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Thoughts and Ramblings The Evening Edition: Sabine Pass Cemetery, Beaumont Municipal Airport Fly-In, I-10, and TxDOT is the Devil

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Page Cemetery

Yesterday, I returned to Sabine Pass Cemetery to visit ol’ Kate and get a few more photos of the bluebonnets engulfing Page Cemetery and a couple of other plots. The temperature was 74 degrees, and the weather was perfect, unlike last week, when temperatures topped out at 54 degrees and a cold wind and drizzle affected the survey. What a difference a week makes in SETX. I was also there to photograph the Page Cemetery stone to send to the Historical Commission to verify that it is “Page” and not “Pace,” as stated in the records. I guess Google needs to update its maps as well. It’s “Cemetery Road,” not “Pace Cemetery Road.”

Driving to Sabine Pass

Speaking of roads, I don’t think I’ve mentioned anything about the new road that heads to Sabine Pass. They built it further inland and away from the ship channel. While it’s very nice, I must say it has a few dips, and I was airborne a few times—but I digress.

After my trip to Sabine Pass, I high-tailed it to Beaumont for the Beaumont Municipal Airport Fly-In. I thought it was an excellent event and will certainly be back there for other events. A couple of things caught my eye. The first was the Vultee “Valiant” BT-13. There are few of these trainers left because most were sold for parts for crop dusters. It’s a beautiful plane, and the pilot/owner was a wealth of knowledge about the history of his Valiant. I’m glad he decided to fly in, as he said that he wasn’t really planning to be there but changed his mind when he saw his plane in the Fly-In advertisement. “I guess that if they make you Miss March on the cover, you ought to show up.” 

Another gem at the Fly-In was the Nanchang CJ-6A Chinese trainer. I’ve never seen anything like it. Sorry to geek out with World War II aviation talk, but it looked like someone took a fuselage from a Nakajima B5N2 “Kate” and the wings of a Vought F4U Corsair and put them on a three-wheel cart. It’s gorgeous, and the pilot/owner loves every minute of flying it. Another odd thing I had never seen before was the three pegs sticking out from the top of the wings and in front of the plane near the nose. These were used to tell the pilot and trainee that the wheels were down. In the air, when the wheels were retracted, the pegs slide into the wings and fuselage to show the crew that they were up.

There were a few other vintage planes and two helicopters at the show, but most planes were a hodgepodge of civilian aircraft enticed by the cheap fuel. Some of these could also be called vintage, or they at least looked the part. But the highlight, at least for me, was when the T-6 Texan landed. She is a beauty. As you may have figured out, I love planes of this era, and the Texan is high on my list because it was the last trainer for pilots. After you graduated from flying this gem, your options as a newly certified killer of the skies were endless—that is, until you come across some guy with a clipboard helping his buddies get the good planes, while leaving you in a lottery with all the other new pilots. I base this statement on Ken Thomas’s reflection of his time flying a P-47 Thunderbolt in World War II. His story is told on the Warrior Next Door podcast. If you want to hear a great oral history story, check out the link at the bottom.

Well, that’s about it for this extra edition. I believe that everyone was happy yesterday. Kate with her new bow, me looking at the vintage planes, pilots getting cheap fuel, and Beaumont Municipal Airport enjoying the turnout from the event. I assume that the only ones ticked off were the people on I-10 westbound, as when I passed them, they were backed up in Beaumont; however, when I talked to the Valiant pilot, he said he had flown over I-10, and it was backed up to the Anahuac bridge. I-10 and TxDOT are the devil.

The Warrior Next Door Podcast: https://www.thewarriornextdoor.com/ken-thomas

Thoughts and Ramblings: The Yellow Jack, Kate, and the Two Sarahs; Willie Nelson; the GPR Survey; Olveta Culp; Jackie Cochran; and the Nachthexen

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Last week, I talked about the mass grave of yellow fever victims from 1862; I’ve also mentioned the Yellow Jack before in connection to Kate Dorman lore. So, let’s get into what happened and the history of that time.

In July of 1862, the yellow fever epidemic hit Sabine Pass as a result of a vessel that ran the blockade by the Union navy. At least one thousand people deserted the area, afraid of what was then known as the Yellow Jack. The fever killed a hundred people in Sabine and Beaumont combined, forty of whom were Confederate soldiers. At the time, a woman named Kate Dorman, who owned the Catfish Hotel, saw her tenants fleeing like everyone else in Sabine Pass, but she stood strong. Seeing the sick and dying from the wretched disease, she turned her hotel into a makeshift hospital. With no regard for their health, Kate, Sarah Vosburg, and Sarah Ann King Court cared for the unwell.

