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A. C. Greene’s personal library, complete and in toto, including rare copies of his own work, for ONLY $150,000!  Thousands of volumes, including a complete set of Greene’s own œuvre and many other important volumes of Texana and Americana with his handwritten marginalia!  (Collection for sale only en bloc; serious inquiries only.)

 

A. C. Greene is one of my absolute favorite Texas authors.  I read his first major (nationally released) book, A Personal Country, when it first came out in 1969; Mother had bought a copy for the library, read it, loved it, handed it to me.  I discovered that this was a man who was writing about the country where I grew up, the country where he had grown up, the kind people he and I had both known at each end of the same two-generation span . . . it was one of the first books I ever read that told me about myself and why and who I was.

I loved it.  I loved it enough that when I moved to Austin in 1975, I searched down a copy of the 1969 first edition—fortunately easy to do at the time, as it hadn’t been out of print long enough to be difficult.  Not long after, I scored a first edition of Larry McMurtry’s The Last Picture Show, another book that told How It Was about the place where I grew up.  The McMurtry has appreciated far more in the intervening years; a quick look on Bookfinder shows signed first printings of A Personal Country selling for $50 to $75, while a signed first of The Last Picture Show brings about $1,000.  (Yes, my copies of both books are signed.)

Since my copy is a signed first and I want to preserve its condition, I don’t read it all that often these days*—but I don’t need to.  The important parts of the book are part of me, and I carry them with me for always.

 

* There are books in my collectible Texana that I read regularly, most notably John Graves’s Goodbye to a River.  November doesn’t quite feel right if I don’t read it then.

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I just ranted at my mother

My mother is not only a small-town library director, she’s also a damn good grassroots historian—a term coined by C. L. Sonnichsen, meaning someone who is not necessarily trained in academic history, but who does important primary-source work, recognizing “that the original researcher was an old plainsman lying in a buffalo wallow standing off a bunch of Comanches–and too busy to write anything down,” and capable of “conversational dentistry–every fact wrenched out by the roots.”

The problem is that, although she’s remarkably well-informed and well-researched on all kinds of local history, she’s rarely written down what she knows.  Two pieces she knows the most about that she’s never written are the lynching of John Wesley Hardin’s brother Jo in 1874, and the ethnic cleansing of Comanche County in 1886, to be documented more fully in the forthcoming book Buried in the Bitter Waters, for which she provided a good deal of help and material to the author.  Both stories are important local history and need to be told, particularly the Hardin story since no one has ever told this aspect of it.  (Wes’s brother spent several years as deputy clerk of the county court; the county clerk registers land deeds among other duties, and Jo took advantage of his position to engage in a massive land fraud.  Mother’s great-grandfather was one of his victims.  The problem was Jo was so slick at land fraud that no one could prove it, although the community knew him to be guilty as sin.  The affair with Wes just provided a convenient excuse to get rid of someone who needed killing for a different reason.)

Mother has been threatening to write the Hardin article since I was in high school, and in the last few years she’s gotten into researching the local Negro diaspora in connection with the book.  So while we were on the phone tonight and she told me the book’s author had specifically told her he wished she would write an unpublished paper about it which he could then cite as a primary source, but that he had also said he didn’t think she’d ever do it and sure enough she didn’t, I went off and lectured her up one side and down the other.  I told her she probably knew the most of any person living about those two subjects, that she’d been saying “I’m going to write a paper Real Soon Now” for thirty years and more, and that if she didn’t get off her ass and write them and that in a hurry, the knowledge was going to die with her.  I said it was just like the scene in The Pirates of Penzance where the police are supposed to be going to fight the pirates but instead stand about endlessly singing ”We go, we go” while General Stanley keeps shouting “But you DON’T go!!”  I politely laid into her for a good five minutes about it.  At the end of it all, she said, “Yes, I know it and you and Chris both keep telling me the same thing,” which is her current variation of Real Soon Now.

I despair of it.  I don’t think she’ll ever write the articles and the knowledge will die with her, and MAYbe if the world gets lucky someone else will be able to take her notes and make an article of them.  But that article will still suffer and not be the article it could be, because it won’t have her knowledge and experience behind it.

