A journey of faith shared in thoughts, prayers, people, places and life circumstances. Another way of looking at life with an opportunity for feedback.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Not only would I visit here but I would probably camp on the site for a few days to get a feel for the land. Along with the 'feel' one also gets in touch with those who lived and thrived here for a time. Much like our native lands in South Dakota the time is always good when it is devoted to the ancestors and all who have walked before us. The photos(sad to say)are not mine, they were taken by a photographer by the name of Denzine, I believe, who lives down Texas way.
Texon, Texas, " A Little Bit of History " Texon was a company owned town. It came to life on May 28, 1923 when oil was discovered on University of Texas lands by Big Lake Oil Company. The company built all the homes, all the stores, all everything. By 1930, there were a thousand residents in Texon, all employees or dependents. The town had everything and anything needed to support its population. Texon thrived from the 1920s through the 1940s but as oil production from the field diminished, the town began to fade. In 1962, the company sold its operations and most of the homes and other buildings were either moved or razed. What is left are the foundations of former homes and other debris to mark the site that is located about one-half mile south of U.S. Highway 67 on Farm to Market Road 1675.
The lady who posted this on FB said she would live here and I echo that statement. Just looking at the pics conveys to me a certain presence of peace and that I look for everywhere I go.
I set a record for duration of stay at my previous location, Brookings, SD. Nine years does not seem all that long. We aren't done moving in, there are still boxes in the barn that I haven't unpacked from the last four addresses. My strongest desire is to be off and running, hot and fast, in pursuit of the next vision to guide my life. I truly believe this old Bed & Breakfast that we are in the process of converting is the vision God has given us. Thinking about the suitcases out in the barn I know for certain there is one that has had stuff in it since '69 and it's ready to go today. It was not until just recently that I came to the realization that I've got to stop living like I won't be here six months from now. That is unproductive! I pray God gives me enough years to really get settled before adjourning to my permanent home. That one not made with human hands but prepared for me from the beginning. I enjoy telling folks that I'm really not ready to go home yet, but my bags are packed, and my ticket was bought and paid for 2000 years ago.