Autumn cool–I love it–a promise of transformation. Green turns to yellow-gold and then orange to red–old growth giving way to new. Leaves turn shades of red, flutter down and cover grass, once green, now washed to beige.
My neighborhood changes too. Fawns growing into long-legged bucks and does. Their spots fade and they romp in the crisp-cool evenings like teenagers on a Friday night. The herd dances through the pecan trees and leap across winding roads.

In the fall, fashions evolve from summer white into earth tones, wrapping around us to warm our spirits. My city is changing too. Wonderful shops–transfigured with vibrant colors of the season.

Recently I peeked in the Opera House window. The site caught my breath. Like a huge gaping wound, it stood void of its beauty. The ghosts haunting the historic building seemed to flutter through the gutted building. But there’s no mournful sound. It’s a song I hear—joyful and whispering of the glory to come. On the eastside of Granbury’s Square, the old Granbury Live building has an amazing new look. It has been transformed into a huge stage with intimate, theater seating. You have to see it for yourself. Maybe I should say, “You have to hear it for yourself,” because the sound is phenomenal.

 I only watched part of a dress rehearsal for The Secret Garden. It was enough to make me know I don’t want to miss this classic musical. The old stage that the legendary Tom McRea built has been extended to double its size. The center rows, from the fifth row back, have been removed, pulling the audience into the stage area. As a fan who refused to sit in what I called, “the hole,” I stood in amazement at the changes. Every seat now offers a perfect view. How did they think of this?

Scott Young, president of the Historic Merchants Association, explained it like this: “Most of us try to think outside the box. Andrew doesn’t have a box!” I so agree! Andrew Barrus may be one of the most creative people I’ve ever met. However he also has a business-savvy. He’s a dedicated, detail person that seems to center him in the task at hand. Drawing plans for stage and sets, designing, planning and building a community of caring people to support the arts.

My shopping/photo shoot with Dana Vollmer was a treat for me. This is an exceptional young woman. Dana has become an icon for Granbury, Texas and the U.S.A. Her mark on the swimming world has placed a pointer on the world map—annotating Texas, Hood County and Granbury as a place that raises up champions. In November Hood County has an opportunity to set excellence as a goal and provide young swimmers with the tools to accomplish their goals.  How many more champions can we build with an Olympic-size-pool where our youth can train? Don’t forget to vote for the future.n opportunity to set excellence as a goal and provide young swimmers with the tools to accomplish their goals. How many m

Voting has never been more important in our nation. We have a clear choice between candidates on all levels and choices between issues. Read, study and listen. Know before you vote. I also would ask each of you to vote your values, not a party.

Fall Festival happens at the end of the month, ushering in the holiday seasons. Willow and Reagan, the magazine-article-writing cats, can’t join in the Bow Wow Trick or Treat, but you can. Cool weather, cool shops, cool new restaurants and wonderful musicals, our annual local star-search every Thursday night at Shanley Park, murder-mystery theater and live shows…it doesn’t get any better than this.

Enjoy!

Sights and scenes of the “magic valley” expressed in the photos of our readers often describe this land between the rivers far better than words. Some have suggested my term “magic valley” overstates. However, I think it all depends on what the word “magic” means to you. If you like your magic flashy, July 4th and Christmas flash here in a big way; if magic means to you a quiet retreat where peace washes over your soul like waves on a sunlit beach; if magic is the green growth feeding life with God’s love, then this is the magic valley for you, too.

I spent a great deal of my summer on family business and drove my kids and grandchildren to many communities over several states for fun and emergencies. Like Dorothy in Oz I can tell you there’s no place like the magic valley.

My grandson took me camping in the mountains of New Mexico. I admit the mountain temperature is difficult to compete with, but my remote-controlled bed verses an air mattress on rocky cold ground wins after one night. Give me green valleys, cool breezes over sparkling water. Others can keep the hot concrete and crowded hotels of the city, where you are a number, not the Freemans. That is definitely not magical.

Even the language here is simple. An example is the night I pulled up to Gexa Pavilion in Dallas to let my daughter, granddaughter and friend out for a boy-band concert. The parking attendant said: “Big time rush.” I said, “No, I’m not in a hurry at all.” He laughed. My granddaughter said, “Nana! That’s the group playing.” I think Elvis has left the building and living somewhere in Granbury or Glen Rose.

