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He lay on his back, naked, in the cooling sands of the desert night. His muscular frame left its imprint beneath him as he stared again at the night sky of Egypt. He saw the stars of his childhood, recently renamed for him by the scholars of this ancient land. He was now a god, the greatest warrior and conqueror his world had ever known, and the spoils of his greatest victory lay at his feet. Egypt–three millenniums of kingdoms that had spawned all the knowledge, experience, and wisdom of the ancient world–was now his to do with as he saw fit. He had surpassed all the prior gods and rulers of the Nile Kingdom. He gazed hypnotically at the image of Osiris, the father of the ancient gods, and saw his rival–in defeat. Osiris, oldest ruler and patriarch of the past; now his vassal. He rose without effort and draped his cloak over his shoulder, partially concealing the battle scars that bore testament to a life devoted to war. Turning to the ever present sentry, he spoke softly and with the authority of the absolute monarch that he was. “Bring Ptolemy to me.” Without hesitation, the sentry ran at top speed to the tent of the army’s greatest general, subordinate only to the King himself. The general looked up from the table where he studied his maps of the Persian Empire and heard the sentry’s message. “Lord, he requires your presence.” Ptolemy followed the young sentry through the darkness to the dune where Alexander stood, still gazing at
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the stars that formed the heavenly outline of Osiris. The general remained silent, awaiting the attention of his commander. He saw the intensity with which Alexander surveyed the sky and the moonlit oasis in the distance. When the great warrior turned his eyes toward him, Ptolemy asked, “you sent for me, my king?’ Alexander again spoke softly, in a manner that seemed detached and remote from the ground on which he stood. “My friend, I have a task that I can entrust only to you. You will build my tomb in this desert and deliver my body when history demands it. And you, and your descendants, will rule this land and be my guardians for all time.” The general walked from the dunes towards the encampment, methodically assimilating the instructions of Alexander. Both he and his King were young men, propelled by circumstance and fate to their places in history. Alexander's father, Phillip of Macedonia, also called Phillip the Barbarian by the egotistical elite in Athens, had paved the path upon which his son and the army now marched. Alexander's leadership and victories were the astonishment of Greece and Persia; he knew neither weakness nor defeat. All who followed him would gladly give their lives in his service. He was unlike other kings, even those of the Spartans. He OHG his men in battle. He attacked and fought the enemy with his own sword, spilling blood and sharing the danger of death with every common soldier. He also formulated all battle plans and strategy, demonstrating an intuitive insight that far surpassed his father and all the officers of Phillip's generation. He was a born warrior who, by the age of twenty, knew no equal. He was more than a man--and all who followed him did so eagerly, knowing instinctively that serving Alexander ensured their own personal glory. The bards would sing songs of their victories for generations untold. And there were the spoils of victory. Each man received a greater share of each conquest than any soldier had before. The families of each of those slain received a lifetime compensation as well as the honor due a fallen hero. The incredible defeat and humiliation of Darius and the army of Persia had channeled enormous riches into Greece. The destruction of the largest army in the world had shown Alexander his destiny--to conquer and reshape the nations of the earth to his own vision. Egypt was the first step towards this goal. Egypt had been a bloodless victory. Still, the history of the Nile and its people obviously had a greater impact on Alexander than anyone realized. Until now, Ptolemy thought, as he contemplated the command he had just accepted. Alexander's place in history was now his responsibility and he struggled to understand the enormity of his duty. “Defiled? Looted----all of them? You allowed these tombs that took so much planning and so many years to build to fall to common plunder?” The Egyptian bowed and responded, “Sadly, my lord, it is true. But you must remember that all these events took place in the distant past, long before the lives of any who offer their services to you now.”
