Monday, June 8, 2015

"It's May! It's May! The lovely month of May!"



MAY BASKETS by Sara Etgen-Baker
One crisp November morning my mother dressed me in heavy corduroy slacks; wrapped me in my father’s flannel shirt; then stuffed me into her bulky sweater.  “Here,” she handed me my slouchy-knit, oversized beanie cap, “you’ll need this to keep your head and ears warm.”

I slipped the cap over my head.  “Now come outside with me.”  Once outside she handed me a brown paper sack whose contents smelled like wet dirt.  “We need to plant bulbs before the first hard freeze.”  I knelt on the ground next to mother and breathed in the soft scent of the dewy morning grass and the earthy smell of freshly turned over soil.  

“I’ve already dug the holes.  So take each bulb from the bag; drop it in the hole; and then gently push the dirt back into the hole covering the bulb—like so.”  

I opened the sack.  “These bulbs are ugly and look dead, mother!”

“Yes, they’re not at all pretty, but they’re not dead; they’re just sleeping until spring.”

 “And they all look alike.”  I continued covering the bulbs squishing the wet dirt between my fingers.  “How do we know what they’ll look like come spring?”  


 “We won’t know for sure until spring, but that’s the joy of gardening.  We’ll just have to be patient.”  

  Soon after planting the bulbs, the autumn winds arrived shaking the leaves off the trees.  The days shortened, and the nights closed in chilly and long.  By December, the snow and harsh sleet came and the birds disappeared from mother’s garden.  I often stood on the back porch and watched my warm breath mingle with the icy cold air wondering if the bulbs in her garden would come alive in spring.  In January and February sunless, harsh days prevailed; and winter’s dreariness settled over me.  Although mother’s garden was frozen and bare, all winter long I clung to the hope that the flowers would one day bloom.  Eventually winter’s harsh sleet became rain, and sunshine drenched the earth once again.  But without the gentle spring heat nothing grew in mother’s garden—not even the weeds. Then March arrived bringing the sun’s warm rays.  Once more my breaths were invisible, and the birds and butterflies returned to mother’s garden.  

Then one day in late April I strolled past the garden.  “Mother!”  I hollered.  “Hurry!” 

"Sara, what is it?  Are you alright?"

 "I’m fine.  But it's the flowers, Mother.  Purple petals are poking through the ground!"    
   
“Perfect!  They’ll be ready at just the right time.” 

A few days later, the flowers that had been tight buds began opening, revealing a deeper purplish-blue. I stretched out my fingers to touch the silky soft petals; they were cooler than I’d expected and smoother too. I laid my head to the ground and tried willing them to open faster. 
 
 “Mother Nature has its way,” mother assured me.  “And She’s not ready yet. But a few more warm days, and the flowers will bloom.  Just wait.  We need to be ready, though.”

So a few days later mother took me to the local five and dime store where she gathered up tissue paper, assorted colored ribbons, note cards, and all the discounted Easter baskets she could put into her shopping cart.  “Okay, now we’re ready.”  Mother gathered up her purchases and scurried out the door.  

 “Ready for what?”  I grabbed a handful of the baskets and followed her outside.

Mother loaded up the station wagon then turned toward me.  “To make May Baskets, of course.”    
  
“May Baskets?  What are May Baskets?”  

They are small baskets filled with fresh flowers and secretly left at someone's doorstep. The giver leaves the basket on the porch, rings the doorbell, and runs away.”   Her eyes sparkled.  “So when we get home, we’ll cut the flowers in the garden and make May Baskets.  Then tomorrow, we’ll rise early and deliver them to our neighbors.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?”  

“But…but…I waited all winter for the beautiful flowers to bloom.  And…and…I thought we’d keep them forever.”  My face tightened, and I bit my lower lip.  “Instead, we’re taking them from the garden and giving them away AND not telling our neighbors?”

“I know you’re disappointed, Sweetie, but flowers—like kindness—must be shared.  Their beauty is not ours to keep. You understand?” 

“No!”  I tilted my head down and frowned.  “I don’t understand.  I want to keep the flowers…forever.”

“Sure you do, Sweetie.   But in the end you’ll understand.  Every drop of kindness you give away returns to bless you in another way.  Wait and see.”

So later that afternoon, we snipped most of the flowers from mother’s garden and arranged colorful bouquets.  We tied each bouquet together with ribbon; wrapped it in tissue paper; and placed each one in the refrigerator to stay fresh overnight.  