I am clicking my ruby-red heels together and shouting there’s no place like home in the magic valley. It’s a virtual vacation.

Last month we celebrated the National Day of the Cowboy for the first time ever in Hood County. I’m so proud to have nominated one of the best cowboys ever–Larry Avery. He puts his talent on the line with his faith everyday and his neighbors are rewarded.

Thanks to David and Kay Moore and Boots Hubbard for their work on this event and the Rio Brazos Music Hall for hosting it. Kay Moore pulled together information and planned the entire Day of the Cowboy event in less than a week. We are blessed to have people like Kay supporting our community. Last month due to a misunderstanding, Kay’s article mentioned Mason Mayne, having been inducted into the Texas Cowboy Hall of Fame. Although he wasn’t in that noted group, many thought he should have been. Also in Kay’s article Cissy’s husband is listed as David and that should be Don. Mayne’s death was in 1997.

There is no telling what events and great times will happen in August that hasn’t even been planned yet. As you look to the end of summer, don’t forget the fun things to do in Granbury and Glen Rose. You and your family will love the Labor Day weekend events. I don’t understand how there’s always a new innovative happening here. It’s magic! 

Peggy

“Love is the answer to everything. It’s the only reason to do anything. If you don’t write stories you love, you’ll never make it. If you don’t write stories that other people love, you’ll never make it.”
~ Ray Bradbury

As we reach the 10th Anniversary of Granbury Showcase Magazine, I feel profoundly thankful for the blessings this work has dripped into my life. Like an IV of love and goodwill, fun and entertainment, my world has become richer and fuller by hearing the stories of people who live, move and have their being in this land between the rivers.

Years ago we had the honor of knowing pastor, Casey Perry, who said, “When you hear someone’s story, you can understand and love them.” Casey wasn’t a great preacher, nor did he have a magnetic personality. His short stature accentuated his slightly overweight frame. His hairline was rapidly moving south and his scarred hands made jerky movements when he talked. This is what you would see when you met Casey. However, when you heard his story you discovered the scars occurred when he was a boy. Their home caught on fire. Casey wouldn’t get out of the burning house until he saved his sister.

Everyone has a story. Hearing the stories and sharing them with you has changed “my story.” I often begin an interview with questions about an event, a business or special occasion to discover the heart of the person, and then I listen for their “real” story. What a blessing this has been for me.

Petting a rhino, riding in a race car, meeting childhood idols—each month brings a new adventure in the “Magic Valley.”

It is always so good to hear the reaction from readers about the stories and pictures we share. Because we believe in each other, businesses investing in the community, neighbors buying locally and the rest of us, giving our best to help everyone succeed, we will flourish as a community. God blesses those who bless their neighbors.

Thank you for sharing your stories and for creating new ones with us for ten years. Business is good! And for me, business is love.

I love birds. Wild or tame, they delight me. Recently, I sat on the patio enjoying a spring morning. Birds sang and a cool breeze whipped the smell of freshly mowed grass across Pecan Plantation’s 6th golf tee. Several birds fluttered around my water fountain, when this wonderful, little bird hopped up to see me. I think she was on her way shopping or perhaps to the bank and I was in her path. She hopped up on the glider where I sat and then skipped behind my back. I turned my head and she hopped down to the ground.

I thought she was gone, when suddenly she jumped up on my lap, tilted her head with a quizzical glance at me and then sweetly left a deposit on my leg. A few minutes later, she returned. I hoped she would get in my lap again but my dog scared her away.

After a few moments of research, I knew it was a Tufted Titmouse. I wish you could see how beautiful this little gray bird is in person. Actually, you can. There are so many great bird-watching sites in this area besides my backyard. Acton Nature Center is just one.

Don’t miss the Texas State Dulcimer Festival in Glen Rose. This is excellent family fun and it‘s all free. The Rio Brazos Music Hall is offering dance lessons and their April line up of talent is excellent. Don’t miss it.

Many of you have mentioned to me, either in person or by email, that you too are hooked on watching the eagle live-cam. I have promised a few readers to print the website again.  www.ustream.tv/decoraheagles. The eggs will be hatched by the time this issue is on the streets.