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Ptolemy paced the marbled floor, feeling the conflict of his dual roles– field commander of the army and the executor of Alexander’s secret directive; to construct a hidden burial place that corresponded to the Egyptian pharaohs’ belief in their own ascension to the stars. With the subjugation of Persia and Egypt behind him, Alexander was planning his thrust to the east–an effort that demanded the strategy of his genius, but also required the logistics that fell to his second in command. Still, Ptolemy had not achieved his stature simply because he and Alexander were boyhood friends. He was a skilled commander and well versed in the demands of leadership. He has always shown the ability to rise to the occasion and he would not falter now. Soon, the wars would end and he would found a new dynasty to govern the land that had been the cradle of civilization, as well as the cultivator of vast riches and untold wealth. And the ultimate confidence of the King was his. He would honor this trust, no matter how great the effort. He had long ago pledged his life to Alexander. He thanks the gods for this opportunity. He turned towards the Egyptian, a man older than his own father. He saw before him a man whose entire life had been lived under the yoke of conquerors. Ptolemy had learned as a boy to recognize certain traits in both slaves and the subjects of countries controlled by outsiders. He saw the instinct for survival in this man, a craftsman and an artisan who knew how to apply his skills and intelligence in order to win the favors of his masters and ensure the survival of his family. He also saw one of the few remaining men on earth who understood the architecture and techniques of the ancient tomb builders as well as the purposes behind these constructions. He walked towards him and placed his hand on the older man’s shoulder. As their eyes met, Ptolemy spoke. “Today the world has changed for you. Serve me well… and you and your family and all your people will benefit. Fail me—and you, and your wife, and your children will suffer the cruelties of the Assyrians; and the corpses of your ancestors will be unearthed and dragged behind my cavalry until they are dust.” The Egyptian bowed and tried not to tremble; he knew not the specifics of the task that lay before him, but the level of intimidation revealed much. His skills obviously had a high value and the mere fact that he had been summoned to the presence of such a powerful general told him a great deal. With luck, he could turn this circumstance to his own advantage. He cast his eyes to the floor as he replied. “Oh great lord, all my efforts and all my talents are yours to command. I welcome any service that I may undertake for you, as do all my people. Is it permitted for one so humble to ask the nature of the service you require?” “You will build for me, as you have built for no other. All the materials and resources of the empire will be made available to you, and you will work under my authority alone. All will be done in secret under the penalty of death. Together, we will create an eternal resting place for the Son of Zeus-Amun that will never be disturbed. Go now, and consider my words. Say nothing of this to anyone; we will talk again tomorrow.” The Egyptian bowed once more and backed away. As he turned and no longer faced the Greek he smiled and thanked his gods for this opportunity. The noises of the marketplace had no effect on the Egyptian as he hurried towards his home and family. He was completely absorbed in thought as he recounted to himself the events of the strange meeting with the Greek general. He was short of breath and almost trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He was aware of his age; what opportunities life had held for him were in the past, or so he had thought until this morning. Now, as he saw the end of his days far more clearly than the beginning, he knew that he had received one last gift from the gods with which he could ensure the future for his sons and daughters.
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A Royal Tomb for the Greek king---one that would be safe from criminals and heretics---such an undertaking would be virtually impossible to achieve. Surely, there were tombs in the Valley of the Kings that were as yet unmolested, but they were the resting places of minor rulers whom had been forgotten by history. The great Alexander would have no such luxury; his fame and glory would echo throughout the world forever. The location of his entombment would attract the attention of his subjects and his enemies, those now living and those yet unborn. Namheb had to devise a plan that would satisfy his new master and succeed in its' purpose at least until he and Ptolemy were in their own graves. Then the fate of the Great Conqueror would be of no concern to either of them. Namheb had spent his life as an architect and builder, as had his father and grandfather before him. His lineage traced itself back to the days when Egypt was still ruled by Egyptians and his ancestors had served the