West Texas Talk
Rambling Boy – A book about 19th century Texas furniture
April 12th, 2012
By LONN TAYLOR
I have just completed a project that I started work on forty-two years ago. It is a new edition of a book on nineteenth-century Texas furniture, which I have written with David B. Warren, director emeritus of the Bayou Bend Collection of the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston. The first edition, which Warren …
Library talk – Celebrate national library week
April 12th, 2012
By RENEE MICK
This week, April 8-14, is National Library Week. Celebrate your library this week, and every day of every week of the year! The Marfa library offers every Marfa resident access to thousands of books, both in print and in audio format, films, periodicals, programs, Inter-library loan, and Wi-fi.
Even more, the library is the …
Correspondence
April 12th, 2012
I take great umbrage at Larry McMurtry’s comments about Marfa in the April 26 issue of The New York Review of Books in his review of author M.G. Lord’s book, “The Accidental Feminist: How Elizabeth Taylor Raised Our Consciousness and We Were Too Distracted by Her Beauty to Notice.”
For the record, I have lived in …
Rambling Boy – Norton Rugeley, my favorite cousin
April 12th, 2012
By LONN TAYLOR
March 18 would have been the eighty-sixth birthday of my favorite cousin, Norton Rugeley. Norton was born in Wharton, Texas, in 1926, which made him fourteen years older than I and ten years younger than his cousin, Horton Foote, whose plays and screenplays about Wharton emphasized the family ties among its people and …
Correspondence
April 12th, 2012
The Valentine Pirate Basketball Team would like to thank the families who have been so supportive and cooperative during our 2011-2012 basketball season. We would also like to thank the Valentine community for cheering us on and being the best fans in the area.
A special thank you to the School Board and Mr. William D. …
Rambling Boy – riding the rails from New Orleans to D.C.
March 29th, 2012
By LONN TAYLOR
Last month I made a journey back to childhood. I took a train, the Amtrak Crescent, from New Orleans to Washington, D.C., a twenty-seven hour trip in a sleeping car. I first rode that line, then the Norfolk Southern Railroad’s Southern Crescent, as an eighteen-month old toddler in the summer of 1941 and …
