? This should be interesting. #Cymru. Sorry for the excess “Welshyness.” (Is that even a word?) I’m sure my editor will be annoyed at me for that, but 40 years of pain supporting the Three Lions (England) has taken its toll.

I learned from Wanda that it doesn’t matter what your story is. Put it out there. And I did, 28 years later, by publishing a book. I will get into that next week. I often wonder what happened to Wanda and hope her life is still positive. As for Wanda from the West End, she is currently up in arms about trying to block Bette Midler from sending curses through her television. Sistas! She never stops.

Up until a few years ago, I would visit Oak Bluff Cemetery in Port Neches, and I always wondered why there were no trespassing signs near the bayou. Then I googled a KBMT News story that happened. Apparently, someone showed up with a camera and took a fuzzy picture of Bigfoot throwing rocks on Refinery land. I will say that that hairy beast has neither a TWIC card nor an ISTC badge. This means that he is unauthorized to be on that property. And yes, he will suffer the consequences. That being said, I do not believe that Bigfoot was throwing rocks at Oak Bluff Cemetery. Though there was that one time when something showed up at the Sabine lighthouse.

There is an article in the Port Arthur News dated October 31, 1984, by staff writer Peggy Slasman. Slasman had interviewed a Port Arthur resident whose father was the Sabine lighthouse keeper in 1905. The story began as the fog rolled over the marsh, and the lighthouse keeper’s 10-year-old daughter stepped out on the porch to enjoy her favorite time of day. Unfortunately, this morning was different. The silence of the early morning was broken by movement in the marsh. She peered out over the railings, wondering what could be lurking near, when suddenly, she saw something so terrible that she screamed and fainted.

Her parents later found and revived the child. Both dismissed their daughter’s story as a figment of her wild imagination, but they couldn’t help but notice her obsession with her tale.

A month later, the lighthouse keeper was hunting in the marsh when he heard movement in the reeds. He crouched down and stared in the direction of the sound. To his dismay, before him stood an eight-foot-tall, hairy, dark, ugly “thing,” which scared the lighthouse keeper so much that he ran toward the safety of the lighthouse, forgetting his loaded rifle in his haste.

The monster was seen by others 12 times that year, but it never harmed anyone. Most Sabine residents believed it to be a bear, which is indeed quite possible, but one can only speculate. That same year, a storm flooded the marsh, and the beast was supposedly drowned or washed out to sea. However, according to Slasman’s article, some say it still lurks in the marsh. I have no idea, but whether it’s Bigfoot or Kisselpoo, those mosquitoes are brutal.

Next week, it’s time to Niitakayama Nobore at Ellington Field in Houston. These people put on a great event. I’ll leave a link to it.

Until next week, keep your cauldrons close, and don’t let Wanda of the West End near it.

Appalachian Granny Magic –

https://www.learnreligions.com/appalachian-folk-magic-4779929

Mabinogion –

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mabinogion

https://www.historic-uk.com/HistoryUK/HistoryofWales/The-Mabinogion/

http://www.mabinogion.info/rhiannon.htm

Bigfoot –

http://texascryptidhunter.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-port-neches-wood-ape-sighting.html

Thoughts and Ramblings: Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour; Ye Olde Block Farm; Blackshirt Ghost Hunters; Nobody Cares About Your Orb Photos

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Pipkin School

The Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour is this week, and almost everything is set. Upon trying to use Facebook to promote it, I encountered a few problems. It’s a cemetery tour, Facebook, and it doesn’t fit into your event list. Food? Gardening? I finally chose Visual Arts because I didn’t want you to think we were trying to get you to do yard work or invite zombies. But I digress. We will have ten presenters on Thursday from 4:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. at the cemetery and nine on Saturday from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. This is a tour to discover the history of some of Beaumont residents and this we have something special that will become a permanent feature. The newest addition to the 75-acre cemetery is the Pipkin section. The land in question was originally the site of the Pipkin Elementary School on Pine Street, where many African American Beaumonters began their education. In 1911, when Millard Elementary School for whites received a new brick structure, the old two-story wooden building was moved to the Pipkin School location on Pine Street. This building was also replaced with a brick structure in the 1920s. In 1974, the City of Beaumont acquired the school and land and demolished the building in 1981. The property was sold to Magnolia Cemetery in 1999. This site is a part of our history that needs to be remembered, and we have an excellent person to share this history with, Lynn Simon.

