Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Gay's Days, September 16, 2014

Hello friends,

Another day is here, and I'm groggy. Sleep was difficult to come by again last night. Don't you hate it when that happens?

I have errands to run today, so I'm going to venture into Houston. Well...actually, I'm only going as far as Katy. The Houston Metroplex extends far and wide, and Fulshear is located on the west side of the area.

Fulshear, pronounced Full Sure, is a family name. This area was founded by one of the Stephen F. Austin's original Old Three Hundred in Texas. Churchill Fulshear established the area on July 16, 1824 by a land grant from Mexico.

The community featured the family plantation, a cotton gin, flour mill, and a four story brick mansion. Fulshear Jr. granted the San Antonio and Aransas Pass Railway a right-of-way. As a result, Scotch-Irish, Czech, and German immigrants who were migrating through liked the area and stayed. By 1898, 250 residents lived here, and it was a thriving city. We had  general stores, a depot, grist mill, cotton gin, blacksmith, barber, six saloons, fours schools and a local telephone system. By by 1929, the population fell to 100.
I gathered this info from this site.  http://www.fulsheartexas.gov/about_us/history.php. It has pictures of the early area and a current map.  Here's a picture of our founder.
Several years ago, Weston Lakes, a part of Fulshear, voted to incorporate into a city of its own. We actually live in Weston Lakes, Texas, but we kept the Fulshear address.  It was easier than making the address change.
So I say all that to say I'm driving east to shop. Although this area is growing rapidly, we don't have a grocery store.  The country out here is becoming crowded with homes. The drive will take fifteen minutes longer now than when we first moved here.
Since the day is already hot and muggy, I'll stop at the gym for the dreaded treadmill.
Ya'll have a good one. I'll check in on you tomorrow.

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