Royal Court in the design and construction of temples, public buildings, and, of course, tombs for the ruling elite. In those bygone days, the members of Namheb's family had been treated with great respect and held in high regard. Since the foreign conquerors came, the family's fortunes had fallen. Now the once proud builders were treated as little more than servants whose lives were always at the mercy of the current rulers' whims. The Assyrians and the Persians were willing to use the skills of the builders and the craftsmen, but recognition and reward were almost nonexistent. Any dissatisfaction or disappointment was dealt with harshly and usually resulted in the execution of the offender. Namheb had spent his life surviving in these dangerous times; now the Persians were gone and the Greeks had taken their place. The smell of fish and onions greeted him as he entered his home. His wife looked at him with apprehensive eyes; she knew he had been summoned to the palace and had been afraid when he left earlier that morning. His two daughters were helping with the evening meal and his youngest son labored at a workbench in the far corner of the modest house. "Husband, thank the gods for returning you safely to us!" She began to weep and he touched her cheek, wiping away her tears. He looked at the face of the woman who had shared his life and borne his children, a woman he loved with all his soul. He was filled with sadness as he saw how spent his wife appeared. She had endured so much and had never complained, but the years of toil had broken her spirit and was hastening an early end to her life. Namheb harbored a deep resentment for the invaders who had robbed him and his family of the status and amenities to which they were entitled. These barbarians had no right to claim the throne of his homeland nor to dominate the people who gave rise to civilization and culture. The image of his wife weeping before him wounded him more deeply than he could bear; he knew he would use this chance to serve the Greek general in a manner that would ensure the safety and livelihood of his family well beyond his own lifetime. "There is no need for tears, beloved. Our future holds much promise. Come, let us eat and all will be well." "What happened at the palace, father?" He turned to see his daughters, filled with both fear and curiosity. "Please tell us. We have been so worried all day." "I have received a commission for a small building project. It is of minor consequence, but will provide for us for a while. There is no need for alarm; the Greeks have need for architects who are schooled in Egyptian design. There will be work for your brothers and we will profit from the effort. The Greeks may even prove to be an improvement over the Persians. So let us rejoice and thank the gods for our blessings. And let us enjoy this wonderful meal that you have prepared!" A collective sigh of relief emanated from the entire household and they sat down to partake of the fish and onions, grateful for the safety of their father and the good fortune that had befallen them all.
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Stealing One of the most dreaded accusations that a parent ever hears. It brings sadness and fear to a parent to think of their little Johnny as a thief. 7KH ÂżUVW WLPH LW KDSSHQV PRVW SDUHQWV DGGUHVV WKH LVVXH FDOPO\ DQG KHOS WKH FKLOG return the item, or pay for the item, and apologize for stealing it. They calmly explain the importance of honesty and trust and ask their child to promise to never do it again. BUT—the second time it happens, there is great disappointment in the child and fear that it might be an issue severe enough to be called “Kleptomaniaâ€?. Stealing is embarrassing and shameful. However, it is one of the most common problems that a parent will face with their child. It’s important to remember that children under the age of 5 don’t really have an understanding of ownership. So don’t be alarmed—just explain and return. At that age, they probably also don’t understand the connection of cause and effect. Their world revolves around them. They don’t understand much outside of that realm. As kids get a little older, they may understand that it’s wrong to steal, but they lack self-control. They may simply want something their parents aren’t providing for them, or they may be trying to get attention. Stealing could also be a way to express their emotions. No matter what the reason is or the age of the child, there are some simple steps to take that will usually correct the problem. 1. Stay Calm—look at this as a learning opportunity for your child. 2. Address the situation—ask him where the item came from. If he lies, assure him that you want to help him to become a responsible adult. 3. Tell—tell him that it was wrong to take something that was not his. If he is old enough to understand, you can ask why he did it. But younger children probably don’t know why. 4. Apologize—make him return the item and apologize to everyone involved, and if the item was used, pay for the item. 5. Consequences—maybe a young child would lose a favorite toy for a period of time. An older child may have to do chores to make up for what they’ve done. 6. Be Aware—Watch for the possibility of consistent behavior. If it seems to be a matter of habit, please talk to a therapist to get to the cause of the problem. Also be sure to HVWDEOLVK URXWLQH FRQVHTXHQFHV LI VWHDOLQJ EHFRPHV D KDELW 'RQÂśW HYHU JLYH XS
