When someone suggested recently that I write more about my Wendish heritage, I laughed, knowing folks were tired of the stories aboit my Texas Wendish ancestors from Germany.
1966 was the year I moved to Wharton and began teaching at Wharton County Junior College, the college located a few blocks from my newly rented apartment.
In the no-air-conditioning days of the 1940’s, my brother and I spent most of our time in the backyard, which was cooler than in the house, and not as hot
There it lies, on the window sill, proud and beautiful, flashing its colors in the sun, splashes of ancient dark pink, a bright silver, hints of forest green. It is