Sarah Ann King Court

At this time, Union forces were in the area but were not permitted to take the town because of the yellow fever outbreak. It wasn’t until October that the federals decided to land in Sabine and take out a fort and the calvary barracks. They had a howitzer but needed a horse and a cart to transport it, so they took Kate’s. Only God and the Union navy know what wrath Kate unleashed upon them. After seizing Kate’s horse and cart, the soldier in command went to Kate’s husband and said that they would hang him if he didn’t shut up his wife because hanging a woman in 1862 would not look good for the federals. Also, legend has it that the commander assured Kate they would return both the horse and the cart. And they did. Even in war, ticking off a four-foot-eleven Irish woman is not good.

I don’t know if this is accurate, but according to Willie Nelson, “you can’t hang a man for killin’ a woman who’s tryin’ to steal your horse.” I assume it would be reversed if the woman owned the horse and some guy and his foreign military invader buddies were the thieves. So, I guess Kate would have had to shoot him and go to trial, but it was wartime, and Texas law did not matter when the state was invaded by a foreign power, so I have no idea. Maybe I thought about this too much. I guess I should post this on one of Wanda’s pages so that an argument would ensue. I’m certain that a few of her besties would be in Facebook jail after commenting.

Well, the ground penetrating radar (GPR) survey was not good. The results were not good because of the weather conditions and the ground’s saturation. The GPR only worked up to a meter down, which meant nothing was found. I assume we need to be out there in August’s hot, dry, and drought-like conditions. This is fine with me, and I’m sure the others will agree because it was cold! Currently, with notice, I have no problem volunteering for this project. One thing I wonder about is if it is in the marsh. I don’t know if the GPR is something that could be used. I’m sure there’s something out there, but there are many more intelligent people than me in the mix, so I’ll let them handle it going forward.

Jackie Cochran

Yes, it is Women’s History Month, and I want to bring up Olveta Culp, but I’m pro-Florence Stratton, so I’ll do it like this. William P. Hobby married Willie Cooper in New Orleans in 1915. Florence was best friends with Hobby and Willie, so much so that she lived in the Texas governor’s mansion. There is lore that when Willie died, Florence may have thought that W. P. would marry her, but he married Olveta instead in 1931. Hobby was fifty-three at the time, and Florence was forty-nine, but Olveta was twenty-six. Not knowing anything else other than that, I will leave you with this quote from Jackie Cochran, the head of the Women Airforce Service Pilots (WASP), on Olveta, “I will not serve under a woman who doesn’t know her ass from a propeller.”

Jackie with her WASP trainees

Jackie Cochran was a pilot and didn’t have time for political BS like Olveta. She also knew that her gals in WASP could ferry planes from the factories to their destination for the war effort, while their male counterparts were in combat roles. She was the first woman to fly a bomber across the Atlantic and volunteered for a time in England. So, she saw how female pilots were a great resource for the war effort. They were appreciated, unlike the WASP women here in the United States, or the Nachthexen who were flying real sorties against the Germans. I want to get into that in a bit.

It’s amazing how much crap oozes to the surface when people do things that tick off others. What did they do? They did a man’s job and probably did it better. Many men took offense for some damn reason that women were wearing the uniform and getting the job done. The crap that these women had to go through, including the sabotaging of their planes! Really! Some of the pilots died because of this. These jacklegs, who never saw combat, were ticked off because a woman could fly a plane. That is the lowest form of life, and I compare this to the Russians, or should I say the Soviets?

Nachthexen Night Witches

I mentioned the Nachthexen (Ночные ведьмы) earlier. These ladies did see combat and were equally ready to do their part. So much so, in fact, that they flew crop dusters at night on German targets. They had to turn their engines off and glide toward the target as soon as they reached their mark. They dealt with frostbite and carried out multiple bombing runs each night. Their clothes didn’t fit because they were given male uniforms, and they were not seen as proper soldiers. These were the women of the 588th Night Bomber Regiment, later known as the 46th Taman Guards Night Bomber Aviation Regiment, of the Soviet air force.

This is not really SETX history, but the Nachthexen (Night Witches) and Jackie Cochran hit a nerve with me, as much as old Kate did. Kate would have approved of Jackie Cochran, and if she had had twenty-five Night Witches, she would have dealt with the federals stealing her horse.

Until next week.