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0RGHO 5DLOURDG -DPERUHH )XQGUDLVHU The New Braunfels Model Railroad Museum will soon host its annual Model Railroad Jamboree fundraiser at the New Braunfels Civic/Convention on S. Seguin Avenue in downtown New Braunfels. The big event will held on Saturday, April 9 from 10:00 am to 5:00 pm and Sunday, April 10 from 10:00 am to 4:00 pm. Last year’s event attracted over two thousand model train aficionados who came to view nine different operating layouts representing an array of different miniature scales including two setups featuring entirely Legos with fully operational trains. Other layouts to be viewed include the museum association’s popular “Kids Run the Train” where younger patrons can obtain an official engineer’s certificate. In addition to the operating trains, the show features over three hundred tables of train related items including model trains in all scales, railroad memorabilia, railroad art, Thomas the Tank Engine trains, train T-shirts and caps, and more. Another highlight is the popular silent auction which encourages patrons to bid on an array of donated items including model train items, gift certificates to various restaurants and fun attractions in the area, railroad art work, train trips, and a few surprises. If you get hungry, the 20
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museum ladies operate an onsite snack bar that provides refreshments including pizza, Subway sandwiches, chips, cookies, popcorn, and assorted sodas. After the show enjoy a free open house at the railroad museum located at 302 W. San Antonio St., just three blocks from the Civic Center. There you can view additional train layouts, an antique velocipede, an old time hand car, and other artifacts from a past era. Be sure to bring your camera for family photos when you climb aboard a full size steam locomotive, a Missouri Pacific caboose, a Pullman dining car, and a Missouri Pacific boxcar. Younger children will receive a free ticket to ride the Landa Park Railroad, a great way to end your day as the train meanders through the park and along the beautiful Comal River. Admission is $8 for adults (14 and over), $2 for children (5-13), under 5 free.
0H 0D DQG WKH )RXQGHU¾V 'D\ 0XUGHU %\ 7' &RRSHU Founders Day Parade was a big thing in our town. People had lived in Parson’s Nose since 1868 but it wasn’t incorporated until January 15, 1917. So now, every January 15th, or the closest Saturday, we had a Founder’s Day Parade with a couple of marching bands, tractor pulled floats and a Founder’s Day Queen. It was all followed by the Founder’s Day Picnic, not to be confused with the Founder’s Day Barbeque that was held in August. Me-Ma was a sort of a founding family since she and Poppy moved down in the early 1900’s. She didn’t want to ride a horse with the other founders so she rode in the front seat of a red Ford Crestline Sunliner Convertible with black leather upholstery on loan from ‘Chick’ Checkers Ford on Main Street. Edna Mae Snooks rode on the back since she was the Parade Queen. That year Old Charlie Peptide was Grand Marshal. He couldn’t ride a horse either but that’s because he was a “…an abusive, sadistic, moneygrubbing, land stealing, scallywag”, (at least according to MeMa.) “and no self-respecting horse would let him come near.” He was probably the oldest of the founding fathers as well as the richest and most hated. He was mean as a withered weasel with his hundred dollar suit wrapped around a body that had shrunk down too small for it. And as much as he hated the townsfolk he hated his children more---the offspring of
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his wife Gladys who he hated most of all. She had left him ‘bout a million years ago---run off with the ranch foreman. His son, Roscoe, and daughter, Dorthena, feared him more than they hated him. His grandchildren were the same and Roscoe’s wife probably hated him too, but she was dead and Roscoe, Jr., had left home at sixteen and hadn’t been seen since. Old Mr. Peptide kept the rest isolated at his decrepit ranch way out past the overflow of the Fondo Fangosol Dam. He abhorred what he called Gladys’s “devil spawn”. The three Grandkids that were left only came to town for school because it was the law. Otherwise they would probably have lived out there without seeing another human being ‘til they died. Carbert, my age, in my class, was almost invisible. He was small, pale and never said a word. The youngest son of Miss Dorthena and a man from down near Zebron who fathered three pale kids on her then lit out one night---permanently. Lotta people thought Mr. Peptide had killed him and sunk his body in the river. You never know. And he was mean enough to do it too. He’d probably