A Texas Girl Talks - Life… from a decidedly southern perspective!
Lorena
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Send us a text 1971 - Davis Ranch, Sonora Texas I was six years old and it was shearing day. A large part of our annual income depended on the sale of wool and mohair, but I didn’t know or care about that part of it. My only thought was to get down to the pens as soon as mom would turn me loose when I heard that ancient pickup rattle up the road at daybreak carrying its crew of four or five Hispanic men. Dad would meet the truck at the driver’s side window, briefly conferring w...
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Send us a text 1971 - Davis Ranch, Sonora Texas I was six years old and it was shearing day. A large part of our annual income depended on the sale of wool and mohair, but I didn’t know or care about that part of it. My only thought was to get down to the pens as soon as mom would turn me loose when I heard that ancient pickup rattle up the road at daybreak carrying its crew of four or five Hispanic men. Dad would meet the truck at the driver’s side window, briefly conferring w...
Visiting My Ancestry - The Story of Tom and Buena Davis, Part 3
A Texas Girl Talks - Life… from a decidedly southern perspective!
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Visiting My Ancestry - The Story of Tom and Buena Davis, Part 3
Send us a text Papa Davis had loved all kinds of game birds and a pair of Peafowl hung around the driveway beyond the yard fence. The flashy male would strut and call out as he spread his vivid tail for the benefit of his plainer mate. She was not the only one intrigued by the display. I just knew a thing of such intense chromatic delight would be much more satisfying to hold than a brown chicken! Stephen and I hung over the rock fence and watched them as temptation simmered in my soul. The r...
A Texas Girl Talks - Life… from a decidedly southern perspective!
Send us a text 1971 - Davis Ranch, Sonora Texas I was six years old and it was shearing day. A large part of our annual income depended on the sale of wool and mohair, but I didn’t know or care about that part of it. My only thought was to get down to the pens as soon as mom would turn me loose when I heard that ancient pickup rattle up the road at daybreak carrying its crew of four or five Hispanic men. Dad would meet the truck at the driver’s side window, briefly conferring w...
