Penland Family Memories
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On the south Texas bay ranch where I grew up
excitement and amusement was just around the corner. Being the big age
of ten with golden blond hair and braids down to my waist, I found
myself searching for something to do. On this particular hot, humid
summer day I decided on my favorite enjoyment, which was my golden
Palomino horse named Tony. I gathered my bridle and feed bucket and set
out to catch my horse. In order to locate Tony I normally would go into
the house to the third floor and look out the windows. There were two
windows in every direction, North, South, East and West. You could see
for miles in every direction.
Being ahead of them I decided to try
and cut across the pasture to catch them so that I could go to town with
them. Often we children would go to the movie theater while they
shopped. So with the excitement of the idea of going to town I started
running. Suddenly I came to an abrupt stop when I realized that I had
to do something with ole skunkie boy. So I just whirled around a couple
of times and let him go flying through the air. Then off I went running
again in the opposite direction. I set my eyes on the road and ran
hard. It must have been 100 degrees with no breeze blowing and I was
getting really hot. My over sized rubber boots were not helping in any
way. Lucky for me my parents saw me cutting across the pasture and stopped. I came charging toward the car on my Mother's side in a full run hitting the car as I stopped. Oh my, did my mother ever draw back. There was no air condition in automobiles at the time and all four car windows were down for air. When I hit the side of the car and my parents got a good dose of skunk perfume, up went the windows. Mother cracked her window enough to tell me to go home and take a good bath! As for myself, I had lost the sense of smell a long way back. Probably after the first dose! I really couldn't smell anything, nor did I realize how bad I smelled. It was days before my sense of smell returned. I then begged and persuaded Mother to let me put the oversized rubber boots in the trunk of the car for I was so hot and tired. They then departed on their way to town as I headed home down that old dusty hot road barefooted. I was hot and sick from running so hard, sad because I didn't get to go to town, and mad because I never got to ride my horse or keep my new found pet. Meanwhile my parents had to stop about 15 miles down the road so that Dad could get the skunk boots out of the trunk and throw them as far as he could. They said the heat and the saturated boots almost overpowered them. When mother returned home she said that I still smelled terrible, and that I didn't take a good enough bath. So away I went and bathed again. As was my custom in washing my hair, I would not unbraid the braids. I was so tender headed that the less I did to my head the better. My Mother entered the bath just as I was getting out and caught me with my braids still up. Well, she unbraided my long hair and started scrubbing. I thought she was going to scalp me for sure as she was scrubbing so hard. She even mixed vinegar and water to pour over my hair, but not even that could get the smell out. I couldn't go anywhere for days, and even my clothes had to be burned. My poor little body and hair got scrubbed every day with the vinegar rinse until the smell disappeared. For days my brothers badgered me whether I smelled like a skunk or not. Now of course, I never told my parents or anyone that I had ran down the skunk and caught him, even carrying him.
After all, that didn't
compare to killing a diamond back rattlesnake, which was longer than I
was tall. Then there were the times I dodged the alligators when
necessary. Once I ran barefooted across the marsh and smelling a
terrible poisonous odor I came upon a huge coiled cottonmouth. He had
his mouth wide open to strike. I even saw the white around the inside
of his mouth. I was running so fast that when I saw the snake I
couldn't stop, so I had to leap as high into the air as I could and jump
over him. I hit the other side and kept running. Being hot from
running, if he had struck me I would not have made it back home. I bet
my guardian angel was happy when I finally grew up. So between the
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We lived on a Brahma cattle ranch and rice farm laid on four hundred acres of flat Texas costal land. A portion of the land lay along the bank of the Tres Palacios Bay. Across the bay westward was the beautiful town of Palacios with its fish and shrimping businesses. The Texas Baptist encampment was located there running along the bay front. The encampment was a source of entertainment for us children during the summer.
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by several Penlands, over many, many, many years)
One Spring when your
Grandpa Penland (A. B., Sr.) and his brothers were almost all
already married young men, a gator was eating all your Great
Grandpa (A. A.) Penlands' new born calves. It was so large it
was swallowing the babies whole leaving no remains. AND it was
so smart it followed young pregnant cows while they were in
labor and grabbed the calves as my Grandpa (A. A.) Penland
said 'fore they hit the ground.'
Bob and Susie Penland (could be Pam Mize) son
and daughter of
Penland wives l to r
Ruby Sanders Penland
Marguerite Dabelgott Penland
Nell Penland Mize
Colleen Talmadge Penland
August 1956 (photo developed Sep. 1956)
Story courtesy of
Susie Penland Genck daughter of A. B. and Marguerite Penland,
granddaughter of A.A. and Vannie Penland |
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Memories of Aaron and Marguerite Penland I always
loved hearing about the first moment my parents saw each other.
I especially loved hearing them tell it together. They both
swore it was love at first sight! My father, Aaron,
was attending Texas A&M at College Station and decided to come
home one weekend to Collegeport to visit his parents Vannie and
Bud. When my Dad entered a dance with a friend my Mom saw him in
the doorway and she told her girlfriend "That's him, that's the
man I'm going to marry." At the same time my Dad was looking
around from the doorway to see who was there and he saw her and
he told his friend "I'm going to marry that girl." They danced
the night away in each others arms... that night and forever.
They both loved to dance. (The following day my father broke up
with a girl he had been seeing seriously). Even when we were
little they loved to dance. They both loved waltzes. One night
when I was 4 or 5 I woke up to "The Blue Danube" being played. I
got up to see who was up in the middle of the night and there
were my parents just swaying not really waltzing in each others
arms and smiling. Even as a
little girl I knew not to disturb
their moments so I pattered off to bed. To this day when I hear
"The Blue Danube" playing I can see them smiling and swaying
together. Later on when I was in my 20's I went home to live for
a year. My parents and I had many, many talks. In all my years
living with my parents I had never heard them fight, not one
cross word. So one night when Dad and I were talking I asked him
why they didn't fight. He told me they had one fight in their
whole lives. He said when he and Mom fight wars start. My dad
was married and in the Army. One morning my Mom asked him to
take her to the movies, he "told" her to shine his brass for the
next day and he'd take her. She refused. Sometime later that day
the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and they knew he'd be leaving
soon. They held each other and both vowed that they would
never
fight again. And my dad said they never did! Their children can
attest to that. Everyday when he got home Mom was waiting with
the biggest smile and as soon as he saw her he got the biggest
smile too. They were always hugging or touching each other like
they hadn't seen each other in a long while, and always with
smiles for each other and eyes connecting. My dad said to me
while I was little and at home again as an adult, " The best
gift two parents can give their children is a happy marriage."
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Present by the Penland Family |
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Created Jul. 13, 2006 |
Updated Mar. 26, 2009 |