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More mitt with money notices*

Well, mitts anyhow if not money.  A few weeks ago somebody at our outfit dreamed up a thing called the “CEO Award.”  (CEO, it turns out, stands for “Customer  Experience Owner.”  I had to ask what it meant.)  It’s given weekly to one of the level-one techs who has demonstrated outstanding customer service as evidenced by complimentary customer feedback—letters, survey responses, follow-up, and such.  Anybody, whether manager, level-two, or level-one, can nominate any level-one tech for it.  Each week the winner gets a traveling trophy to keep at his desk for that week, and an un-trumpable pass for thirty minutes off the phones at any time he likes, no matter what else is going on or how busy the queue is.  The pass expires seven days after being awarded, so you get it on Wednesday and have to use it by the next Tuesday or it’s gone.  Once a quarter, the winners’ names are put into a hat and one drawn, to be treated to Lunch Out by the team leads.  This week was the first time the award’s been given.

I won it.  The first one ever, and I won it.

Here’s the letter the customer sent that went in with my nomination.

“Just wanted to drop you a note regarding my experience with your service rep. Sam ___________.  I don’t know what I would have done without his kind and patient service when I had to reinstall the operating system on one of our school computers.  The Hard drive failed after one year and had to be replaced.  After the technician left I was responsible for installing the operating system along with all of the drivers.  We did not receive the cd with the drivers with the 30 computers we ordered.  I spoke with two other representatives at the Empire and they briefly instructed me on what to do along with sending me to the support web site…nice, but…no where did it mention what to do if you did not have the driver cd and if downloaded, what order to install them!  Sam went above and beyond in his guidance.  I will continue to purchase Empirical computers for our school because of his service.  If I had to rely only on the other two representatives I don’t think I would stay with the Empire.  I would have had to hire an IT tech to get the machine back in working order…..”

And in case you were wondering, the “trophy” is an incredibly ugly rubber skull that somebody discovered stuck in the back of a cabinet, which was much the best place for it, I think.  It’s sitting on the shelf in my cube since that’s what you’re supposed to do with it, but looking at it I feel much like the story Abraham Lincoln told about the man who was tarred, feathered, and ridden out of town on a rail, then asked how he felt about it:  “if it wasn’t for the honor of the thing, I’d rather walk.”

 

* A term stolen from Variety magazine in the days when they used to use LOTS of fanciful slang.  It translates to “applause and box-office receipts.”

 

You must interrogate the genealogical zoom lens.  Fnord.

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Oh, fuck. JUST what I did not need.

I think the air conditioner has stopped working.  I came home to find the house temperature at 85 instead of its normal 80, a definite mugginess, and air coming out of the vents that could be qualified as “cold” only by a generous standard.  And I was just about to spend a couple of hundred bucks on fixing Piet’s brakes, too.  I wonder how much THIS one is going to cost to fix, and where the money’s coming from.

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Pickups and chains and Implements of Destruction

All of these things were involved in this morning’s after-breakfast project.  I’ve been meaning to tear out a row of mildewy, overgrown Japanese spindletree (euonymus japonicus Thunb.) from the north side of the house.  Besides being diseased, the shrubs make fine hiding places for vermin and cause rot to build up (and lord knows the north side of the house doesn’t need any help with THAT).

So a while back I borrowed a pair of chains from Tomax, and today I got out and crawled around in the dirt to wrap the Chain of Command around the roots of each bush, then joined it up with her other chain and one of my own, crawled around some more to hook the other end of my chain to one of Piet’s rear spring mounts, put him into granny low, and slowly pulled up each one, along with a bunch of overgrowing Carolina coral seed (Cocculus carolinus L.) and other vegetative crap.  Currently the whole mess is lying in the side yard, waiting for me to find out when the next city brush pickup is gonna be.  Now I need to get out with a grubbing hoe and start digging up the remaining roots, as well as so much of the coral seed as I can, and re-set the bed edging that’s been undermined.  I may have to break down and Roundup the coral seed, it’s so pervasive and hard to dig up and kill.  I’m also thinking of digging up and relocating the schoolhouse lilies in the bed under the San Saba pecan, and MAYbe, if I REALLY get excited, taking down and rewiring the front yard pole lamp which has been shorted out for years, ever since I nicked the buried but unprotected Romex that runs to it from the house.  The Romex needed to be redone anyway, because some DIY-er with more enthusiasm than talent did an utterly crappy job of tying it in to the circuit.  I’m thinking I ought to put a junction box onto the house to protect the join, then run the new Romex inside a conduit and bury that.

