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Remembering Big Lump, Texas
by Dan Scott |
Strange
name for a community, but then knowing how it became named like that, it isn't
such a mystery. Back in the late 20's and early 30's, a strip coal mine was located
just north of the U S Highway 79 and about a mile west of the "roadside park"
and just west of the current Sandy Creek church. The name "Big Lump" came about,
apparently named after the lumps of coal that was being mined. In the immediate
area around Big Lump, the Sandy Creek Church, cemetery and Sandy Creek two room
schoolhouse and an old "country store" adjacent to a "open field" baseball playground
where adults and children alike gathered on Sunday afternoon to "visit" and fill
time between morning and evening church services, was the center of the community.
My grandfather, Ira R. Touchstone owned a large house that sat about
half a mile due north of the "roadside park." Actually the "park" consisted of
a single concrete picnic table that has long since gone away. Directly across
the highway was a dirt road that led to our house and to Sipe
Springs.
Just inside the open field behind the picnic table where
the baseball diamond was located, two "covered benches" and a soda pop stand was
in evidence. Every Sunday after church, the young men and older boys met on the
field for an evening of baseball. People in the community came to watch the game
and usually brought a picnic lunch to enjoy before going back to church Sunday
evening. I remember as a child, sitting on our (Touchstone) front porch watching
the games because I was not old enough to play in the games.
My grandfather
worked at the mine and one day when my mother was walking through the small frame
houses near the mine, delivering his bucket lunch to him, she was attacked and
mauled by a bulldog belonging to one of the workers at the mine. She still bares
the scars on her arm and shoulder. All this occurred before my time but I remember
my grandfather telling about how he shot the dog while it was being held by its
owner and had it's head sent to Austin to check for rabies. Fortunately, the tests
were negative, sparing her the dreaded rabies shots. Having gone through a series
of rabies shots later in life due to a cat bite, I am well aware of what she missed.
Coming from a broken home (1931) I alternated between my grandparent's homes (Scott
and Touchstone) when I went to Sandy Creek and Sipe
Springs two room schoolhouses. My teacher at Sandy Creek was Mrs. Lumpkin
and at Sipe Springs it was
Mrs. Dee. Strange as it may seem, those are the only teachers' names I remember
until I got up into Junior High school. The grades were divided by rows with grade
school in one room and high school in the other. We all had chores to do at school
as well. The girls helped sweep the floors and the boys cleaned chalkboards, erasers
and brought in firewood (when needed). During recess and lunch the girls usually
played jump rope and the boys played marbles, spun tops or chased horned toads.
During
summer months, most all the boys either hunted or trapped animals for their skins
when we were not working in the fields or clearing "new" ground. Living in the
country always provided something for us to do. Mainly we were learning how to
be responsible and dependable. Kids now days marvel at their fine cars, fancy
clothes and such items but I bet none were any more proud than I was when I got
my own horse and saddle - for which I worked to earn money to buy. I rode many
"trails with Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, Hoppy, Tom Mix and Buck Jones" while riding
through the countryside. At night we would crank up the old Super Heterodyne Radio
and listen to shows like The Shadow, Green Hornet, Capt. Midnight, Lone Ranger,
and I Love a Mystery to name a few. Back then a radio ran on an "A" battery
and a "B" battery - one was merely a car battery and the other a small higher
voltage battery. Since Dad was the only one in the family that could drive and
he was off to war, we used the car to recharge the car battery for the radio.
I guess I joined every club that was advertised by these adventure programs by
sending in cereal box tops for which we usually received a "secret coded" badge
and membership in their fan clubs. I have no idea what happened to all the treasures
I had back then but know that they would be priceless in today's world. Oh if
I only knew then what I know now!
Every Saturday morning my grandfather
Scott would hitch up a team to hiswagon, head into the pasture to soak the wheels
in the old slough (stock tank) then he and I would start to Rockdale with my grandmother's
butter and eggs, which were sold, to the local grocery stores. My grandfather
would give me a quarter to see the matinee at Matson's theater, usually consisting
of a comedy or cartoon, a serial and a western movie. There was also enough money
to buy a bag of popcorn and a candy bar or soft drink and still have a few pennies
left over. After the movie was over, I'd head to the local domino hall, where
my grandfather would be waiting after he did his "shopping". We'd then go to the
livery stable back of the hardware store, hitch up the team and make our way to
pick up his purchases, if any. Next we'd go by way of the ice plant and get a
100 pound block of ice, wrap it in canvas, then sawdust or cotton seed and more
canvas then make one final stop at a small grocery store which was run by an elderly
Black man (I can still remember how nice and friendly he always was) where he
would buy each of us a large peanut patty to eat on the way home. Of all the trips
I made with him, the list of events never changed.
With my Touchstone
grandparents, the events were just a little different, we'd go to town in a Model
T pickup but other than that, it would be the same, except he didn't play dominos
as I remember. On Saturday night, we'd all gather at some house in the community
and listen to the Grand Ole Opry from Nashville. Back in those days, country music
was Country Music, not what we call country today. All the greats were eventually
presented on either the Louisiana Hayride or the Grand Old Opry, and after the
Grand Old Opry went off the air about midnight, the musicians would head across
the street to the Ernest Tubb Record shop and play as long as anyone would care
to listen - or at least it seemed that way. Of course us "youngens" would play
out long before that time anyway.
All
too soon, school would come around again. To get to school, we all walked, one
or two rode a horse as I remember at Sipe Springs. I jokingly tell my grandchildren
about having to walk all that way to school in the snow and ice (usually ice every
winter but snow was a novelty). There does not seem to be as many ice storms now
as we had back then. I do remember how cold the houses were because they were
not insulated as they are today - in fact I don't believe there was any insulation
in the walls or ceiling. When I got up to high school age (after a year or two
at Mart, Missouri City, Angleton and Houston while living with my Mother) all
the "country" schools were closed and combined with either Rockdale or Milano
High School. Therefore, off to the "big school" we all went. I remember that Rockdale
had a "bad" football team and we at Milano, were not allowed to play (school policy).
Our school played baseball, basketball, track and boxing. I can only remember
one multi school boxing event (Rockdale and Milano) where I got my ears pinned
back real good - oh well one can't expect to win at everything.
Early
in 1942 my dad, Ervin Scott, joined the Army as a member of the 1st Armored Division
and became a half-track driver. He came home in December 1945 and I joined the
Army in January 1946 to retire in 1968. I then went on to retire from the Security
Alarm industry and later, my own Business and Computer Consultant Company. There
is an old saying, "You can take the boy out of the country but you can never take
the country out of the boy." That is especially true in my case. I have traveled
all over the world - seventeen countries, been to some of the largest cities in
the world, including London, Berlin, Tokyo and nothing can compare to "country
living" or "home folks." My wife of 54 years, coming up on 55, and I finally quit
retiring and just quit on a five acre tree covered piece of land just south of
San Antonio where we enjoy our peace and quiet days with our two small dogs. One
cat, several grandkids and our church family.
Health problems keep me pretty
close to these military hospitals here in San Antonio but my "home" is still there
in Milam County, torn between Rockdale, Milano and Big
Lump. Times will never be like they were back then, but then I guess we wouldn't
want them back would we - OR WOULD WE? Personally I don't think it was so bad
in that era. We never had much of the finer things in life but then we didn't
want or need much either.
- Dan Scott, "Just South of San Antonio",
June 21, 2006
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