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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Heritage Round These Parts


       My friend Ellen wrote, "If we are the sum of our parts, as history defines, in Wichita Falls remarkable people embody that perception." She added that, "It [heritage] is more than a house. It is our clothing, our manners, customs, buildings, memories, origins, businesses, leisure, animals, jobs, all encompassing countless integrated daily lives [ . . . ]" It would not occur to Ellen, modest and altruistic, that she belongs to that group of remarkable people who embody the conception of which she speaks! The organization to which she devotes some of her time, the Wichita County Heritage Society, and its other remarkable volunteers, occasionally host a visit to some of the homes, businesses, and buildings which Ellen mentions in her piece. Find Ellen's full note here: WCHS Site
      Today we travelled to Henrietta, Texas, a hot spot of history. My photographs do not show the buildings or the homes, but only the objects that make part of their owners' memories.

             We heard that this jar of over one hundred fifty years in age contained a small iron kept safely since the 1920s with a note from its owner's mother, "[ . . . ] this small iron that [name] gave to me [ . . . ] I give to you now as a love gift [a wedding gift]." And such is part of the heritage of which Ellen writes.
              Loving iconography and animals, I focussed my camera on every piece or dog I saw.





Peace to you, Mark, my evangelist!


D's dogs would rather join us than remain inside her cottage.


          Remington sculpture stands before an historic sign announcing the Pioneer Days, still celebrated today in Henrietta. The objects people own show part of what makes them happy, and part of their heritage.

Cotton Sack.

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