And in the process of pulling out euonymus and coral seed runners that got up inside the silly little decorative shutters nailed beside each window, I discovered that they’ve rotted from the back and are all to pieces, not to mention harboring carpenter ants, so they’re coming down as well.  I swear, the more I look at the condition of the north house wall, the more I think it’s just standing up there by the grace of God.

 

The NCR frogs shed some of their multi-layer plating in the rice cookies.  Fnord.

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The good news is, the bad news is

The good news is that I moved up one notch in the stack rankings for this week.  “One notch—big deal!” I hear you cry.  (Yes you did so.  I heard you.)  Thing is, that one notch is from #7 to #6 out of 293 level-one techs in the stack.  It takes a helluvan effort to move one notch when you’re that close to the top, but I didn’t even make an effort.  I just kept doing exactly what I have been doing— maybe being a little more decisive myself about whether to send parts or fiddle with software, rather than asking for a decision from a level-two tech, but largely doing exactly what I have been doing all along.  It would appear that’s what I need to be doing, too.

And it counts for more than just bragging rights.  Seniority for bidding on shifts now depends on stack ranking, and all techs who are in the top twenty percent of the stack for any of three metrics get chits awarded which can be exchanged for time off the phones (extended breaks, extended lunch, etc.) or minor rewards (aka “schwag”).  The very top five techs become eligible to receive flat panel monitors that are theirs to use as long as they’re part of the call center.  And this is altogether apart from how good it looks on your semi-annual performance review.  So being #6 is a big deal, yes.

Week ending   Rank   out of
3/24   43   316
3/31   55   311
4/7   77   329
4/14   87   324
4/21   88   308
4/28   112   311
5/5   109   306
5/12*   37*   288*
5/19   16   288
5/26   14   297
6/2   8   294
6/9   7   294
6/16   6   293

* Due to data integrity issues, the rolling 13-week rank was reset to start over with the beginning of Q2.

And the bad news is I got told a week ago that I’m being re-organized off my team, effective Monday—the team I’ve been with for more than 2½ years, the one on which I’m one of the most senior techs, the one I’ve been with since I started at the Empire.  I met my new manager one-on-one today.  He was hired in from an outside firm rather than being promoted from within, as most of our managers have been.  While both my former managers say they like him and that he’s Good People, I wasn’t so impressed on first meeting.  Some of the things he told me about his style and goals struck me as being from the category of Protesting Too Much.  There are some things you don’t say you do, you demonstrate them by doing them and let us figure it out.

Hm.  The Boss Who Came In from the Outside . . . sounds like “The Spy Who Came In from the Cold.”  I think he just got dubbed “Smiley.”

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Seen on a Mercedes E320 ragtop:

O  LOWRD

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Jaxon, 1941-2006

by M. B. Taboada, American-Statesman staff

Austin artist Jack “Jaxon” Jackson, generally credited as the first underground cartoonist, died Thursday.  He was 65.

Jackson’s body was found Thursday night outside the Pleasant Valley Cemetery in Stockdale, where his parents were buried.  His death is being investigated as a suicide, according to the Wilson County Sheriff’s office.

Jackson’s first underground comic, “God Nose,” appeared in 1964.  He co-founded Rip Off Press, one of the first independent publishers of underground comics, in San Francisco in 1969.

Jackson was well-known as a historian cartoonist who created graphic novels of Texas history, including “Comanche Moon,” “Los Tejanos” and “El Alamo.”  He was the art director of Family Dog, which promoted concerts in San Francisco.  Jackson received multiple awards for his work, including a lifetime fellowship of the Texas State Historical Association.

“He was someone very accomplished who had come before me and treated me like a peer and made me feel like I was a part of the club,” said Sam Hurt, a 48-year-old Austin cartoonist whose work became prominent in Austin in 1980.  “Like a lot of cartoonists, there was something about (his) presence that resonated in his cartoons.”  Hurt described Jackson’s work as having an “amazing level of detail.”

A mentor to other cartoonists, Jackson was the first artist featured at the South Austin Museum of Popular Culture when it opened to the public in 2004.  The museum will create a memorial for him, said Leea Meeching, executive director.

“He has left us with visions of imagined worlds and of the steps made on it by others,” wrote Emma Little, a close friend of Jackson’s, in an e-mail sent Friday to his friends and colleagues.  “He enriched our imaginations and our hearts.”

Jackson is survived by his wife, Tina, and son, Sam.

