I'm getting a bit slow with these! There is actually a lot of image processing that goes on. Not a lot of tweaking, but as you know if you take photographs on anything more than a 100% casual basis, a lot of raw material goes in to the few usable pictures you wind up with. As always, the fun starts after the break, but as per my usual, here's a random photo from the walk that isn't really interesting enough to include but amuses me anyway:
This is the inside of the old Friedrich building which has appeared in my WtES posts a few times already. I did not go inside (though I will admit a great desire to); I just put the camera up to the window and zoomed in. Happy Column is happy!
His record is a single sentence long: voluntarily brought water to the wounded under fire. A little more digging shows that this happened at Little Big Horn.
(not my emphasis) Lieut. Samuel H. Reynolds US Army, who died at San Antonio, Texas January 19th, 1859; in the 24 year of her age". Who was she, beyond the obvious? I haven't a clue, but judging by this I must assume she died in childbirth: another grave at that cemetery (which I did not find) was of one Douglass E. Reynolds, son of Samuel H. Reynolds, whose birthday was 1-19-1859. It is obvious from this and from her son's name that Lt. Reynolds must have cared quite deeply for her, which raises the question of why she was his consort and not his wife. Perhaps it is due to the fact that my daughters attend Frederick Douglass elementary school, but I wonder if perhaps she was black, and they did not marry because they couldn't. (Being half-black wouldn't have been a huge thing for the younger Reynolds; from what I'm seeing it appears Lt. Reynolds went to West Point, so he most likely wasn't short of money or influence.)
One of the more ornate headstones there. According to a search I did a while back, this particular tombstone is a symbol of the Woodmen of the World. Doesn't it look impressive? I had no idea what the organization is; apparently it's an insurance company. Really. Talk about anti-climactic...
Gen. John Bullis certainly befits a tombstone like the one he has. And yes, it is he for whom Camp Bullis was named.
Shortly after our arrival at the gates of the cemetery, we heard brakes squealing and a boom. I would have gone to see if I could help, but I had no idea where it was. Should have known it was on Commerce. Commerce and Monumental, to be exact. It's a bitch of an intersection to be sure--one lane splits off Commerce to turn on to Monumental, and there's a slight rise, stop signs for the smaller street only, and, well, people driving on Commerce tend to speed. A lot. This was taken from quite a distance with the zoom, 'cause I try to avoid getting in anybody's way.
These next few photos are from City Cemetery #5. This is the smallest of the City Cemeteries in the area, sandwiched in between the national cemetery and an even smaller, nameless cemetery (the only way I know they're separate is because of the fencing).
"Interesting only in conjunction with another photo" could actually be the theme for this cemetery. It's an odd one.
Continuing with the theme...
Next up: St. Michael's Catholic Cemetery. (These cemeteries were mostly small, so yes we visited several.)
When I first saw the stone in the foreground, it appeared as though it had once had photos and perhaps someone had popped them out. But no, they're just recesses for relief-crosses. All of the names in this cemetery are just exactly this ethnic. Except one woman named Blanche. (Note also that there's another one of the iron crosses in the foreground. I've seen a few of these in each cemetery, but this one had the most.)
Requisite "Tower of the Americas in the Distance" shot. Dunno when I'll get to putting it up here, but the next one of these walks has a fantastic close-up shot of the Tower. As you can tell from the photo, it started to get a bit late, so we turned around and headed home, back through City Cemetery #1. That place is huge, by the way; it spans more than a city block, so you'll be seeing it again.
I found this quite intriguing. A very small enclosure, for a sole grave. The fellow buried there is one Weston Spies Gales, who was apparently a society toff of the time; a Google search of his name brings up a couple of NY Times wedding announcements which appear to be contemporary to him (though it's hard for me to tell, as for some reason I can only get a brief glimpse of the PDFs). He's listed as a "possible CSA veteran," though to be honest I doubt it--he was from New York, after all.
this grave from this post? I said at the time I'd never seen another like it. Well, I found another like it. Sort of. I'm not entirely certain why I didn't get a picture of the full grave, other than it bore more resemblance to a rubbish pile than a grave. I presume that in pristine condition it appeared much like the other one, but some dickwad thought it would be a good idea to smash the decoration all to hell. This does, however, salve my curiosity about what those shells were--actual shells, apparently, backed with concrete. I still don't know the significance.
seen before. In the very first of these posts, in fact. This is an across-the-street shot, and from this distance it looks rather like a run-of-the-mill abandoned building; it gives no clue that it's merely a shell at this point.
I'll also freely admit I'm tickled by the whole "Electric Mattress Factory" thing. Now, were the mattresses themselves electric? Or merely the factory? (I know, I know, common sense dictates the latter...)
Next walk includes the outside part of the Institute of Texan Cultures and Hemisfair Park.