Here on Ye Olde Block Farm, we do have our share of spookiness and shenanigans. It doesn’t happen often, but it does occur all the same. This land was Martin Block’s farm. He was W. T. Block’s uncle. Martin died in 1945, and the original house burned down in the 1960s. Some of Block’s descendants still live in the neighborhood. We moved here in 2007, and Martin’s granddaughter lived next to us. She was a good source of family history, and my findings from Dean Tevis’s articles about farmers in the 1920s were an excellent addition to her accounts. I even found a photo of the original house that I gave to her and her older cousin, who remembered the structure. I’m glad I could do this before she passed.

We also have live oaks that are four and five feet in diameter. The cousin told me they have been there since at least 1908. These trees are precious to me. I look after them as best as I can. They’ve protected the house during Hurricane Rita, Humberto, Ike, Laura, and Delta.

Mostly, I think that those still here were farmers because they typically show up in the mornings or afternoons. One incident that stands out in my mind is someone sitting on the side of my bed at 5:30 a.m. and making the bed sag. Another time was when I was in my office at around 2 p.m. and heard someone walking in the kitchen. There was someone else here, and they work graveyards, so I assumed that they had woken up and it was coffee time. Thirty seconds later, I stood up and went into the kitchen—no one was there. The other person was still asleep.

This brings me to the third entity that pulls my chain. I don’t know if the original owner of the house (not of Block descent) built it, but he sure did his best to southern engineer things. I think he meant well, but he was not a Jack of all trades, as far as I’m concerned. We did a few renovations and had some things happen. After the first renovation, I was working at a table in the living room, and another person was asleep on the couch. Downton Abbey was playing on the TV, and the lazy boy chair popped open between us. In the fifteen years that we had it, it had never opened by itself. I know I get irked with the past owner for some things, but if he’s still here, he is used to my rants, and I am glad he enjoyed my chair that evening. He also might be just a fan of Downton Abby.

I might get into the second renovation later, where nothing happened because he knew what I would discover. Let’s just say that there were many chosen words that day.

Blackshirt ghost hunters are a different breed. Like I said last week, I am not a professional parapsychologist, nor do I spout that I’m an expert on anything of this nature, but some of the people in this field really go hardcore. Many run around in the dark, taking photos of dust particles while asking questions to an SB-7 spirit box. For those who don’t know, a SB-7 is basically a broken radio that continuously turns the dial to different radio stations. The objective is for a spirit to use this to communicate through the white noise. I have one of these, but it never works for me. It’s about as helpful as the Ghost Radar App I have on my phone, just for giggles. It may have worked a few times, but I don’t put much faith in it. Although there was that time when I was at Magnolia Cemetery cleaning headstones, and it told me to “RUN.” I looked around but didn’t see anything, so I went about my work. Probably just Thomas Langham having a bit of fun. Which I guess the ol’ sheriff is entitled to. (I say this because it was his headstone that I was cleaning.)

 Nowadays, there are many more gadgets on the market that beep and moan but I’m really not interested in that stuff. It’s easier just to sit, watch, and listen. If someone wants to make contact, they will by any means. This happens over and over when you’re doing research. I’ll get into this next week.

