Just realized the pix for this post were taken three months ago. I absolutely do not remember why I took a number of them. Like this one:
The rest (most of which is slightly less confusing) is beyond the break.
two Texas Rangers and some unidentified Alamo defenders. I am still not entirely certain what the Odd Fellows are, or if the organization still exists hereabouts, but they were quite the thing in this city (and others) back in the late 19th century, from the look of things. From Wikipedia's article, it seems to have been a fraternal organization along the lines of the Masons, but with rather more pedestrian membership; while Masons were composed of folks pretty high on the socioeconomic ladder, Odd Fellows "opened its doors to the working class." Of course, I doubt you'd find too many of the olden equivalent of Walmart workers in the Odd Fellows by the time this cemetery was created, but there you go.
This one I photographed because it's just a lovely little headstone. Very ornate. Flower-bedecked stones seem to have been fairly common back then, and not just for children (though mostly). This one also struck me because Darling Mary was almost Linda's age when she died.
Udo comes up as a defendant in a tax case brought by the city; he lost but it was overturned on appeal. He was also once elected vice president of the Texas Bee-Keepers' Association. He actually appears quite a bit in contemporary newspapers; bee keeping was big business back in the day.
These next few were taken in City Cemetery #1, which we've visited several times before; some of these are conscious repeats of photos I took in the gloom of my first Walkin' the East Side post.
Menger Hotel family, but I cannot find any indication of that. He seems to have done well for himself; the one bit of information I can find on him mentions a deed for 640 acres in Medina county.
this photo. Nothing new to add to the other bit of talk of the Guenthers I did, other than the fact that Jim's restaurants prominently feature using Pioneer flour for their biscuits.
(Bavarians love them some Texas, which I guess is fitting as Bavaria has been referred to as Germany's Texas, what with the lederhosen and more drunkenness than usual) and her husband was a baker, at least back in Germany. One of her daughters is buried in a nearby cemetery.
city cops commonly await the coming of the Zombiepocalypse there.
Next up, City Cemetery #6, last seen here.
this picture. Now, right there my camera crapped out and I was only able to take sporadic photographs, so there were a number of things I didn't manage to document as thoroughly as I'd have liked, but hey not like it's going anywhere, right?
local Elks Lodge is still quite active. I love this line, by the way: "Our bartender will be able to assist you in filling out the membership application and assist you in obtaining two Members of the Order to serve as references." If that ain't puro San Antonio, I don't know what is. These days they have a scholarship program and a summer camp, among other things. And of course a bitchin' cemetery plot.
union editorial shop" by 1977. Apparently, back when the thing to do with your organization was to ensure members had a proper burial. A very modest one, from all appearances.
As always, not sure when I'll get around to the next one. I too the photographs for it just a few days ago. It features a delicatessen, a bagpiper, and Marie trying to eat the Alamo.