A memorial service will be held at 11 AM Saturday, June 17th at Hyde Park Christian Church, 610 E. 45th St.

 

Jaxon and his family were our neighbors across the street for several years during the 1990s, and his son and T were childhood best friends.  I also introduced him to my mother, and they immediately became friends over their common interest in Texas history, and particularly in the gunfighter John Wesley Hardin.  (Both of them are what C. L. Sonnichsen called “grassroots historians,” largely self-taught but doing significant and important work in their field.)  I called Mother a little earlier today to tell her the news, and she said she still felt grateful and privileged, all these years later, to have known Jack.  Jack was also, at least in part, responsible for T’s interest in professional athletics and eventually her decision to become an athletic trainer; she first learned about serious football from sitting with Jack and Sam in Jack’s living room on Sundays watching the Cowboys play.

I last saw him in late May of this year at his 65th birthday party, held at his home in Austin; he looked very drawn and tired.  Even the presence of a company of friends and well-wishers, including Eddie Wilson of Threadgill’s, poster artist Micael Priest, former City Council member Daryl Slusher and others, didn’t help much.  I believe he grew tired of fighting his illnesses (arthritis, diabetes and prostate cancer), and simply decided “fuck it all.”

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DUDE!!

I think I may have mentioned that the Empire has been carrying on a bigtime “improve the customer experience” initiative this year, as a way of beginning to recover our customers’ former high opinion of our tech support.  As part of this, we’re encouraged (at least in Auric Tech Support we are) to send follow-up emails providing our direct contact information (names, email addresses, and direct phone extensions in clear, not in code) and letting customers know when parts have shipped, when they can expect to hear from onsite service technicians, and so on.  Sending the follow-ups isn’t mandatory, but it’s certainly encouraged.  I’ve been pretty diligent about sending them, because it not only makes the customers happier, it means I get more customers following up with me instead of calling back to the main queue, and that helps improve my case resolution rate.  The emails seem to make a big difference to the customers.  They’re astonished that somebody actually FOLLOWED UP instead of dismissing a case once the repair order’s been placed.

About mid-morning today, an email hit my inbox from a Very High Executive at the Empire—the #2 man in the company next to the Founder Himself.  This isn’t so surprising; corporate broadcast emails sometimes go out under his name.  This one didn’t look quite like a broadcast, though, so I opened it to see what now.

“What now” was a customer compliment letter sent by someone whose portable I’d worked on yesterday.  So far as I was concerned the case was a very ordinary, run-of-the-mill LCD replacement for dead pixels, but he sure didn’t think so.  He attached copies of the emails I’d sent him, and then said

Attached is a example of why the Empire is hands down, the best computer company.  This is fantastic service.  I have dealt with customers who use all types of computers, and without a doubt, the Empire has the best products and service.  You folks really have it figured out and are doing it right.  Keep up the good work.

Number Two’s cover note to me said

Sam, your clear attention to customers needs is telling, and you have made a huge fan with your consistent communication and follow through.  Well done!  We should share this note with others so that everyone can see and experience the feelling customers have when we serve them in an excellent manner.

The cc: list contained four very, VERY senior executives/directors and . . . Our Founder himself!

Well, if I’m gonna be brought to the attention of top management, I have to say this is certainly the way I’d want it to happen.  Naturally, I forwarded copies to my boss and grandboss, and within a few minutes here came my grandboss around the corner to shake my hand and congratulate me in person.  Then he forwarded the mail to the entire team (two hundred and some techs on my floor) with compliments of his own added.  After that, I had a stream of co-workers, managers, and managers-of-managers coming by my cube all afternoon to shake my hand and congratulate me on being recognized and acknowledged from so far up the organization.  (One manager said he’s never known anyone before who had gotten a personal email from #2!)

To coin a phrase, “it’s work-iiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnng . . . .”  Not only do my customers appear to be happier if I follow up, but in the employee stack ranking released last week I was, for the first time, in the top ten percent of all floor techs being ranked (number 21 of 297).  Of three measures, I was in the top twenty percent for two, and metric weighting accounted for the remaining boost.

I think they like me.

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The network works

(The following talk was given by my mother at the 2006 meeting of the Texas Library Association, to the Friends of Texas Libraries.  Her topic was “Backyard History:  The Use of Archives in Local History,” about which she was personally invited to talk by the State Librarian of Texas.  I was tremendously impressed with what she had to say, so I’m going to put it out here.)

