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There was a time when Boerne was a little country town way out by itself in the sticks, miles and miles and light years away from San Antonio, a town of farmers riding in from their places out on the farm-to-market roads, from Kreutzberg and Kendalia and Pleasant Valley and Wasp Creek. It was a town with little traffic and dusty wooden awnings over the sidewalks, a town with sheep grazing behind their fences, with windmills and barns and stock ponds along a packed-dirt Main Street where chickens clucked out of the way of wagon wheels.
In Main Plaza in front of the Kendall Inn cowboys passing through town would stop to add the cattle penned there to the huge herds they were driving up the Chisolm Trail. It was a favorite adventure for the young women and men of Boerne to saddle up and ride out with the cowboys a half-day’s distance along the trail, where they stopped to have a picnic and then turn back to town before night fell.
Families - Cedar - Bergheim - String-Down - Happy
Families from the cedar camps out past Bergheim, from String-Down and Happy Valley, loaded up in their wagons on the great occasions they came all the way to the big town for their supplies, the men with their smoke-darkened faces, the silent women in their stovepipe bonnets and the children in threadbare calico swinging their bare legs over the long, rough road.
But there also was a castle here. In those days, the Grahams were the squires of the town, their castle was on the hill and this was their little kingdom. For a while, as is the way of all history. For a little while.
Boerne - Floozy - Flapper - Town - Rail
It was the 20s in Boerne, and although some floozy got up like a flapper would’ve been run out of this town on a rail by...
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