W.T. Block Yellow Fever:

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

Redheaded Stranger:

Jackie Cochran:

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

Oveta Culp Hobby:

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

WASPs:

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

Night Witches:

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

Thoughts and Ramblings: Blanche Morgan, Mrs. Bruce Reid, Eunice Stevens Stephens, and the GPR Survey

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Ground Penetrating Radar Credit: Fort Bend Archeological Society

Last week, I spoke of Blanche Morgan’s journey, and I’m enthused that some of you clicked on her story’s link because most of you don’t click on links. As I stated, she wasn’t famous; she was just trying to survive with three children and another on the way after her husband died in 1917. She succeeded with some help from her family. Still, a single/widowed woman would not be looked on positively at that time, especially because she had to endure working around refinery workers in 1917. She took it for 35 years and then got the education she wanted after she retired.

Blanche’s story triggers me because it is genuine, and she wasn’t a celebrity, so no one is trying to take advantage of her story, unlike so many in our past. She was a grandma who went to college after retiring from a hellhole after 35 years. I believe she worked hard for her education, and it’s inspiring that even back then, she prevailed. Good for her, and there are many similar stories in our area if you look in the right places. On the Magnolia Cemetery tour, we champion people like this because their stories are ones of inspiration and the hope that, no matter how bad things get, you can climb above your situation. Although Blanche rests in Oak Bluff Cemetery in Port Neches, I’ll continue to sing her praises on my blog along with others who are inspiring to us.

Bessie Reid

Another woman I’ll always sing the praises of is Mrs. Bruce Reid. Bessie Reid was from Port Arthur, and literally created the textbook on the Native American history of Texas back in the 1930s with the help of journalist Florence Stratton. I say help because both of their names are on the book’s cover, along with that of Berniece Burrough, who illustrated it. But the stories were collected by Bessie Reid. Most likely, they were written by Florence, but the research was all Bessie’s. The book was called When the Storm God Rides: Tejas and Other Indian Legends, and it was used as a textbook for more than 40 years in Beaumont schools. Also, if you’ve ever heard of the legend of Kisselpoo, then you might be happy to know that Bessie first published it on July 1, 1923. You might not be happy to hear that it was a work of fiction concocted from her research on Texas Indian tribes, but all the same, it was an interesting story.

Eunice Stevens Stephens was someone that I probably wouldn’t have gotten along with, for the simple reason that we would have disagreed about our common interest. We both sang the praises of the same person, her aunt, Florence Stratton, but in the end, some discrepancies in her newspaper interviews in the early 1980s threw off many historians. I don’t blame Eunice for this because, when it came to age and other personal information, Florence lied about most of it, maybe because that’s what you did as a single woman in the 1930s. I have no idea. Also, when Eunice answered reporters’ questions, she may not have been of sound mind in the 1980s. Most of her interviews were conducted near the end of her life. But there were some interesting nuggets that Eunice shared from Florence’s time that I’m grateful for. One thing both Eunice and I would agree on is that Florence’s story needs to be told. I can only hope Eunice would appreciate my determination to bring the facts to light and keep Florence’s history alive. Whatever the case, we will see!

I spent Saturday in Sabine Pass, helping with a GPR (Ground-Penetrating Radar) survey of the Sabine Pass Cemetery. The survey was done by a few members of the Fort Bend Archeological Society and volunteers from the Jefferson County Historical Commission. The reason for the survey is to find the whereabouts of the mass grave of yellow fever victims who died in 1862. For those who haven’t been to Sabine Pass Cemetery, it’s a cluster of cemeteries with a low-lying field in the middle. I believe that besides the mass grave, there are four actual cemeteries: Pace Cemetery, Sabine Pass Cemetery, Wildwave Cemetery, and an unnamed Black cemetery. Some believe the mass grave is in the middle, while others think it may be in a marshy area to the north of Wildwave. This GPR survey may answer some questions in the search for the grave.

GPR surveys are an interesting process. A surveyor grids out two 40-meter x 40-meter blocks, and then one person pushes the GPR every half meter until all the 40-meter rows have been scanned. It’s kind of like mowing your lawn, or to be more accurate, like fertilizing your lawn with a drop spreader, because anyone who’s ever used a drop spreader knows your lines must be straight or you’ll see the spots you missed once the fertilizer takes hold.

After the area is scanned, the data are brought back to the office and put in a computer for analysis. It should take a few days to know if there’s a possibility that the graves are there. So, hopefully, we’ll know soon.

Well, that’s it for this week. I’m going to thaw out now, because my feet and fingers are still a bit frozen from the damp Sabine Pass wind.