Some ghost hunters take their investigations seriously, and others are outright mental. Years ago, a team was doing an investigation inside a trailer located in Orange County. Supposedly they caught an EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon) of an Indian saying “ugh” and proudly uploaded it to Youtube. I heard the EVP of the so-called Indian saying “ugh”, but the big question is, why would the ghost of a dead Indian be haunting a trailer? And why do you talk to a spirit in English when they don’t know the language? It’s (explicit language here) to think that the spirit of a dead guy or gal has a Babel fish in their ear. These people get really mad when you call them out. It’s almost like they’re politicians but above the food chain level because I would never say they’re worse.

Well, hopefully I’ve angered someone till next week because I’m tired.

Until next week, ugh!

P.S. Nobody cares about your orb photos!

Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour:

2nd Annual Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour

Pipkin School:

https://www.sfasu.edu/heritagecenter/9619.asp

Babel Fish:

https://www.theliteraryreview.org/editors-letter/why-babel-fish/#:~:text=For%20those%20who%20aren’t,you%20stick%20in%20your%20ear.

Thoughts and Ramblings: Houston Traffic Sucks, Buc-ee’s BBQ Sucks; That Time When the Beaumont Heritage Society Killed Off Papa; Stingy Jack; Carving Turnips; Quit Shooting the Signage on Bragg Road; Loyd Auerbach; Kathleen Maca

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Chambers House
Chambers House Museum

On Monday, I drove to Houston, and the weather was perfect. I can imagine unicorns and butterflies frolicking together in perfect harmony, but you people in Houston are a different breed. I will ask how you can strategically shut down all the major highways during morning rush hour when there is nothing in your way. At least there is I-99; it’s out of the way, but I cringe when I have to drive to the other side of Houston. By the way, I will go ahead and say that Buc-ee’s BBQ sucks. Sorry/not sorry, but it’s the best place to go to the bathroom, and the banana bread is good.

Ruth and Florence Chambers

Back in 2015, the Beaumont Heritage Society did its annual Florence Chambers birthday celebration. Florence was born in 1912 and lived in the same house her whole life. As I’ve said before, this house/museum is my favorite because it’s a house that we could live in without millions of dollars. The story of the two sisters—Ruth and Florence—is an excellent historical view of women succeeding in life at a time when most said they couldn’t function unless they were married. Visit the museum, take the tour, and enjoy their story.

That year, the actor who played Homer Chambers (Papa) couldn’t attend the event, so they decided to reenact the funeral of Papa Chambers. Broussard’s Funeral Home provided the casket, and the event went well. I even have a photo of the ghostly images of a few women walking in the background in a time-lapse. I saw at the time that the picture looked ghostly, and I even asked a friend who knew the Chambers sisters to look at it. I said, “Hey, this could be the Chambers sisters,” but she shut me down immediately, responding, “Not in those heels!” Reenactor problems, but gold to me. Everyone did a great job that night, as they do every year.

Well, it’s the second week of October, which means it’s time to carve turnips! Back in the old country, there were no pumpkins to carve, so turnips were initially used. I’ve been doing this for a few years now, and those turnips are a bit hard to cut, but we will prevail. I’m not an artist, but the finished product is usually placed in my office and the living room for everyone to enjoy, but I see a trend of people not visiting during this time. I guess a house that smells like turnips is an acquired taste.

The origin of pumpkin carving for Halloween began in Ireland with the legend of Stingy Jack. Jack was not a good man; not only did he screw up his life, but he also screwed up his afterlife. Hearing the story of Stingy Jack and his worthless life, I put him in either the Senate or Congress. It’s pretty bad when even the devil feels for you. I’ll leave a link below to the story and a video as well. The video is well done—it’s by an independent film producer named Gary Andrews.

Last week, I spoke of my article about the Legend of Sarah Jane that blew up in the past. My article about Bragg Road was no different. Although it didn’t surpass the views of the first one, I saw that people were interested in this lore. Before getting into the story, I would like to make a plea to whoever is using the nice signage for target practice: please point your shotgun somewhere else, because we don’t need that kind of stuff.

