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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 . . .

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Gose City Ghost Town

        During the 1920s in Archer County, on land owned by the Gose family, the Texhoma Oil Company set stakes around which developed a town. The town stood up on a small elevation on the rolling plains. Texhoma City, also known as Gose City, provided for the workers and their families up until the 1930s. By the 1940s, the population had fallen from a peak of 500, it is thought, to 150. Please see The Texas State Historical Association's online handbook about Texhoma City.
       
The concrete of one of its four businesses remains, a gas station.


A concrete sign reads "Gose District." 

Walkway, no doubt lining the front of one of the businesses, perhaps a general store.


Peering into a cistern.

Storage and shelter, caved in after eighty years.

A fireplace, perhaps.

My source: 
Brian Hart, "TEXHOMA CITY, TX," Handbook of Texas Online(http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/hvt23), accessed February 24, 2013. Published by the Texas State Historical Association.





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