tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post116939722511565575..comments2023-10-21T04:50:17.158-06:00Comments on Gunz Up: Virgie Bell's View: Hillary Should Take Care Of Her Own House FirstDe'on Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14599141539917861219noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post-1169432312771600242007-01-21T19:18:00.000-07:002007-01-21T19:18:00.000-07:00I've enjoyed seeing it before, but now I'm going t...I've enjoyed seeing it before, but now I'm going to see if I can print out your comments and go see it again. It's fascinating anyway, but especially to have the personal story behind it. I can't wait for the weather to clear up so we can go back!Semper Fi Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12593080348919275537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post-1169414877584867142007-01-21T14:27:00.000-07:002007-01-21T14:27:00.000-07:00Thanks Semper Fi Mom. That's awesome that you have...Thanks Semper Fi Mom. That's awesome that you have seen the replica of the fort at Texas Tech.<BR/><BR/>My ancestors built it out of sandstone they quarried from nearby cliffs. On the ranch, the fort sits at a right angle to the house, and, long ago, a tunnel connected the two structures. That way, if the ranch came under attack, and family members were in the house, they could escape to the fort. The original house also was fortified. There are no windows and just one door. It was easy to defend that way.<BR/><BR/>Believe it or not, the fort was still in use when my grandmother was a girl. The Mexican Revolution was raging then, and there were raids on the ranches up and down the Rio Grande River. Grandma and her sisters sought refuge in the fort several times. The walls are about 3-feet thick, so nothing and no one was getting in.<BR/><BR/>I'm glad to know someone who has seen the replica at Tech!Steve Ramoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07552888113761766511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post-1169413713088694062007-01-21T14:08:00.000-07:002007-01-21T14:08:00.000-07:00Steve, thanks for sharing about your wonderful, br...Steve, thanks for sharing about your wonderful, brave grandmother! That's some family history you have there! As soon as I read "Los Corralitos" I wondered about the house at the Ranching Heritage Center. We just saw it again recently during Candlelight at the Ranch. I'm glad to know a little more of the story behind it.Semper Fi Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12593080348919275537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post-1169412957179466312007-01-21T13:55:00.000-07:002007-01-21T13:55:00.000-07:00You're not imagining seeing Robert Mitchum as Pug,...You're not imagining seeing Robert Mitchum as Pug, Virgie. They did a television mini series, and I didn't like it at all. They had the wrong person playing Rhoda, etc. I love the book, and I guess nothing TV did was going to compare to it.Steve Ramoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07552888113761766511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post-1169410045678247062007-01-21T13:07:00.000-07:002007-01-21T13:07:00.000-07:00Oh, you should definitely check on his roots.We ar...Oh, you should definitely check on his roots.<BR/><BR/>We are all such ordinary people, with extraordinary lives. I know sometimes we don't think so, but years later, going through a box of photos with images of war, parties, The Pacific, and a female soldier who didn't look half bad at all; I have to stop and thank God for the many, many journeys in my life, and try to remember and remind myself that that which seemed like a nightmare at the time, years later, seems like a far away dream, one that truly may not have happened after all ... so much ... so fuzzy.<BR/><BR/>And yet, it was mine.<BR/><BR/>Extraordinary!De'on Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14599141539917861219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post-1169408187895923622007-01-21T12:36:00.000-07:002007-01-21T12:36:00.000-07:00De'on as I was reading War and rememberence last n...De'on as I was reading War and rememberence last night it gave a very detailed account of the battle of Midway. THis battle was a turning point in world war 2. So many died and Mr. Wouks book gives each one of their names and where they were from. Imagine my surprise when one that was killed was from Amherst Texas. A Charlie <BR/>Moore. Some day I want to check out his roots. I bought the book The Caine Mutiny when I bought this one Steve and will read it next. Mr Wouk's works were not well represented at the Hasting Book store . They had only three and I bought two of them. The other was a satire titled A Hole in Texas. I read Winds ofWar years ago but would like to do so again. It also seems like I saw the movie as I keep having a Robert Mitchum flash back when I read about Pug. I may just be imagining this as I was such a fan of that talented actor.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post-1169407188362644332007-01-21T12:19:00.000-07:002007-01-21T12:19:00.000-07:00It's good to know where you come from.It's good to know where you come from.Steve Ramoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07552888113761766511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post-1169406674054059162007-01-21T12:11:00.000-07:002007-01-21T12:11:00.000-07:00This is a powerful piece, Mom. And Steve, I've sav...This is a powerful piece, Mom. And Steve, I've saved your comment. I'm glad to have it in writing, b/c I always get mixed up about the story.<BR/><BR/>Your grandmother was an awesome lady and isn't it great to have these people and stories in your family?<BR/><BR/>I love our family's heritage and stories. Aaron always did too.De'on Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14599141539917861219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post-1169400264956198022007-01-21T10:24:00.000-07:002007-01-21T10:24:00.000-07:00Since you mentioned my grandmother, I'd like to ex...Since you mentioned my grandmother, I'd like to explain quickly who she was.