Pull Tight

The Mill as it appears in recent history

The Paluxy Mill sometime before being destroyed by the floods from the 1908 hurricane. Also see Pulltight entry. Maybe an engineering problem, the bridge as you can see was on the upstream side. When the river rose the bridge and debris against it from the flood broke loose and destroyed the Mill. I wasn't there, this is just the story I have heard and it makes sense.

Freshly mown grass As I was riding my bike today, I passed someone in the process of mowing the right of way between the sidewalk and the street. Smells usually trigger some specific memory for me, as I think they do for many (most?). Freshly mown grass always reminds me of the family cemetery. Since this is just a small community/family cemetery, there have never been regular caretakers until a fund was recently established for this purpose. From the time I was a small child through my teenage years, the people from the community and a few far flung relatives would get together one day per year to clean up the cemetery. It would be overgrown with native grasses and when mowed the smell was always strong, but very pleasant. We would fill in any graves that were sinking, upright fallen or leaning tombstones and mow everything down to an inch or two. And then we would have a picnic lunch under a couple of post oak trees in the edge of the cemetery. As an adult I have become more

I have recently been so entertained by other blogs that I haven’t gotten around to writing, or at least completing the blogs I have started. If you are entertained by blogs you might also enjoy the “Blogging the Bible” in slate.com or the blog by Guy Kawasaki (you can search under his name, he is a former Apple executive). Both are great reading. I am again promising myself that I will write something at least twice each week. Probably I will break some of the stories I would like to tell into multiple parts.