It is my pleasure to be with you today and say a bit about the different approaches to the many uses to make of archives. I took the term “backyard” in the title seriously.  As background, my library is a small rural institution blessed with limited resources.  My own recollections appear too many times here.  I’m sorry.  As the last working founder of Comanche Public Library, there is not much of anybody else to interview from 1960.

Our theory has always been that every library needs some feature that is special to the institution.  Ours, prejudice admitted, is our Texas and Local History Collection with its genealogy connections.  Hopefully, this becomes a jewel to be enhanced and polished as time goes on.

Since you are Friends of Libraries you surely have a part in this for the Texas State Library or your favorite institution.  I was told to talk about the use of archives rather than the development of archives.  For us, these are interwoven.

A philosophy that has long governed our activity is two-fold.  Since we were a small young institution, we began with the smallest of local history collections like one or two family history books, plus a very few published titles about Comanche County, and a type-it-yourself-to-get-a-copy-before-copy-machines-existed manuscript of a county history presented as a thesis to the University of Texas at Austin in 1948.  We continued adding every Comanche County item we could scrounge.  Archives might include microfilm resources, fiche, personal narratives, tax rolls on film, Census schedules and old newspapers on film.  Photos, school items, club material, local history items of any kind.

Success, as all good Texas ranchers know, is based on wanting just what joins you.  Thus we began adding information for the four counties that join us and the counties that join them and the counties . . . .  You know where that one goes.

Our other governing principle is a motto:  The Network Works.  You can use the same technique.  My first example did not result in publication but rather in the creation of an unusual work one would not think of at first.

My friend and expert mentor, the late Lucille Boykin, head of the genealogy division at Dallas Public Library, had wide knowledge of local history also.  Jim Turner, a young man, came to her late in the summer of 1967 needing material on Populist political activity in Texas.  Summer was over.  He had to return to Harvard the next week to finish his senior year.  The time was all gone.  Lucille told him to write me at Comanche.  His letter must have gone in the post box on his way out of Dallas.  The network was working.

Comanche County had been a hotbed of Populist activity from the mid-1880s until after 1900, far longer than it was so important in the United States.  Luckily, I was already interested and had some background material.  Better yet, I had been able to interview some individuals who still knew something about the period from handed down family stories.  It was a terrible time.  A long lasting drought (1885-1887) wiped out many farmers and left economic problems that sloshed over into politics.  It was a time period that changed some things forever.  More of that later.

Jim and I learned many things working together.  Unexpected treasure popped up in my ramble through old books.  In our courthouse, a minute book from Comanche County Populist Party meetings with membership lists fell from a dusty corner.  It was not a public record.  The County Clerk did not want it.  It was abandoned.  That original handwritten document  is with us today.

Jim and I corresponded all winter.  This was his first attempt at a paper of this depth and complexity.  He worked hard.  His bibliography with manuscript, primary, and secondary sources ran to four crowded pages.  I had some good contributions and got to edit the paper.  In March 1968, Jim received the Harvard history department prize for the best undergraduate paper submitted that year.  He admitted surprise when he graduated summa cum laude.  A copy of his manuscript, a great combined information source, is in our archive today.  The work was published in a scholarly journal years later.  Jim has thanked me many times for the help.  He has been a college professor for years.  We have never seen one another to this day.  The network worked.

The network worked again based on the same disastrous events of the mid-1880s, a time when mobs rode at night in Comanche County.  Politics and hard times rolled together.  Separate from this was what we now identify as a “racial cleansing” incident.  It has nothing to do with the usual causes, voting rights, or other typical problems.

Tragically, there was an incident in 1886 in which a young Black man, a farm laborer, murdered the mistress of the house in a rural area of Comanche County.  This was the second similar incident in a twelve-year period.  It was well remembered.

Pursuit of the man, anger among residents, and other tragic events ended with a lynching.  In the days afterward some citizens pressured the local Blacks to leave the county.  A stable level-headed group of businessmen tried to keep this at bay but could not.  Local Blacks were forced to abandon their homes, property, and everything.  They were given ten days to be gone.  Some employers made every effort to protect them and avoid this; it did not work.  The Black population left and has not returned.  A published account of this episode has kept this event from fading into history.