keep making everybody’s life miserable for years to come---except for what happened at the picnic held at the Shriners Hall. After the parade most of the the town showed up, all dressed up and, after the blessings, ready to eat. Mayor Figgins, apron over his suit, was ladling out the Chicken Perloo. Nowadays they call it Pilau or Pilaf but back then it was Perloo and it was a lot better than now. Councilmen and clubwomen were serving side dishes, drinks and desserts. There was too much food and not enough stomach for that meal. Me-Ma had a big bowl filled full of ambrosia made with oranges from her trees, chopped up bananas, maraschino cherries, pecans and flaky coconut. Mr. Peptide wobbled to the front table (Me-Ma said she thought he was in pain and was drinking to kill it) and set himself down next to Edna Mae, the Queen of the Parade. Roscoe got him a plateful and brought it over while Dorthena had his sweet tea and dessert. Carbert carried the salad and tableware. After he was served his family was set loose to eat or not as they chose. Almost like a maniac he started shoveling the Perloo into his yellow, wrinkled face. All of a sudden he spasmed turned to Edna Mae and froze. His face went from wax to purple and his eyes sorta popped outta his head. Then he started shaking and that Perloo came back out, all over Edna Mae, who was wearing that fancy dress her mama had made for the float. I was lucky ‘cause I had just filled my plate and was right next to him when he was overcome. I saw the whole thing. Doctor Carter was serving bean salad and he was on the spot before Mr. Peptide kissed the floor. I saw the old man hit and when he did his bulgy eyes sort of glazed over and went half shut. His face stayed a nice pink color but he was dead. That was the first dead person I had ever seen, except for Poppy and he was all dressed and fixed up in his casket. This one looked dead---like a poisoned raccoon. That was pretty much the end of the picnic. The Sheriff cleared the hall except for the city council, some county commissioners plus a few of the nosier club ladies and men. Doc asked Me-Ma to stay and since I was with her I stayed too. I heard Doc mention almond cookies and Me-Ma said, “There’s no almond anything at this picnic. You know what it is.” The Doctor nodded. “I wish I didn’t Miss Emma. He was a mean man but this isn’t any way for a human to go. Besides, if they’d waited he’d be gone in a few months anyway. Cancer you know.” Continued on the next page
“I figured it was something like that, Doc, but somebody wanted him to go this way, dramatic and in public,” Me-Ma said, “and if we know why then we know who.” “Sheriff!” Doc stood up and wiped his hands on a napkin from the table. “Take him to the mortuary but don’t let Sam touch him. No embalming ‘til I do an autopsy. It’s murder.” Now that was exciting. I stuffed some more of Miss Tooksbury’s sour cream cake into my mouth followed by a spoonful of rapidly melting ice cream. “Miss Emma.” Doc looked at Me-Ma square in the face. He was average height but for a woman, Me-Ma was tall. “You know this town. Who was it?” “Besides those at the ranch just throw a rock and you're sure to hit somebody that wanted him dead.” Me-Ma could be polite if she wanted but right now she just wanted the truth. “I just don’t know anybody who would do it like this. Everybody’ll think it was Roscoe or especially Dorthena. If their lives were bad with him alive, being suspects in his death will be worse. They could have done it out there at the ranch and nobody would ever know. This was somebody who wanted to kill him in public for all to see.” “C’mon, TD.” She grabbed my collar and started dragging me out the building. “Your Mama’d be mad as a wet hen if she knows I let you stay here but she’ll be so interested in the gossip she’ll forget you.” We walked, since Me-Ma didn’t drive. The whole way she kept muttering, “Who would hate him enough to kill him at the picnic? They’re gonna think it was Dorthena. Poison’s a woman’s way but that poor woman couldn’t kill time much less a yellow dog like her father.” My mother drove Me-Ma home and I got on the phone. Me and JD spent the rest of the afternoon puzzling out who would have wanted to kill Old Mr. Peptide. Finally we decided---just about anybody that knew him. Monday was Ladies Club day so Wilma Dean’s mother gave me a ride from school and dropped me off at Me-Ma’s, where I was hoping she had some of that ambrosia left. She did and she also had Rev. William Mitchell from the Methodist Church sitting with her over cake and coffee. I got a bowl of fruit and came back so I could hear ‘cause they were talking about the murder. “It wasn’t the children,” Me-Ma said. “There’s not enough gumption in the whole family to kill a chicken.” “Ah, but Miss Emma,” the Reverend said taking a bite of cake. “As the bard says, ‘How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child!’” “Bard nothing,” Me-Ma said. “They hated him but they were scared to death of him. Who had so much hate they’d kill him and let the children take the blame? That’s what we should be asking.”
