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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 . . .

Monday, October 8, 2012

Come and Take It!

      In 1835, Tejanos and Texians did battle with Mexican dragoons sent to retrieve a six-pound cannon. Unwilling to relinquish the cannon, the Texians said, "Come and take it," but fired upon the dragoons as they approached. The battle gave time for the colonists to gather volunteers to fight in the Battle of Gonzalez, the beginning of hostilities against General Santa Anna.
Image found at The Eleventh Screen.

      The Institute of Texan Cultures displays an exhibit of the Tejanos and Texian men, the battle flag "Come and Take It," and the six-pound cannon. The flag and the canon symbolized the desire of the the colonists to live freely and not under the new policies of General Santa Anna.

The six-pound cannon on exhibit at the Gonzalez Memorial Museum.

Reflecting pool designed by Phelps and Dewees, Gonzalez Memorial Museum.

Art deco museum built of shell stone and limestone, Gonzalez Memorial Museum.


Reenactment of the squirmish against the Mexican dragoons in 1835.
The City of Gonzalez celebrates annually the Come and Take It Festival.

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