We visited the Buddy Holly Center, to mourn the early death and celebrate the great achievements of Lubbock's favorite son. We also visited his gravesite, where his family got a chance to correct the historical record by spelling his surname correctly; it's 'Holley.' They used his nickname, however -- 'Buddy' -- in place of his birth-name, Charles.
|This total stranger, wearing Buddy-style specs, |
agreed in the most friendly fashion to show Alexandra around.
Then we were off to the National Ranching Heritage Center, which includes a park adorned with actual homes, businesses and a schoolhouse (no church?) moved to Lubbock from various points in Texas and maybe eastern New Mexico. These were fascinating. BettyAnoninTX and I agreed that, had we had to build a house from cactus to survive the harsh desert in the 19th century, we most likely would have died sunburnt, thirsty, hungry and soon.
|Where Penny Bright wound up after her misspent months|
|Penny would no doubt have shacked up with|
this cowpoke if he had any money at all. But he doesn't.
(Note book resting on his left wrist.)
|If Taro were a poor man, Alexandra would have loved him |
just as well, and would have made their home a haven of peace
with the help of her trusty (American-made) Singer.
|BettyAnoninTX loves one-room schoolhouses, which this is not.|
|BettyAnoninTX and the PRT both love pronghorn, even|
when desecrated -- I mean, decorated -- by 'yarnstormers.'
After dinner at Chuy's, which is every bit as good as BettyanoninTX will tell you it is, we strolled the Pumpkin Path in celebration of the vulgar American holiday Halloween.
|Trick-or-treaters are fine for vulgar Penny; Alexandra will stick with mummers, thank you veddy much.|
And on my way out of town, I saw a working ranch with traditional entryway. Lovely visit! Thank you so much, BAiT and PRT!
|Jenny might not be right at home on the range, but this is|
at least as substantial a family heritage as are most of the
estates in Somerset.