Except as noted, all images copyrighted by and should be attributed to E B Hawley.
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 . . .

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Graham Post Office Mural


       "Oil Fields of Graham," oil on canvas, by Alexandre Hogue, (1898 - 1994), installed in 1939.



    For more information and better images of the Texas Post Office murals, see Philip Parisi's book, The Texas Post Office Murals, Art for the People, ISBN-13 978-1585442317.

The community of Graham now houses a museum and art gallery in the former post office building. The mural is on loan to the museum by the U. S. Postal Service.


A large photograph of the building before 1992.


A marker stands in front of the building.

Graham Post Office

      Built in 1935-1936 at a cost of $60,000, this was the seventh and first long-term post office in Graham. It was one of a number of Depression Era federally funded projects built in the city. An excellent example of a moderne style post office of the 1930s, the structure contains an intact mural by regional painter Alexandre Hogue. The edifice was designed by U. S. Treasury architect Louis A. Simon. Its distinctive features include decorative aluminum grillwork, sculptural metal lights and zig-zag art moderne stone friezes. The U. S. Postal operations were relocated to another site in 1992.

Recorded Texas Historic Landmark  - 1999



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