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Suddenly Me-Ma sat straight up, he eyes round. “Who hated the children so badly they wanted them to suffer after the old sinner was gone? “Proverbs, Reverend, not Shakespeare---‘a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers.’ And that is exactly what killed the old devil. I know what happened and everybody is wrong.” This was getting interesting. I wanted another bowl of ambrosia but I didn’t want to miss anything. “But Miss Emma,” The Rev said. “The Sheriff and a deputy just left to arrest Miss Dorthena for the murder. If it wasn’t her then….” “Shut up, Bill.” Me-Ma was up and ready to move. “Get that car of yours and meet me out front. We’ll wash up when we get back, TD.” “From where, Me-Ma?” “We gotta stop that fool sheriff from arresting Dorthena and ruining her life more than it is.” We headed out the door and Me-Ma got in the front of Reverend Mitchell’s big Buick and I got in the back. “Don’t you see, Reverend.” Me-Ma was being polite again. “Nobody wanted to kill Charlie. He was dying already. They just had to wait. But who hates Roscoe and Dorthena enough to have them blamed? Who was so filled with malice against Gladys that he would kill to make them suffer?” “You don’t mean….” Rev. Mitchell slowed down the car. “Step on it,” Me-Ma said. “That’s exactly what I mean. Old Charlie Peptide hated Gladys so much and when she left he transferred it to her children. When he knew he was dying he couldn’t bear that they would be left in peace so he fixed it so they would live under the cloud of being suspected patricides forever. “Charlie killed himself and made it look like Dorthena or Roscoe did it.” We caught up with the sheriff near the old Brookings Road. Me-Ma explained and he looked relieved he wouldn’t have to arrest Miss Dorthena. A brief investigation proved Old Man Peptide had gone over into Kearsville and bought cyanide, supposedly for an armadillo problem. After the inquest and gossip died down the ranch was sold. Roscoe went to live on the Red-Neck Riviera in Florida while Miss Dorthena moved to California. Carbert became a comic sidekick in Bgrade westerns and did pretty well. None of them ever returned to Parson’s Nose. I’m still around but everybody else in the story has gone, most of them to the Royal Oaks Cemetery but every January 15th I remember that hellacious ride out to the Peptide Ranch and Rev. Mitchell getting chewed out all the way by Me-Ma---for driving like an old lady.
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Car show for Pre 2000 Vehicles Indoor at the Kerr County Youth Events Center Kerrville Texas, February 20, 2016, 9:00 to 2:00 Registration begins at 8:00 am, Pre-entry $30, postmarked by February 10, 2016 After February 10th $35 Fee payable at registration The Volunteer Services Council mission is to contribute to the quality of life of individuals with mental illness served by Kerrville State Hospital. The VSC provides goods, services and personal attention to the patients beyond what is available through state funding. It is our goal to give these patients hope in their journey to recovery as they receive treatment for their mental illness. Mental illness affects about 1 in 4 adults – approximately 61.5 million Americans experience mental illness in a given year. It is the goal of the Volunteer Services Council that by raising awareness to the public a higher value will be placed on recovery and the quality of life that a person with a severe mental illness can achieve. Another goal is to “Shatter the Stigma� of mental illness by recognizing mental illness “Knows No Boundaries�. For more information please call 830-896-2211 ext. 6150, Caryn Talarico or 830-459-3366 Mac Anderson. The Volunteer Services Council is classified as a 501(c)3 organization by the IRS and your donations and contributions are deductible as provided in Section 170 of the Internal Revenue Code.
THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN‌at least for the weekend of June 3, 4 & 5 when the Hill Country Chapter of Sons of Confederate Veterans (SCV) hosts the annual State convention of descendants of Confederate Veterans at Kerrville’s YO Ranch Hotel and Conference Center. This is the 119th Annual Reunion of the Texas Division of the SCV, which boasts 3,000 members, all descended from Confederate soldiers and sailors who served honorably in the Civil War, or the War for Southern Independence as members of the organization are quick to point out. About 300 members of the Texas Division and their spouses are expected to visit Kerrville for the reunion. Besides the usual business meetings one experiences at any other typical convention, the Texas SCV Reunion will highlight an interesting and unusual chapter of local history. Douglas Baum of Valley Mills, Texas will be on hand to present a living history exhibit about the Army Camel Experiment at Camp Verde. The camel experiment, begun in 1856 was headquartered at nearby Camp Verde, the plan of which is attributed to the U.S. Army Colonel Robert E. Lee. The idea of using camels for transporting supplies in the desert southwest was championed by U.S. Secretary of War Jefferson Davis, who would later become the President of the Confederate States of America. Baum’s Texas Camel Corps display will be open for onlookers and questions Friday afternoon at the Camp Verde General Store, and will include two live camels. Baum is also the featured speaker at the SCV awards luncheon at the YO Hotel on Saturday.
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The grand highlight of the reunion will be the dinner and costume ball held that same evening in the grand ballroom of the hotel. The ball will feature ladies in crinolines and gentlemen in period uniforms, dancing and reeling to authentic Civil War Era music recreated by local symphony musicians from the original band music of a genuine Confederate regimental band. Special ladies’ activities earlier that same day include a tour and wine tasting at Kerrville Hills Winery, and tours of James Avery Jewelry. A special memorial ceremony will be conducted at 4 p.m. Friday in Center Point Cemetery in remembrance of An original photo of the 26th North Carolina Infantry Band, local Confederate Veterans buried whose musical arrangements will be performed there. Many of Kerrville’s most for the Saturday Reunion Ball. celebrated early citizens were also Confederate Veterans, including Kerrville’s founder Joshua Brown, first mayor Joseph Tivy, and prominent banker, rancher and philanthropist Charles Schreiner, to name a few. Also remembered will be SCV members who have passed away since last year’s reunion. The ceremony will include the playing of Taps, placement of flowers by members of the Black Rose, and a musket salute with period firearms. Douglas Baum with “Abraham” – a member of the Texas Camel Corps that will be “answering questions” about the Camel Experiment Friday afternoon June 3 at Camp Verde General Store. The Sons of Confederate Veterans is neither a political or a sectional organization, but one of the oldest lineal, heritage societies in the U.S., founded in 1896 to protect the Confederate soldier’s good name, and to see that his true history is preserved for future generations. Membership is open to all male descendants of Confederate veterans who served honorably. For more information about the SCV or the Texas Division Reunion, contact Ted Conerly, 830-895-1535.
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Easter Recipes Sweet Bourbon Ham 1 (8 1/2 pound) cooked bone-in ham (shank end) 40 whole cloves 1 cup firmly packed brown sugar 1/4 cup bourbon whiskey 1 1/2 teaspoons freshly ground black pepper Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Remove skin and excess fat from ham, leaving a fat layer about 1/4-inch thick. Score ham in a diamond pattern with a sharp knife. Push cloves into the center of the scored diamond shapes. Place ham with cut side down into a roasting pan. Bake ham in the preheated oven until an instant-read meat thermometer inserted into the thickest part of the meat, not touching bone, reads 125 degrees F (52 degrees C), about 2 hours. Combine brown sugar, whiskey, and black pepper in a bowl until glaze is smooth. Raise oven temperature to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Baste ham with 1/3 the whiskey glaze. Return to oven and bake until internal temperature reaches 140 degrees F (60 degrees C), basting ham with whiskey glaze every 10 minutes. Cover ham loosely with a tent of aluminum foil if ham browns too quickly. Let ham rest for 15 minutes before carving.
