Acton

The smallest State Park in Texas

I suspect that there comes a time in life – the result of a gradual process, even though its perception may be sudden – when it seems that the trains are not as frequent as they used to be, and that even then, they often pass right through the station with stopping. So when one stops, you have to ride it. Even if it’s going to Acton, TX.

Elizabeth Crockett

You probably don’t know this – there’s no reason why you should – but Acton is the site of the smallest State Park in Texas. Acton is a small town with a good sense of humour, as you can see from the signs outside the gas station cum convenience store, and the liquor store. For a small town, they sure must drink a lot of liquor – but if I hadn’t stopped there, I never would have found the park. It’s in the middle of (one of) the local cemeteries, and is famous only because Elizabeth Crockett (Davy’s wife) is buried there.

The gas station

The Bootlegger

On my way out I noticed an old (in the American timeframe) grave: “She’s gone to that bright land of love where death and sickness never come, where all is bliss with those above who dwell within that peaceful land”. Not an uncommon inscription for the time (1891), but touching nevertheless.

Spring flowers are in full bloom finally, and the day is warm but breezy. I’m driving with the windows open to catch the fragrance of large patches of bluebonnets, and listening to Bob Dylan (“Modern Times”) on the CD player – Workingman’s Blues is particularly poignant.

Primroses

Randomly following country roads, I stop at Cahill Methodist Church. It’s closed up, but I sit for a while in the cool shade of the cemetery – unusual in some respects, because cemeteries round here (probably for historic reasons associated with hygiene) are normally located well away from civilization. While I’m sitting, the local Sheriff’s cruiser swings by, presumably to check out the unrecognized car – I wave, but can’t see any acknowledgement through the tinted glass.

Old gravestone

Christian rock band

By chance, I end up in Cleburne, where the Spring Festival is in full swing. I park the car on the outskirts of town, and walk into the downtown area. It’s obviously a very Christian festival, with many faith-based roadside stalls, and a Christian rock band. I have to say (again) that, although it’s not really my style, the church here feels so much more alive than at home – if rock music and cowboy church is what it takes to get youth involved, a lesson could be learned.

Lunch was a BBQ sandwich – shredded smoked brisket on a hamburger bun, with barbecue sauce, onions and jalapenos – eaten at the communal table with plenty of kitchen roll for mopping sauce-soaked fingers and mouth.

Downings gun shop

In Texas, they take guns very seriously. In view of the recent Virginia Tech Massacre, it’s easy to take issue with the “gun culture”. Personally, I think the “knife culture” in England is just as insidious, and simply serves to demonstrate that we will use whatever means are available to wreak havoc. As you’ll know, Kurt Vonnegut died recently. He said, in an interview in 2005, “I think that the Earth's immune system is trying to get rid of us, as well it should.” I find it difficult to disagree.