“Before you going to bed, you’ll need to write this message on the note cards.  ‘A May Day Basket is a welcome spring treat.  Someone thinks you’re special and sweet’.  And remember to use your best handwriting.”   Afterwards, I headed to bed fitfully falling asleep.   
  
Shortly after dawn the next morning, mother woke me singing, “It’s May!  It’s May!  The lovely month of May!”  She flipped my covers off me.  “It’s May!  It’s May!  Time to deliver the bouquets!”   

Still blurry-eyed, I helped mother as she loaded the bouquets into my brother’s wagon.  Then we began our journey through the neighborhood.  At each house, we’d hide behind shrubs.  I’d grab a basket; run to the front door; leave the basket on the porch; and then ring the doorbell, giggling as I ran for cover behind the shrubs.  We’d watch our neighbor’s as they looked up and down the street for who’d left the May basket at their doorstep.

Mother was right, of course.  I was having fun secretly delivering May Baskets throughout the neighborhood.  And at some level I understood the life lesson she was trying to teach me—kindness and giving are their own reward.  


Thursday, March 5, 2015

CONNECTING THE DOTS



Although familiar with the word serendipity, I’d not thought much about its origin or meaning.  Nor had I ever thought about the role serendipity has played in shaping either my life or the course of history. 
Quick research revealed that Horace Walpole coined the word serendipity in a 1754 letter to his friend, Horace Mann.  Evidently Walpole was impressed with a fairy tale--“The Three Princes of Serendip” (now Sri Lanka) who were always making discoveries by accident and sagacity of things that they were not pursuing.  

          Over the years, serendipity’s meaning shifted from “accidents and sagacity” to “looking for one thing and finding another.”  Even many historical and significant events can be attributed to such accidental and unexpected discoveries: 
·        Columbus was looking for a new way to India and found the Americas instead.     
·        Before leaving for vacation, Alexander Fleming didn’t disinfect bacteria cultures; upon his return, he found the cultures contaminated with penicillium molds that actually killed the bacteria.
·        The Kelloggs brothers left cooked wheat unattended for a day.  When they tried to roll the mass into a sheet, they inadvertently obtained a flaky material instead.  This discovery led them to create the beloved breakfast cereal—Cornflakes. 
When I pause, I can certainly recount serendipitious moments in my own life.  For instance, I’ve experienced sweet scenarios reminiscent of those in the film Serendipity (that delicious summer when my husband and I met while taking square dance lessons).  As well as such serendipity-based coincidences, I’ve witnessed “negative coincidences” (The subway train door shuts in my face just as I’m about to step on.); “neutral coincidences” (bumping into my cousin at the local supermarket); and “real serendipity” (that summer evening I dropped in on my brother-in-law who told me about a job vacancy at his school—leading to an important move and career change.)
          In fact, when I reflect upon my life, I can connect the dots to the almost magical unfolding of people, places, and events leading me to ponder:  Exactly what is serendipity?  Perhaps, just perhaps, it’s just a higher power bringing important events together.    

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

A PAST WORTH REMEMBERING

I joined the Anna Area Historical Preservation Society last summer and have had the pleasure of helping it do research and write pieces for historical markers, the local newspaper, and the like.  Here's a piece that consolidates Anna's unique history into about seven pages.  Thought I'd share it with you:



A PAST WORTH REMEMBERING
By Sara Etgen-Baker
            The town of Anna was created by an act of the Texas State legislature on April 3, 1886, shortly after Texas was admitted into statehood.  Prior to statehood, the Republic of Texas made land grants available to agents for establishing colonies in Texas.  The Peters Colony (on the Red River) was one such colony.  Grayson, Collin, and Dallas counties were on the eastern side of Peters Colony.  (HOWELL, page 1)
            But some 40 years prior to Anna’s formal inception, a number of pioneers settled on farms in Peters Colony near present day Anna.  These early settlers came to the region not only because of the ease of cultivating crops like cotton and corn but also because of the abundant streams and springs that provided both water and an ample supply of trees that could be cut for fuel and building.  Many came because of the free land and the promise of high cotton yields.  These early settlers—full of hopes and dreams—traveled here via boat or wagon from faraway Kentucky, Tennessee, Missouri, Alabama, and North and South Carolina.  (HOWELL, page 1) Most remained—inspired by the wide open spaces and the lavender sunsets sinking into fields of cotton and corn.
            Among the first and best known settlers was Collin McKinney for whom both the county and present-day county seat were named.  (THOMPSON, page 41 and HOWELL, page 2)  McKinney was a member of the First, Second, and Fourth Congresses of the Republic of Texas; he represented the Red River County at the convention in 1836.  In 1846 Collin and his family moved to a point north of Anna near the Grayson County line. Today a Texas Historical Marker located along State Highway 5, about 2.7 miles north of Anna, denotes the location of Collin McKinney’s original homestead.   (COLLIN HOMESTEAD)  
            As early as 1845, Collin knew (as witnessed in a letter to his nephew) that the railroad was headed this way.  But at that time no surveys had been made for an exact route.  (THOMPSON, PAGE 41)  At this same time, “there was a town named Mantua, laid out by Scott McKinney.  This town was to have an important effect on future towns in the area like Anna, but would experience a relatively brief life itself.  Mantua residents apparently did not want the railroad to come through their town, so engineers surveyed the line to the east and north of Mantua. (THOMPSON, PAGE 41)  So in 1872 the Houston and Texas Central Railroad (HT&C) ran a line from Dallas to Denison through McKinney and Sherman.  In 1873 the railroad line was completed and established a stop in present day Anna that was nothing more than a railroad stop because there were no buildings there.  But in 1873 that stop became the town of Anna when some 20 people moved there.  A post office was established that year, and C.P Huntington (former superintendent of the H&TC railroad) named the town Anna for his daughter, Anna.   (HOWELL, page 3 and Introduction)  Anna’s train depot was completed in 1880 and with it came the beginning of Anna’s growth.  Mantua, on the other hand, disappeared from the landscape. (THOMPSON, PAGE 41 and 42)
            John F. Greer built the first store and residence in Anna and is credited with being Anna’s founding father.   Greer, born in Alabama in 1850, moved into Collin County in 1867 and settled in Mantua.  When the H&TC Railroad bypassed Mantua, Greer moved to Anna in 1883 and built his store and residence.  Greer also donated the tract of land onto which the H&TC built its original depot and switch yard.   The town’s post office was inside Greer’s store, and Greer’s business partner, William Y. Barnett, was appointed Anna’s first postmaster in January 1885.  When Anna was incorporated in 1913, Greer became Anna’s first mayor.  (HOWELL, page 3)
            After the HT&C depot was built in 1885, Anna had a second spurt of growth. 
The first depot agent was Andrew Sherley, who had just graduated from A&M College (now Texas A&M).  (HOWELL, page 5)  Andrew and Fred Sherley capitalized on the growth spurt and built one of the original stores in town. 
Other stores included ones built by Guinn and Davis and Copeland and Powell.  These original stores were all in separate wood frame buildings located on the west side of the railroad tracks and facing the road that ran parallel to the tracks.  (HOWELL, page 3)    
Later, the Sherleys moved their store to a larger frame building east of the tracks; and eventually “in 1894, they built a building that still stands today and was Collin County’s first brick building.  In its lifetime, the building, always under ownership of the Sherley family, served many functions. While primarily a hardware store, the "A. Sherley & Bro. Hardware Store, as it's known,
also served as a furniture store, undertaker's parlor, and general store. It closed its doors to the public in 1979. Andrew and Fred Sherley’s Hardware Store closed in 1979.  It retains the original canopy and painted signs as well as paneled kick plates on storefront display windows.” (SHERLEY STORE) 
“Shortly before the turn of the 21st century, and over 100 years after the store was first opened, current owners Jan Sherley Miller and her husband Virgil decided it was time to do something with the old two-story building and the hundred year’s worth of treasures, inventory, and “stuff” sitting inside. In the effort to preserve the history, the building and its contents were turned into a museum. In an interview Mrs. Miller explained, ‘We’re going to hang on to everything we can for as long as we can so people will have something to see.’  (SHERLEY STORE)
“Around that time, in 1999, the state of Texas also honored the special building by making it an official historic landmark. Today, and by appointment only, those passing through Anna can stop in and immerse themselves in Texas history and Americana going back as far as the state’s roots themselves.” (SHERLEY STORE)
As Anna grew and prospered, other commercial buildings were constructed, including a two-story brick structure that housed Anna’s first bank.  That building was razed, but others from that original group remain.  In 1908, the Texas Traction Company completed the construction of an interurban line from Dallas to Sherman.  This interurban line ran through Anna and operated from July 1, 1908, until December 31, 1948.  (HOWELL, page 5)  Evidence of the interurban line still exists as one drives down Highway 5 through downtown Van Alstyne.
            In 1883, the town’s new residents established a school.  As was the custom in those days, schools were placed in private homes with the first school being housed in the residence of one “Uncle Jimmie” Strother.  A second school was established in the residence of Mr. Carter.  (HOWELL, pages 5 and 6).  “In 1885 a one-room frame building was constructed for $125 on 2 1/2 acres of land donated by J. L. Greer.  Anna’s first brick school building was erected in 1910 on the same site to replace the wooden structure at the cost of $17,000.  It contained eight classrooms on the first two floors and an auditorium on the third floor.  It served all grades until 1939 when (on the same campus) a new brick building was built under the Works Progress Administration (WPA) Program and served high school students.  This building currently houses AISD administrative offices.”  (AAHPS BROCHURE)
              The ever-expanding railroad system provided opportunities for Anna area farms to respond to the nation’s and the world’s demand for cotton.  Cotton production ruled the farming industry in Anna in the late 1800s and early 1900s.  (BRITTON)
But once farmers harvested their cotton, they needed to convert the harvested cotton into marketable products (fiber and seed).  This conversion process is known as cotton ginning.  (COTTON)    Subsequently, cotton gins were as important to communities like Anna as were its mercantile stores and railroad depot.  Over the decades, several cotton gins were built in Anna to handle ginning in the area.  The Dysart Brothers built the first cotton gin in Anna in approximately 1887.  Sometime later, “Uncle Charlie” Wysong built the second one, and a Mr. Pear built a third one in about 1900.  The Kimball (Cottonseed) Oil Company later owned a cotton gin located on land on the east side of town.    (HOWELL, page 6)