Thoughts and Ramblings: The Rocket; Both the Alamo and Emily Morgan are Haunted; International Womens Day

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A Houston Park 1965

Sometimes, you encounter unexpected gems while eating a popsicle and surfing the internet. I have written about the rocket located at Rose Hill Park in Port Arthur. I have many fond memories of climbing inside and outside the three-tier structure. As a kid, that rocket took us to many strange new worlds, but it tended to freaked out our parents when they found us near the top outside the bars.

I have always wanted to find a photo of the rocket slide, but I fear that one doesn’t exist. Yesterday, a social media site posted a picture that was similar to the Rose Hill Park rocket, and I did what all of you do on social media—I nicked it. The photo was taken in a Houston park around 1965. I assume that many kids there did the same thing we did and hope that they survived. I miss a few things from my childhood, and the rocket is number one on the list. If anyone remembers this three-tier gem, I hope that you enjoy the photo from the Texas Chronicles: History, Mystery and Adventure Facebook page. I’ll leave a link at the bottom so that you can praise them for their content . . . or nick their photos. But I digress.

While listening to an audiobook called Haunted in America, the author mentioned both the Alamo and the Emily Morgan Hotel, which stand next to each other. I have visited both, and no, nothing out of the ordinary happened, except for one time. After checking into our room at the Emily Morgan, we opened the door to discover the remnants of some sort of party held the night before. I assumed that this was not paranormal, as garbage and wine glasses were in the room. Possibly, housekeeping missed it. I’m not Wanda, so I understand both the pluses and minuses of service work. We quickly got another room on the eleventh floor, from which we could peer into the back part of the Alamo. I should add that someone who’s not a ghost greeted us at 6:30 a.m. by using a blower eleven stories below to get the grounds ready for the day’s tours. I never realized that gas blowers could be heard eleven stories up in a hotel room. I guess I’ll take this into account at work because people in the Oaks District might be a little unhappy with this scenario.

Yes, both the Alamo and the Emily Morgan are supposedly haunted, but back in the 2000s, I didn’t get into the ghostly history of San Antonio. Actually, I’m not a fan of the 300-year-old city, but a friend, Charles Irwin, was from there, and he pointed out what I should see when I visit, and the Spanish Missions were on the list. They were interesting, and the history was somewhat fascinating, but I’lwondered why there was no gas station within 10 miles of the Alamo. Just saying. I also uncovered something at the Emily Morgan that I couldn’t explain. When checking the room service menu, I noticed a dog bowl, which was $35 in 2007. Sorry, Snoopy, but no!

This past week featured International Women’s Day, and I want to mention a few names in this blog that I’ve brought up during my eleven-year run. These SETX residents, while not internationally known, deserve praise for lives well lived and making our world a better place.

Blanche Morgan is a name that most will not recognize, but she was inspiring all the same. Her story was sent to me by a reader. Imagine that you’re married with three children (and another one on the way) and that your husband gets killed. This was Blanche Morgan’s fate, and after her husband’s death in 1917, she spent 35 years working at the Gulf refinery. Not to bad-mouth Gulf refinery workers, but a widow with four children would not have been treated like a delicate flower at the time—or any time since. Please keep this in mind.

After her retirement in 1952, she enrolled at Lamar Tech to study religious education and earned a degree. Her story can be read at the link below.

Blanche’s Journey: An Early Look at Life in Port Arthur

Ida Luvonia Graham, along with her husband Charles Frank Luckett Nordman Graham, Ida spent her life aiding people in the African-American community. Ida (and her husband) played huge roles in, for example, helping the needy through the Christmas Tree project (1920), organizing the first black YMCA (1930), helping plan a YWCA (1931), and improving race relations in Beaumont.

I’ll have more names for you next week but will leave you with some that are controversial—yep, Rita, Grace, and Nelda.

Rita Ainsworth

Well, anyone who knows the history of Beaumont knows this name. Rita was the owner of the Dixie Hotel, and she was quite a businesswoman. The Dixie was different from other hotels in Beaumont because patrons rarely slept there. You see, Rita was actually a madam and did very well through the years before the James Commission shut the bordello down in the 1960s.

Two things always noted about Rita Ainsworth are her philanthropy and charity. Some say she had a heart of gold. Among the recipients of her wealth were churches and Little League baseball teams, and legend has it that she sponsored a priest through seminary training. She also reserved the third floor of her establishment for older men with no other place to go. While most other hotels charged a dollar a day for rent , Rita’s monthly bill of seven dollars included meals. 

