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JW Purdy

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Over the Thanksgiving holiday Shannon and I got in a competition about who was more of a Texan. It was a lighthearted discussion that I won of course. I called her a Yankee and she stated back she was a natural born Texan. Her argument was though I was born in Texas I moved away to New Mexico at age eight and didn’t return until I was twenty-four. At that I told her she was nothing but a Yankee since her mom moved here from New York. We laughed about it but it really did get me thinking about my family heritage. I come from a long proud line of Texans. Most everyone has heard of the Kings and the King ranch but did you know that the second largest ranch in the United States belonged to a man named Francis Oral (F.O.) Masten.
F.O. is my great uncle and used to chase me around my grandma Alice’s house when I was a toddler. Not only was F.O. a rancher but also most notably he was a cotton farmer. One of the most successful farmers in the United States for many years as a matter of fact. My grandmur, Opal Norine (Frazier) Andrew, who I will be visiting in a few days grew up with her mom (Alice Cornelia Masten) and her dad (Arthur L Frazier) as well as F.O. During the depression it was common for family to live and work together. F.O. started from a very modest family and through hard work built the most successful cotton farm in U.S. history at the time. He created his own fertilizer and won many cotton growing competitions over his lifetime. He is a pillar of Texas history and was a great and humble man. I am very proud to say that my family has been helping to shape Texas history since the mid 1700’s. Please follow this link to read more about one of the great Texas families and part of my heritage.  http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/fmada and this is a link about the Masten ranch http://www.acu.edu/img/assets/3555/Ranches.pdf

Over the Thanksgiving holiday Shannon and I got in a competition about who was more of a Texan. It was a lighthearted discussion that I won of course. I called her a Yankee and she stated back she was a natural born Texan. Her argument was though I was born in Texas I moved away to New Mexico at age eight and didn’t return until I was twenty-four. At that I told her she was nothing but a Yankee since her mom moved here from New York. We laughed about it but it really did get me thinking about my family heritage. I come from a long proud line of Texans. Most everyone has heard of the Kings and the King ranch but did you know that the second largest ranch in the United States belonged to a man named Francis Oral (F.O.) Masten.

F.O. is my great uncle and used to chase me around my grandma Alice’s house when I was a toddler. Not only was F.O. a rancher but also most notably he was a cotton farmer. One of the most successful farmers in the United States for many years as a matter of fact. My grandmur, Opal Norine (Frazier) Andrew, who I will be visiting in a few days grew up with her mom (Alice Cornelia Masten) and her dad (Arthur L Frazier) as well as F.O. During the depression it was common for family to live and work together. F.O. started from a very modest family and through hard work built the most successful cotton farm in U.S. history at the time. He created his own fertilizer and won many cotton growing competitions over his lifetime. He is a pillar of Texas history and was a great and humble man. I am very proud to say that my family has been helping to shape Texas history since the mid 1700’s. Please follow this link to read more about one of the great Texas families and part of my heritage.  http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/fmada and this is a link about the Masten ranch http://www.acu.edu/img/assets/3555/Ranches.pdf


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I was talking with my mother-in-law this morning and remembering growing up in rural areas of Texas. I doubt if it is as simple as it was with the leaps in technology but I image many kids do many of the things we did as kids. One of our favorite things as young children was to jump a boxcar and ride it as far as we could and still get back home before dark. On a good day you would get lucky and catch a train back home and no one would be the wiser. On our worse day we caught a train and rode to far. I in haste had left without my shoes and had to walk miles back home on the scalding asphalt. After hours of walking we were finally found and picked up by the local sheriff and delivered to our very angry parents. Needless to say it was a few weeks before we rode the train again and never that far again. 

I was talking with my mother-in-law this morning and remembering growing up in rural areas of Texas. I doubt if it is as simple as it was with the leaps in technology but I image many kids do many of the things we did as kids. One of our favorite things as young children was to jump a boxcar and ride it as far as we could and still get back home before dark. On a good day you would get lucky and catch a train back home and no one would be the wiser. On our worse day we caught a train and rode to far. I in haste had left without my shoes and had to walk miles back home on the scalding asphalt. After hours of walking we were finally found and picked up by the local sheriff and delivered to our very angry parents. Needless to say it was a few weeks before we rode the train again and never that far again. 


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