Bragg Road is different from Sarah Jane Road because there may be something there. As I said in the blog, I did see the light, but not close, as most people seem to tell me happened to their acquaintances. I have yet to talk to someone who has seen the light in front of them or hovering over their car. It’s always a cousin, friend, or neighbor. That don’t work for me, so it is ongoing research on what it might have been.

I’ll leave a link to the article at the bottom of the page, but this was kind of the first time that we tried to do a logical paranormal investigation. It was the 1980s, and no Ghost Adventures TV show existed. (And that was a good thing!) What did exist was Loyd Auerbach’s book ESP, Hauntings and Poltergeists: A Parapsychologist’s Guide Handbook. So, we tried to document who, how, and what was traveling down that night’s eight-mile stretch. I will say that Paul Newman (not the actor/salad dressing king) did an excellent job of figuring out if the light we saw was a vehicle traveling down the road by brushing the tire tracks off the road. So, we knew just how many cars had passed. But the conclusion was a light that looked like an oncoming train. It never got close to us. It’s still a mystery. If you have a story and you’re not related to West End Wanda, then email me at rediscoveringsetx@gmail.com.

One thing I will always promote is the cemetery tours on Broadway in Galveston. Author Kathleen Maca does these tours, and she literally wrote the books on the cemetery. I’m excited for our upcoming tour of Magnolia Cemetery on the 20th and 22nd, and if you get a chance, the historical knowledge of Kathleen on the residents of the cemeteries on Broadway is a treasure that you shouldn’t miss. She also has ghost tours on the strand. I’ll leave her info below.

Until next week, stay safe and out of Houston.

Adiós

Heritage Haunted Happy Hour:

https://flic.kr/s/aHsknrEXWN

Stingy Jack   

Loyd Auerbach:

https://www.parapsych.org/users/profparanormal/profile.aspx

Legend of Bragg Road:

https://www.rediscoveringsetx.com/2012/10/30/legend-of-bragg-road-saratoga-light/

Kathleen Maca:

http://kathleenmaca.com/

http://kathleenmaca.com/index.php/book-signings/

2nd Annual Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour

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Join us for the 2nd Annual Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour.

Thursday, October 20th, 4:30 – 6:30

Saturday, October 22nd, 10:00 – 2:00

The purpose of this tour is to promote the rich history of our area through the lived experiences of our past residents. There are many stories, mostly forgotten over time, that we feel need to be told and remembered. We hope you will enjoy this opportunity to look back on our SETX history and will share some of the stories about the people you will learn about on the tour.

Thoughts and Ramblings: The Great Pumpkin; the Church of Port Arthur; the Legend of Sarah Jane Road; Evelyn Keyes was not happy; and the Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour.

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October is here, and Fall is upon us. I’m not going to talk about Pumpkin Spice, but I may mention The Great Pumpkin if triggered because Linus was always the smart one of the bunch, although Marcie would have probably made a good researcher—I digress.

According to Celtic/European legends, the veil begins to thin from the two worlds at this time of year, but as a child growing up in Port Arthur, I just wanted candy. Everything was good for the most part, but when I was trick-or-treating as a child, I had to make explicit gestures to a kid at the Church of Port Arthur on 19th street because he was trolling his “You are going to hell because your parents won’t let me have candy” scenario. Story below!

It’s also that time of year when newspaper reporters come out of the woodwork and search for a few of us to play on Halloween-themed articles. I get it, but I don’t envy them for having a deadline. I post weekly, but as I’ve stated before, I don’t make money from this blog, so sometimes you’re not getting much. There are a few haunts, stories, and legends that I will get into this month, so tag your favorite one, new-to-this-area person on the local news beat, and possibly launch your career, with my info. Good luck and Godspeed, new journalist.