During the 1940’s, William Bently “Bill” Powell, Sr. purchased that cotton gin; then in the early to mid 1950s he moved parts of the original Kimball Cotton Gin over to the west side of Hwy 5 and developed a more modern cotton gin.  That gin is still known today as the Powell Cotton Gin.    
Early Anna pioneers, like many other Texas pioneers, established churches in their communities to serve their spiritual and social needs.  “The First Christian Church was a pioneer denomination brought to Texas by Collin McKinney and his family.  (It is a branch of the disbanded Mantua Liberty Church started by the McKinney, Wilmeth and other families.)  The church, made of cypress wood was built in 1893, with additions in 1949-50 and in 2009.”  (AAHPS BROCHURE)
In 1883 the Methodists living in the Anna area met at the First Christian Church (the only church in Anna at the time).  In 1890 land was purchased from the H&TC Railroad, and John Goforth constructed a church building at the cost of approximately $1,500.  When the building was completed, there were 32 members.  The current building was built at the same location in 1930-1931.  (AAHPS BROCHURE)
The First Baptist Church—previously established at Highland and moved to Anna in 1892—is the oldest historically in Anna but was the last of the three denominations to be built in Anna.  It went by several names and was located in several places prior to being moved to Anna in 1892.   (HOWELL, page 8) and (AAHPS BROCHURE)  A Presbyterian Church was established in 1898 but later closed.  (HOWELL, page 8)

Three denominations—the First Christians, Baptists, and Methodists—remain and are still a rich and vital part of the Anna community today.    
While the days of wide open spaces and sunsets sinking into fields of cotton and corn are gone, the churches, schools, train depot, cotton gin, and many of the original buildings remain. They serve as reminders, though, of Anna’s past—a past worth remembering, for it has given depth, character, and strength to this quaint, quiet, and unassuming community where folks still migrate as a place where they can fulfill their hopes and dreams.     
CITATIONS
Anna Area Historical Preservation Society brochure. 
Britton, Karen Gerhardt, "Cotton Ginning," Handbook of Texas Online (http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/abcjz), accessed February 02, 2015. Uploaded on June 12, 2010. Modified on September 4, 2013. Published by the Texas State Historical Association.
Collin McKinney Homestead Site location.    http://www.waymarking.com/waymarks/WMHYW5_Site_of_Collin_McKinney_Homestead, accessed February 4, 2015. 
The Cotton Industry.  http://www.cottoninc.com, accessed February 3, 2015.
Howell, Chester A.  “A Town Named Anna,” October 19, 1985.
“Sherley Store, Anna, Texas,” http://www.professionalcarsociety.org/forums/archive/index.php/t-7151.html, accessed February 4, 2015. 
Thompson, Woffard.  “Railroad Spurs Anna Growth.”