<BR/><BR/>My grandmother, Maria, was born on her family's ranch in South Texas. The ranch, Los Corralitos, had been in her family since 1750. Originally, it was a 386,000-acre Spanish land grant, but by the time my grandmother was born, only 10,000 acres remained in the family.<BR/><BR/>My grandmother was an eighth-generation Texan, a descendant of the first Spanish families in the New World. Our first ancestor to set foot in Mexico was a captain in Cortez' army, and by the early 1700s, they owned over a million acres.<BR/><BR/>In 1750, my grandfather 10 times removed petitioned the king of Spain for more land north of the Rio Grande River, and he was given the 386,000-acre land grant I mentioned.<BR/><BR/>When Texas separated from Mexico, the new government took 100,000 acres from my family in one whack, saying it was public land. After the Mexican-American War, we lost more land. The Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo guaranteed that the United States would honor all the Spanish and Mexican land grants, but that's not what happened. All of the Spanish and Mexican landowners from Texas to California lost their lands to the Americans, my family included.<BR/><BR/>My family fought for the ranch. In her lifetime, my grandmother saw six people in her family murdered as they tried to protect the ranch and keep what was left in the family. Those family members she lost were her father, her grandfather, an uncle and three cousins.<BR/><BR/>Her father was murdered on May 3, 1943. The next day her three cousins were murdered. My great-grandfather had sued the people who were trying to steal the ranch, and he won the lawsuit in an appeal. The next day he was dead.<BR/><BR/>My grandmother, tired of the battle and fearing for her children's safety, told my grandfather to get her and her children out of South Texas. That's how they ended up in Dumas. She fled as far as she could without leaving her beloved Texas.<BR/><BR/>My grandmother was the kind of woman who could pour tea with one hand and shoot a snake out of the tree with another. She never left her house without her dresses starched, her hair done and her nails painted. We were poor, but she lived by a teaching of her father's: "Never show you're in need."<BR/><BR/>A few years ago, an Amarillo attorney spent a considerable amount of time and money researching the possibility of getting our mineral rights returned to us. State records showed that my grandmother's share of the gas royalties on the ranch would have been about $10 million a year. After a couple of years of looking into it, it was decided there was nothing we could do.<BR/><BR/>My family's original house, built in the 1780s still stands on the ranch. They also built a fort on the ranch, and my ancestors are buried under the floor. A few years ago, Texas Tech University built a replica of my family's fort on their campus at the Ranching Heritage Center. It was built as a testimony of the grit the early Spanish settlers had.<BR/><BR/>My grandmother wasn't perfect, but yet she never talked about all that her family had lost. She didn't dwell on it. She was born in a 10,000-square-foot house, but then when she moved to Dumas, she raised her children in a 600-square-foot house. I never heard her complain, but I never saw her hang her head, either. She still walked out of her humble house with the dignity of what she was: the daughter of conquistadores.<BR/><BR/>She was a brave, beautiful woman. As the daughter of the first Spanish families, she was expected to marry the son of another Spanish family. Grandma wouldn't have it, and she bucked the system. She married my grandfather, who was a full blood Apache. In those days, the Spanish families in Texas and Mexico wouldn't dare marry an Indian, fearful that their blood would darken their light European skin. Grandma's father didn't speak to her for years after she ran off to marry my grandfather. My grandfather was very dark and my grandmother was very light. My family's varied skin coloring reflects that union.<BR/><BR/>My grandfather was born in Mexico, but my grandmother was a Texan, through and through. She was proud of who her family had been, but she didn't put on airs about it. I didn't know who my ancestors were until I was in my 20s. Grandma just didn't talk about it.<BR/><BR/>Her great-uncle was the highest ranking Hispanic officer in the Confederate army. Another great uncle was the governor of the Mexican state of Nuevo Leon. One of my mother's cousins, Tony Sanchez, recently ran for governor of Texas.<BR/><BR/>When all of Texas and Mexico was still part of Spain, my family fought for independence. The Spanish army arrived at my family's ranch, plundered it and then arrested all the men who were there. They later shot one of them.<BR/><BR/>I don't care about the millions of dollars of gas royalties. I'd give anything if I could have the fort my family built in the late 1700s. The fought inside its walls to protect what they had carved out of the South Texas wilderness. They are buried under its floor.<BR/><BR/>I tell them that I'm proud to be their descendant.Steve Ramoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07552888113761766511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35349773.post-1169397588559145182007-01-21T09:39:00.000-07:002007-01-21T09:39:00.000-07:00I'm glad you like Herman Wouk's books. I've read "...I'm glad you like Herman Wouk's books. I've read "The Winds of War" and "War and Rememberance" several times. If you haven't read "The Caine Mutiny" by him, do so. You'll like it, too.<BR/><BR/>Also, read James Michener's "Tales of the South Pacific," It won the Pulitizer, just as "The Caine Mutiny" did.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com