Next Up La Pryor
Frank, Scotty, and I returned to College Station then the packing began meanwhile the School Board and Head Coach in La Pryor looked for us a home to rent. Although Frank and I were not new to packing up and moving, it would be quite a new adventure now that we had that third little Musketeer in tow. We would have to be a lot more strategic in when and what we packed. The first thing on our agenda was to call and rent a U-Haul truck because, for some reason, we seemed to have acquired a lot more stuff. Babies seem to just come with more stuff, and we were not going to leave any of it...
Read MoreNo Water & Frigid Water
Spending the night in a motel in Uvalde was an excellent idea. So, after a good night of rest, Frank and I got up early, had breakfast, then drove back to La Pryor. While driving down the road, Frank was laughing then asked, “Nancy Lou, are you ready to attack some of those tarantula-sized wood spiders with me and get our home cleaned up?” I laughed loudly, saying, “You betcha Dimples!” It was such a beautiful sunny morning without a cloud in the sky, and we were ready to get to our new home, clean it up, and unpack the UHaul. Unfortunately, when we got to our house,...
Read MoreMaria, Heavenly Stove, & Red Stuff
Frank, Scotty, and I were enjoying being in La Pryor, Texas. Finally, we had running water and had begun to settle into our new life. The farmers in La Pryor grew acres after acres of vegetables. Our home happened to be surrounded by onion fields. These fields had onions planted in them that were in all stages of growth so that that they would produce at different times. The Mexican border was only thirty miles from La Pryor, and the farmers would go there to pick up day workers from Mexico then bring them back to work the fields, and the ranchers did the same thing, only using them to do...
Read MoreLife Lessons & Hail
There was never a dull moment while we lived in La Pryor, and we thanked God for that. Frank loved basketball. I think of all of the sports he played, basketball was his favorite. He had the most beautiful hook shot, and he tried hard to teach me how to do it, but to no avail. Time would only tell if Scotty would take after Frank or me in shooting the hook shot, but we prayed Scotty had more of Frank’s genes for playing basketball. Frank was a great coach and respected by his players as a fair coach, who would teach them the game but was never afraid to discipline them in a just...
Read MoreMoving to Hubbard
Early in August, Frank, Mark, and I loaded into our car then headed to La Pryor from Hico, Texas. Knowing that it was going to be a very long trip with lots of packing to do when we got to La Pryor, Frank and I decided to ask my parents to keep our two and a half-year-old son, Scotty. Frank, Mark, and I would drive the five to six-hour trip to La Pryor, and then while I packed up our things for moving, the guys would go to Uvalde to rent a U-Haul truck to move our priceless possessions. We arrived in La Pryor a little past noon, ate lunch at the small restaurant in town, then the guys...
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