The main pix start after the break, but for the folks who don't want to click through, here's a picture of Marie trying to eat the camera:
Anyway, that's not what this photo is. This photo is one of the brand-new hotels that are situated, rather strangely I think, along Commerce. I believe this is the easternmost one. San Antonio is absolutely filled with hotels. I guess maybe these get patrons from folks who come to town for stuff at the Alamodome and don't have the money to stay in downtown proper. I dunno.
here. Anyway, I noticed that day that the couch had been turned around to face the wall. I presume the Blair Witch is off killing its companion or something.
Part of the Friedrich building, seen through a plot at City Cemetery #1. Randomly, the family plot under this tree had dead sod squares & its own sprinkler system. I have no clue why...
This is Clara Driscoll's grave. She funded the purchase of the Alamo on behalf of Adina de Zavala and the rest of the DRT.
Front (top) and back of the same headstone. I really wish more folks thought to have these mini-bios put on their gravestones. It's pretty neat. And I love that they had their nicknames (probably bestowed by grandkids) put on the front and the "important" stuff on the back. By the way, although I have no idea who these people were, they were obviously high up in SA society--the wife is of the Mavericks. (I was recently reminded that the Mavericks supplied most of the cannon currently displayed at the Alamo. Also, they had a Spanish cannon found on their property melted down and cast into a bell for my church. I don't think the Maavericks are still Episcopalians, though, or if they are they've switched churches.)
my husband keeps getting panhandled). On the way out I noticed another pay phone, and grabbed the receiver to let all the girls listen to the dial tone, which is supposedly on its way out.
This is the Confederate cemetery I've been searching for. I figured it was somewhere in this cemetery, but this cemetery is huge, comprising several city blocks. True story: Once, when I was a teenager and we lived over near here, my mother and I were walking home from HEB after dark, and we took a shortcut through this cemetery. So we're walking down the main street you saw in the previous photo and we hear a very genial "Hello." We both about jumped out of our skins thinking it was a ghost, but no. Just a drunk dude sitting on a headstone with his 40oz.
/AT FORT DODGE, IOWA/MARCH 18, 1868/DIED MRS. T. H. WINN/NOVEMBER 19, 1905. Who was she? Not a clue. It's always interesting to me when completely run-of-the-mill folks wind up with huge monuments (hers is much more ornate than Ms. de Zavala's, or even Ms. Driscoll's). A Google search only turns up genealogy info.
Next time: we walk down Hoefgen and over to my alma mater and through the King William area. Probably the longest walk we've taken yet.