One of my favorite bird stories explains Easter in a way that even little ones can understand. The story goes that a farmer started his morning the same each Sunday. His wife dressed, ate and begged him to join her for church. He mumbled regret about too much work and admitted that he didn’t understand her belief and saw no reason to pretend he did. Why would anyone believe a story about a God coming to earth as a man to die on a cross? One Sunday near Easter, an unusually late, cold-front blew across the farm. The farmer woke early to check on the stock. He had a second cup of coffee and watched the snow fall. Then he noticed a few birds huddled under the eaves of the house. This small bird was a variety that didn’t stay in the area all year. For some reason it hadn’t headed south for this cold blast. The farmer knew the birds wouldn’t make it through the night. He decided to open the barn doors for them to fly into its warmth. But the birds stayed huddled in the cold. Then he scattered breadcrumbs toward the barn. The birds still didn’t move. He threw rocks and yelled, flapping his arms like a crazy man. The birds fluttered and then returned to what they thought was safety.

Frustrated, the farmer looked around and tried to think. “If only I could find a way to tell them to go to the barn,” he said to himself. “If only I could become a bird for a moment in time and show them how to be saved.”

Just then the church bells echoed across the snow covered fields. Suddenly the farmer understood. His wife dressed warm to drive to the church as always, but today, the farmer joined her. Now he understood why God became a man. And yes, he left the barn door open.

I hope you know that God became a man to show He loves us. Have a blessed Easter and spring.

Eagles are nesting! As I watch the live, eagle camera in Iowa, I wonder if the eagles at seen here by the Brazos have nested. The eagle couple www.ustream.tv/decoraheagles have already laid one egg and may lay two more in the next few days. When eagles or even chickens hatch, it’s a time-consuming, difficult task. If you have ever watched the process, you know the intense desire to help the frail life in its struggle to get out. But if you’ve been raised by a wise mother or dad, you know not to help.

With my mom, it was part of the “Don’t Meddle, Don’t Touch” song and wisdom. She often sang the song and then gave a tidbit of knowledge about nature. The egg is like a workout room for the little eaglet–a gymnasium to build the muscles and strength it needs to survive. If interrupted or hurried, the bird dies. Eaglets break through the shell by using their egg tooth, a pointed bump on the top of the beak. It sometimes takes from twelve to forty-eight hours to hatch after making the first break in the shell (pipping).

The eagles at Decorah, Iowa, on the banks of the babbling waters of Trout Run, in extreme northeast Iowa, nest in a cottonwood tree on private property near the Decorah Fish Hatchery (operated by the Iowa Department of Natural Resources),

It’s all about LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION. What better place to build a nest for hungry babies than near a fish factory. To me the eagles have three important lessons for us. Lesson number one: when you have seen eagles in the neighborhood, you are blessed. Number two: tenacity and time will carry us through difficult situations. And number three: location, location, location. We are blessed to have all of these in the land between the rivers.

Springtime is rolling in on a rain cloud. Wildflowers will be painting the country side blue and red before we know it. Everyone needs to get out into the sunlight and shake off the winter grumpies. Granbury, Glen Rose, Bluff Dale and Hico are ready with new shops, new fashion, new food and new entertainment.

The grills are fired up and waiting for General Granbury’s Birthday Celebration. I think the General would be proud to be honored by our community. His tenacity and dedication to the cause for state’s rights stirs us to do more for the next generation for freedom of the individual to worship, believe and pursue happiness as they want.

Come down and enjoy the beans and barbeque. Check out the new shops in Glen Rose and Granbury. Enjoy the Billy the Kid car show. If you haven’t eaten a burger or a steak at the Rio Brazos Music Hall and Cantina, you need to try it and enjoy live-music by top stars in the industry.

 New this month is Mary Lou’s Mystery Dinner Theater at the Nutt House Hotel. Andrew Barrus, Creative Director at Granbury Opera House and Executive Director at Granbury Theatre Company brings his expertise and excitement to the stage of Granbury. Andrew brings the knowledge and experience of Cleburne’s Plaza Theater. I for one am looking forward to the opening of the Opera House, so I did some scouting. I decided to check it out. I don’t usually comment on venues in other area. However, after enjoying the Palaces production of Fiddler on the Roof Top in Cleburne, I was so excited about the future of the Granbury Opera House.