Back in 2012, when this blog began, I did an article on the Legend of Sarah Jane Road, and it blew up. At the time, I was getting a few hits a day, but the website was new, and a regional history blog is as niche as it gets. Well, one day, for some reason, people began to share the article throughout the world. In twenty-four hours, it had reached nearly 12,000 views from Russia and Malaysia to South America. It wasn’t a great article, but many SETX ex-residents worldwide remembered their own version of this story. That’s fine with me, but I stand with Mr. Block on the fact that the Port Arthur News reporter doing his theme at Sarah Jane Block’s expense is fiction. Speaking of Mr. Block, I’ll link to the article and his website because he did a few spooky/entertaining stories around this time of the year.

Last week I brought up Bessie Reid and her story of Kisselpoo. When researching Mrs. Bruce Reid (as Florence Stratton always referred to her in her weekly letter), I stopped by the Museum of the Gulf Coast to get copies of the information that Sarah, the curator at the time, had on Mrs. Reid. While we waited for the printer to finish, I noticed that some of the exhibits had been moved from the first to the second floor. I also noticed that the Evelyn Keyes exhibition was now on the second floor. So, knowing that Evelyn died in 2008 and that the Aladdin lamp in the exhibit contains some of her ashes, I asked, “How does Evelyn like her new home?”. The printer immediately jammed. I don’t know if Scarlet’s sister jammed that printer, but I assume she was not pleased. I’ll add that Evelyn Keyes left Port Arthur at age three when her father died, but she stayed in touch, unlike other celebrities that y’all put on a pedestal, so she’s alright in my book.

The Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour is planned and ready. The dates are Thursday, October 20th, from 4:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. and Saturday, October 22nd,  from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. The tour is free and will feature some old and new names. This tour is a history tour of the deceased residents of Beaumont. There will be ten speakers on Thursday and nine on Saturday, so come out and listen to the history of the cemetery residents.

Until next week, slán go fóill.

                                     Halloween on 19th st in Port Arthur

When I was growing up, October was special to me. Not only is it my birth month, but it was also a time of great joy. CavOILcade was still something to look forward to, and toward the end of the month we would always anticipate trick-or-treating down 19th Street with keen enthusiasm.

I vaguely remember my sisters telling ghost stories in the living room. (Does anyone remember the man with the golden arm?) Just when the spooky part would happen, Tiger, our cat, would jump up onto the air-conditioning window unit outside and scare the hell out of us. I loved that cat!

Trick-or-treating was special. We would walk down 19th Street to the train bridge, knocking on doors and waiting excitedly for our treats. Of course, not everyone enjoyed this time. There was that fly-by-night church (if I recall correctly, it was called the Church of Port Arthur) where some kid who looked to be 10 years old yelled at us that we were all going to hell. I promptly responded, “And a fun time we will have!” He didn’t respond. I guess that was the only thing he had been taught to say.

For the most part I did have a good time haunting 19th Street in my cheap Casper costume. I will say though that that damned rubber band on the bargain-basement mask never lasted the whole night, but it made it as far as the house where candy was consumed with great relish. I guess in all honesty I wasn’t a friendly ghost. Just ask the 10 year old at the Church of Port Arthur.

I also remember this was the time when there were stories of some candy being tainted with horrible things, such as razor blades. My father was first to make sure that the candy was safe and edible. Of course he took it upon himself to eat each candy where the wrapper had been slightly disturbed. Even at a young age I could figure this ploy out.

Halloween was special while I was growing up. We had fun in somewhat dark times, but all in all, it was a joyful time in my life, and now I would like to commemorate those who made this time a hoot! Even that poor 10 year old. I hope that in his later years he found greater happiness than that derived from yelling at children who were looking for candy.

Legend of Sarah Jane Road:

https://www.rediscoveringsetx.com/2012/10/23/legend-of-sarah-jane-road/

W.T. Block:

http://www.wtblock.com/Default.htm

http://wtblock.org/spooky.htm

Evelyn Keyes:

https://www.rediscoveringsetx.com/2014/04/06/tales-from-hallowed-ground-evelyn-keyes/