The Network worked again when a journalist called our library in 2003 wanting information about this tragedy.  Since I knew about this and the prejudice that remains, my response was wary.  Elliot Jaspin, of the Washington Post, was on the phone.  He was an unknown interested in a topic that remains problematical even today.  Occasionally we still get contacts from journalists looking for sensationalism and wishing to stir old trouble.  After exchanging information with e-mail and phone calls, a real correspondence started.  Trust grew.

As a serious astute researcher and a former Pulitzer Prize recipient, Elliot got me on his side.  He visited us in August of 2003 to continue the information search.  He was full of questions.  There were evaluations over which we sometimes disagreed and ideas we tore apart many times.  We’ve worked strenuously attempting to keep everything absolutely level and honest.  I still do not know whether we succeeded.

I was drawn into collecting information from our resources.  We used Census population schedules, Agriculture Census records, local tax records and land records for sources.  We analyzed personal information from local newspaper archives to paint the background and depict the individuals involved.  Pieces of local history data built a background.  Having familiar, well understood, and interwoven information handy without having to chase everywhere proved a major asset.  A local “grassroots” historian threw in with us and combined archival sources to study the population, ethnic factors, cultural background, physical distribution, and economic facets.  It made a useful snapshot.

Originally, it was not clear how much local history information Elliot had collected over years of rounding up bits and pieces.  Then the snowball rolled faster as he squeezed every free minute doing research in many U.S. locations.  By today, he has a contract, a good advance, and has taken leave from his job.  He is hurrying to finish Buried in the Bitter Waters:  the Hidden History of Racial Cleansing in America to be published by Basic Books on the fall list.  This started with a telephone call to a small rural library and the network worked.

You can add more evidence that the network works.  You know that libraries are often enriched from strange sources, simple friendship or personal contact.  Who knows what places hold friendly eyes and ears?

Some scrapbooks full of newspaper clippings preserved for a family brought out the crying need to preserve the entire newspaper back file.  This was the basis for our library receiving microfilm of all surviving issues of the Comanche Chief, a huge, expensive project.  We could never have secured this except by gift.  The newspaper owners did for us what we could not do for ourselves.  They paid all costs, deposited the film with us, and continue to keep this project rolling.  The network works.

A combination of hard work, endless time invested, and diverse local materials produced a local history jewel finished a few weeks ago.  It could happen wherever you are, too.  Soda Springs Community, Comanche County, Texas is the work of a pair with diversified skills and determination.  James Chapman has devoted years at our library to collecting information on the community where he grew up.  Many notebooks lean together on his shelves.  He is a retired teacher and school administrator who loves the research phase.  He swears he can’t write.  We do not quite believe it.  A teacher who is his cool, smart, very computer-literate bride of nearly fifty years retired for the second time.  She knew if James’s work was not published it would become paper trash.  They set out with Donna keeping a firm hold on the whip and the chair as well as her keyboard, mouse and scanner.

The Soda Springs community is gone.  They drew out an eight mile square territory based on old-time school districts and land records.  They added borrowed vintage photographs, family information, data from long-vanished rural schools, interviews and oral histories, and the predictable Census, land, tax, and old newspaper records. The book, handsomely printed on good paper, is well indexed and beautifully bound.  It is a winner.

Sometimes we look askance at self-published items but this volume is the exception that proves the rule.  A second volume of genealogy information and data about area cemeteries is promised by year’s end.

Before leaving, let’s watch the network work again as the Chapmans enhanced our library from a different angle, having uncovered a set of local scrapbooks in the Soda Springs project.  In the 1950s, Texas had rural community improvement contests.  Entries were based on scrapbooks created by community members.  They covered land improvement, improved houses, churches, or farm structures, remodeling, new furnishings or a new water well.  The scrapbooks were a combination of narratives and photographs in scrapbook format.  Of course, these are a capsule portrait of a time now gone.  Donna was able to round up five of these by borrowing copies scattered in private hands.  Many were fragile originally, damaged over the years, and deteriorating.  We were able to copy them all for preservation purposes but we would never have found these ourselves.  Again, the network worked.

We located a similar set of these scrapbooks covering the Newburg community, the state-wide contest winner in 1959.  A different friend loaned these for copying.  An outstanding feature in the Newburg set is a photographic section with each family in the community standing before their own residence.  Speak of a moment frozen in time!  Again, a friend pointed the way.  The network worked.

Probably nothing has been mentioned that is unfamiliar to you, but I hope this few minutes has helped you think of new ways to turn materials and use them for fresh purposes.

 

Copyright © 2006 Margaret T. Waring.  All rights reserved.

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