History did not record
who first cried,
“Remember the Alamo!”
Because that person
did not then also cry
“And remember me, too!
Old Jimmy Jacket —
King of the catch-phrase!”
.
I see a mystery
in everything.
Why?
Who knows?
History did not record
who first cried,
“Remember the Alamo!”
Because that person
did not then also cry
“And remember me, too!
Old Jimmy Jacket —
King of the catch-phrase!”
.
I see a mystery
in everything.
Why?
Who knows?
Just remind me please, what was Alamo? A kind of water softener to add to your washing machine’s rinse load, perhaps?
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Thanks, Grumpy!
The photo is wonderful. Tref – you have become one with the tree behind you in that town square, your hands the roots, conjuring that drink, yet the shadow of your hand on the table reminds me of Bram Stoker’s Dracula sweeping past, perhaps believing the goblet is filled with blood! Pesky town square vampires always photobombing.
I love it! Thanks, Vin
I’ve always thought some used car dealer first uttered those words.
Holy crap this blog is funny.
ThankyouMr.Groove!
“Remember the Alamo!” was first cried by the coach of a minor league baseball team visiting Las Vegas. Most of the players hailed taxis, took the city bus, or hopped aboard the monorail, but one player, who was rather forgetful, rented a car from Alamo, and never got around to actually driving it. As the team packed its bags for the flight back home, the coach remembered the rented car, and thought it wise to remind the player that he should return it.
On another note, I’ve been to the Alamo in San Antonio twice. And we have an Alamo defender in our family history: Thomas R. Miller. You can look him up on the internet.
I will definitely check it out. Crockett is one of my favorite subjects. Just finished reading American Legend by Buddy Levy. Definitely one of the better books written by a guy named, Buddy.
Interesting that you should mention David Crockett (he preferred “David” to “Davy”). Thomas R. Miller, as the family story goes, was a personal friend of David Crockett. I’m copying/pasting an excerpt from an article I found on the Texas State Historical Association (TSHA) web site.
“In 1834 Town Council meetings were held in Thomas Miller’s home in Gonzales, and he was a road surveyor for the town. He was a sindico procurador of the Gonzales Ayuntamiento of 1834. Miller was one of the Gonzales “Old Eighteen” who, in late September 1835, held off Mexican attempts to take back the town’s cannon until militiamen from surrounding settlements were summoned. Their efforts helped provoke the subsequent battle of Gonzales in which Miller was also a participant. During the first half of November 1835, he served as a member of the Texas Consultation, a group of Texan delegates to decide on the course of action in response to the Santa Anna dictatorship in 1835.
“On March 1, 1836, Miller entered the Alamo as one of the thirty-two Gonzales Rangers who responded to the request for relief. There he died in the battle of the Alamo on March 6, 1836.”
Sometimes I ask myself, when Col. Travis drew the line in the sand, would I have been brave enough to cross?
Why is the drink not levitating? WHY IS IT NOT LEVITATING? What does this mean, Father?
Turning water into a bloody mary was not good enough for you?
Fair enough. I shall withdraw my histrionics…
I’m pretty sure he’s levitating the table.
That’s it!
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And a special thanks to the good folks over at the David Bruce Blog and Cafe!
Judging by your photos, you’re an expert on cafes.
I remember the Alamo and Old Jimmie Jams. Stick another straw in that drink and we can reminisce over a cold one.
I am convinced you are like a Jesus reboot, but better.
That’s it!
I wonder why I had forgotten the Alamo after all these years. Thanks for reminding me. I have bookmarked this post so I never forget it again.
I’ve already forgotten it. Thanks, G