Loaded Mashed Potatoes 6 large red potatoes 1 cube butter ¾ cup sour cream ½ lb to 1 lb bacon, cooked and crumbled 3 green onions chopped Salt and pepper to taste ¾ cup french fried onions and more for topping Cook the red potatoes in the microwave till soft. (I have a button for baked potatoes on mine and it cooks them perfectly.) If you don't microwave them, bake them in the oven. Leave the skins on. While the potatoes are cooking, cook the bacon and drain on paper towels. ( The more bacon the better for me, so I used a pound package.) Cut the bacon into pieces. When the potatoes are done, put them in a large bowl and smash them, skin included, with a potato masher. (Hence smashed potatoes) Add the butter, sour cream, onions, salt and pepper, and mix in. Add the bacon and french fried onions. Serve warm.
Tomato, Cucumber, Avocado Salad 1½ cups of chopped tomatoes - I used cherry tomatoes 1 cucumber - peeled and seeded then diced 1 avocado - diced 4 oz feta cheese - cubed 2 tbs minced red onion 1 handful parsley - minced - about 2 tbs 2 tbs olive oil 1 tbs red wine vinegar 8 twists of black pepper from a pepper mill Chop tomatoes into a medium dice. If using cherry tomatoes, cut in half. Add to a bowl. Peel and seed one cucumber and dice. Add to bowl.
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Remove pit, dice avocado and using a spoon scoop out the avocado from the peel. Add to bowl. Cube feta and add to bowl. Add minced red onion and minced parsley to bowl. Whisk together olive oil, red wine vinegar and black pepper - pour over salad. Toss gently so the feta and avocado don't break up. Serve immediately. If refrigerating - keep the avocado aside and add before serving. Serves 2-4
Adorable Deviled Eggs Hardboiled eggs, cooled and peeled Mayonnaise Olives, cut into tiny pieces (you’ll use the pieces as the chick’s eyes) Carrots, cut into tiny triangles (for the beak) — what I do is slice baby carrots, then divide each slice into quarters Salt and Pepper Carefully cut a thin slice off the bottom part of each egg so that it will stand upright on a plate, taking care not to slice into the yolk. Discard or eat the slice of egg white. Next, slice through the egg about 1/3 of the way down from the top. Ideally, you should be into the yolk at this point. With a small spoon, hollow out the top and bottom portions of the egg, depositing the yolk into a small bowl. Separate the deeper egg white “bowls” and the “caps” into different piles. Mash the egg yolk with some mayonnaise, diced pickles, salt and pepper. I don’t have exact measurements. For the yolk of eight eggs, I think I used two tablespoons of mayo, two teaspoons of pickles and a dash of salt and pepper. I eyeballed it, though, so I can’t say for sure. I would advise starting out with a small quantity of mayo; you can always add more until you reach the desired consistency. Once you’ve mixed up the yolk with the remaining ingredients, use a small spoon to fill an egg white “bowl” (the bottom portion of the hollowed-out egg). Pile on the filling so that it protrudes from the top of the bowl. Carefully place two olive bits onto the filling as “eyes,” and position a carrot triangle as a “beak.”
PEEPS® Chick Surprise-Inside Cupcakes 1 box Betty Crocker™ SuperMoist™ yellow cake mix Water, vegetable oil and eggs called for on cake mix box 1 cup assorted mini candy-coated chocolate candies, jimmies or confetti candy sprinkles 1 container Betty Crocker™ Rich & Creamy frosting (any flavor) Green food color Green colored decorating sugar 24 yellow PEEPS® brand marshmallow chicks Heat oven to 350°F (325°F for dark or nonstick pans). Place paper baking cup in each of 24 regular-size muffin cups. Make cake batter as directed on box. Divide batter evenly among muffin cups (about two-thirds full). Bake as directed on box for cupcakes. Cool in pans 10 minutes; remove from pans to cooling rack. Cool completely, about 30 minutes. Using melon baller, scoop out center of each cupcake, about 1 inch deep. Fill each with 1 heaping teaspoonful candies. Spoon frosting into medium bowl; stir in enough food color until desired green color. Frost cupcakes with frosting; sprinkle with colored sugar. Top with yellow PEEPS® chick. Store loosely covered.
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