Grace Woodyard

Speaking of bordellos, I could not pass over this Port Arthur entrepreneur. Like Rita, Grace ran a very successful business; however, unlike Rita, Mrs. Woodyard’s clientele tended to be the multitudes of seaman entering the port of Port Arthur. As the story goes, the City of Port Arthur could not pay its electricity bill, so being a good citizen (along with the ability to look the other way), she paid it in full. Her reign ended when the James Commission moved in.

For good reads and more on the histories of both Rita and Grace, please check out the book Betting, Booze, and Brothels by local authors Wanda A. Landry and Laura C. O’Toole.

Nelda Stark

Whatever side of the history fence you are on, you cannot make a list like this and not include Nelda Stark. She had an interesting life. There is a bit of controversy about how history should perceive her, so to represent both sides, I will provide two links:

http://starkfoundation.org/about-the-foundation/founders/nelda-childers-stark/

http://www.ifthedevilhadawife.com/

Good luck and God Speed!

Thoughts and Ramblings: U.S.S. Texas, Magnolia Sealy, Catherina Jeanette Stengele, and Florence Stratton

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I thought I would start by throwing some shade on certain Galveston family elites while singing the praises of Magnolia Sealy and her part in helping Galvestonians after the great storm of 1900. However, before I get to that, it seems that the Texas Battleship Foundation has decided to take two of the three cities off the list without committing to the third. Baytown and Beaumont now have no chance of hosting the ship. I sort of understand why they made this decision, but I don’t know why the Foundation hasn’t figured out where she is going. Is there an actual plan? I assume there is, but when you throw out legal/political wording in your statement, to me, that means you have no clue what you’re doing.

Let’s get into the facts of this situation, and if someone at the foundation, or dare I say, someone in Austin, calls me out on this, I would love an accurate reply to what the hell is going on. So let’s go.

The Texas Legislature approved $35 million to fix the ship. In my opinion, it wasn’t out of the goodness of their hearts because politicians have no hearts or souls. This was a “Here is $35 million, so go away” moment. Some ask why the U.S.S. Texas wouldn’t go back to San Jacinto. I’ll tell you why: It’s because Texas Parks and Wildlife, which funded the ship, no longer cares where it’s moored, as long as the state of Texas doesn’t have to pay for it. So where are we now?

The U.S.S. Texas will find a new home, but it may not be Galveston. Will Corpus Christi get involved because they seem to know how to care for a ship? I have not heard anything about the U.S.S. Lexington being in disrepair. I also believe that the Texas Battleship Foundation has run out of options. Mooring it in saltwater will probably be their only option. Additionally, in a video made before the U.S.S. Texas was dry docked, someone stated that they receive 80,000–90,000 paid visitors per year at their old mooring in LaPorte, but to be self-sufficient, they would need about 250,000 paid visitors a year. That is a lot of required traffic, to say the least.

Wherever they move her, I’m still ready to help out, just as long as they have competent leadership and a plan. I’ve certainly burned a few bridges with organizations, both local and afar, two of which I’ve heard good things about, but we will see.

Speaking of the Galveston Historical Foundation, I toured the Sealy Mansion in 2013 and learned much about Magnolia Sealy. Although there is much history to the Sealy’s, I want to add that during the Great Storm of 1900, Magnolia opened her doors to 200 people. She gave them food and shelter when others whose houses were still standing did not. And she let them stay there for a couple of months, while other well-to-do individuals turned their backs on Galvestonians. I’m not going to bring up Mattress Mack and a certain megachurch in Houston during Hurricane Harvey, but I’m pro-Magnolia and Mack. I have no opinion on Galveston and mega-church elites.

There are many women in SETX worthy of praise, and I would like to add a few more here. Some are featured on our annual Historic Magnolia Cemetery Tour, such as Catherina Jeanette Stengele. I’ve talked about her many times and told of her journey from Holland to Baltimore, Maryland, and then to Beaumont in the 1890s. She was a milliner and also financed at eight percent; this is where she made her money. She was successful in life and made a good living in the 1890s without a husband, and since she was a female and an immigrant, she could not vote during her time. Yet she prospered.

Of course, I must bring up Florence Stratton, whom I spent ten years researching. I am glad to donate what I uncovered to whomever is interested. Florence was an influential and beloved character in Beaumont’s history who contributed much to this city. She documented the “who’s who” of SETX in her weekly letter to the public, which ran from 1926 to 1938, and she started both the Milk and Ice Fund and the Empty Stocking Fund to aid low-income families. She was a charitable person behind the scenes as well, helping out regular people in need. I’m very happy about the increased interest in her life because she deserves it.

Well, this week is done, and I’m tired, so hopefully, we won’t have any more boat talk until they make a clear decision. Until next week. Ahoy!