Exploring
the Birthplace of
Texas Independence
Photos and Text By Sandra Scott
In
the early 1800’s, people carved G.T.T. on the door of their home
so friends would know they had “Gone to Texas” in search of
a better life. In 1821 Stephen Austin, who had been left an empresario
grant by his father, Moses Austin, led 300 families to the rich land along
the Brazos River establishing the first successful colonization by Americans
in present-day Texas. Among the settlers was the Robinson family who built
a ferry at the confluence of the Navasota and Brazos rivers where the
town of Washington-on-the-Brazos grew up and became The Birthplace of
Texas.
Today
little remains of the town but a replica of Independence Hall marks the
place where settlers met to make a formal declaration of independence
from Mexico thus creating the Republic of Texas. Sitting in the hall I
tried to imagine the pressure felt by the 55 delegates to the Convention
of 1836 as Santa Anna and his force of 1500 marched on the Alamo in present-day
San Antonio. The urgency was confirmed in a letter from William B. Travis,
the commander at the Alamo. He wrote, “I am besieged, by a thousand
or more of the Mexicans under Santa Anna.” He ended with “I
am determined to… die like a soldier who never forgets what is due
to his own honor and that of his country – Victory or Death.”
As Janice, the guide, explained, “It was a bitter sweet moment in
Texas history. Those who signed the document didn’t know what had
occurred at the Alamo and those at the Alamo did not know that independence
had been declared.” The loss at the Alamo became the driving spirit
of Texas independence.
As
I wandered around the site, now a Texas State Historic Site, on a beautiful
November day I tried to envision Washington-on-the-Brazos as it was on
March 16, 1836, the day after their constitution was adopted when the
citizens had to leave their homes to escape the advancing Mexican Army.
The convention members signing the Declaration were as good as signing
their death warrants if the Revolution failed. They returned a month later
when the Mexican Army was defeated at San Jacinto. The town of Washington
died when it was bypassed by the railroad, but the independent spirit
of Texans survived.
After
watching the informative video highlighting the formation of the sovereign
nation of Texas at the nearby Star of the Republic Museum, I followed
the displays depicting the history of the Republic from the Native Americans
to the European explorers to the settlers to those who fought for independence.
The multicultural Faces of Texas exhibit relates various perspectives
of the settlers told in their own words.
Barrington
Farm, the home of the last president of the Republic of Texas, Anson Jones,
is part of the Birthplace of Texas complex and where I was able to step
back into the 1800s. His house is built in dogtrot fashion with a large
porch separating rooms on either side so as to catch the cooling breeze
during the hot Texas summers. Jim Lauderdale, the guide, explained, “There
is no such breed as oxen. They are steers that have been trained as oxen
and were the tractors of the 1850s. The mule was like today’s SUV;
it was for working and riding while the horse was the family car.”
As life on the farm was explained I recalled the Faces of Texas where
one settler related, “We arrived full of hope but soon learned how
hard life was.”
While
the hard life of the settlers has been relegated to the past it is still
possible to have a “real” Texas experience at Texas Ranch
Life, an 1800-acre working guest ranch. John Elick, the owner, demonstrated
the art of cutting with his horse, Rebel. Rebel and John worked as one
cutting one of the longhorns from the herd. The next day after an introductory
lesson explaining everything from how to mount and control the horse we
were off for a ride through the fields. You might say I started as a tenderfoot
but ended up a buckaroo. John and Taunia Elick offer their guests exquisite
period-style accommodation along with riding, roping, hunting, fishing,
plus participation in cattle drives and roundups.
Brenham,
now the hub of Washington County, is located midway between Houston and
Austin and offers opportunities to learn about the history, experience
the culture, and enjoy the natural beauty of the area. At the Cotton Gin
Museum in nearby Burton, Jerry Moore explained that, “If you were
old enough to walk you were old enough to pick cotton.” And, that
the word “sucker” comes from the lowest paying job at the
gin, the person who sucked up the cotton.
Everyone
in Texas knows that “I am going for Blue Bell” means it is
ice cream time. Blue Bell Creameries, based in Brenham, has been cranking
out ice cream since 1907 and is still family owned. The short video and
tour of the production facility ended with ice cream - my choice, the
number one favorite, Homemade Vanilla.
I
loved wandering the streets of Brenham – looking at antiques and
learning how to eat like a Texan. I enjoyed an apple kalachy with locally
produced Independence Coffee at the Old Town Bakery and Sawdust Pie at
It Must Be Heaven Cafe. I bought lavender cookies at Chappel Hill Lavender
Farm and petted miniature horses at the Monastery of St. Clare. I was
spoiled for choice of things to see and do.
There
are a variety of accommodations but staying in a cottage on a ranch provides
the best experience. I never wanted to leave my Lake View Cottage at Hackberry
Hill. The three-bedroom cottage surrounded by the ranch had a back porch
that looked out over a pond and a field of longhorns. From the swing on
the front porch I chatted with the beautiful black horse that moseyed
by the gated yard. I plan to go home and carve GTT on my front door.
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