 

When I attend a production, I often find myself critiquing instead of enjoying a show—picking it apart. However this production was far superior to many I’ve seen. The choreography was superb and the director had chosen excellent talent. I left encouraged for our summer season at the Granbury Opera House. We are in for a treat!

March into spring. Step into the sunshine.

Cupids, bears, hearts, flowers and of course eagles symbolize Valentine’s Day. Yes, I said eagles. I believe the eagle is the ultimate Valentine symbol.

Eagles mate for life. They are extremely committed. Courtship begins when the female flies in a circle and the male chases her. She notices his strong beak and takes note of his beautiful feathers, but the real test comes in his ability to face the storms of life, to manage when fate produces it sharpest decline and soar easily to a higher altitude.

The female gets a small leaf and flies to 10,000 feet or so and drops it. He dives at about 200 miles an hour, catches it and takes it back to her. She ignores him. Then she repeats the procedure with a twig and then a bigger branch. The bigger the branch the faster he has to dive. Then she goes to about 500 feet. If he catches this one, she knows he can catch her babies when they fall. She can trust him. She goes on in the courtship. If not, she continues her search for the male with the right attributes to share life in the wild.

Eagles have been known to lock talons and drop toward the earth. Males and females have also been observed with talons locked. The male will not let go. Even if it cost his life, he will not let her go until she releases. He’s there until death do they part. .

He brings her gifts, green twigs. As they nest he has been seen stroking her feathers. He also brings toys to the nest—he says for the kids—cans, tires and balls of all shapes and sizes. Yes the male species has many traits that are universal.

Romance is abundant in Granbury and Glen Rose, especially in February. This year it’s even better. I definitely plan to attend the Hunks of Hood County. The Valentine Special at Rio Brazos Music Hall and Cantina offers an incredible evening at an amazing price. The more I go to the Rio, the more I’m impressed. Lately, I’ve gone every Thursday to enjoy their great tasting burgers at a special price. It’s first class all the way. Take your sweetie to one of the wonderful restaurants in the valley and enjoy the moonlight on the river.

A few years ago, I gave my niece Carly some Bachelor Buttons seeds to plant and told her the old wives tale about how the little round flower helps you find a husband. The wedding pictures on this page are from Carly and David Livenston’s wedding. You will also notice it didn’t take seeds to help Carly find a husbans; like my sister, she is beautiful. And David could catch any branch before it crashes to the ground. Maybe the secret of the Bachelor Button seeds issthat you have to wait a while to find the one just right for you.

I hope you know you are loved this February. There’s a song, written and performed by the Gaithers, from a few decades ago that expresses why I’ve been married for 48 years, “I am loved. I can risk loving you, for the One who knows me best loves me more.” I firmly believe that we can truly love when we know God loves us…know from having experienced His grace. Because Dickey Freeman and I know how much God loves us, we have stayed together through many differences. It’s that and the fact I told him the first year we were married that I do not believe in divorce; but I believe in murder.”

You are loved!

Happy New Year! Happy fantastic-shopping-deals! Happy diet! Happy fresh start on your life, and happy birthday to me. Twenty-Twelve brings so much hope for our country, our community and each of us individually. Each new year offers an excellent opportunity to access the past year and make goals. Resolutions can be broken or forgotten, but goals are always reached. Maybe not 100%, but to some degree we can work toward our goals each year.

Now is the time to get all the things you wanted for Christmas and didn’t get! The shops and businesses in Granbury are beginning the New Year with the lowest prices ever. Life can’t get any better than beautiful fashions, friendly shop-owners and low prices.

Dieting goes with January like ice cream goes with cake. Ooops! I’m sorry I mentioned cake. I decided not to diet ever again. However, in December I started a weight management program—not to be skinny, to be healthy. Since the first of December, I’ve lost about 20 pounds. No pills or weird stuff. There are many new holistic ways to feel great. Good health is a priceless procession.

A great goal for the new year is to find ways to improve your health. Check out the great places to eat in the article about our restaurants and order one of my favorite dishes.

I’ll be celebrating my birthday in January. In the past I’ve mentioned that I choose a Birthday Person each year, someone who has enriched my life. I give them a gift and a letter explaining why they are my birthday person and thanking them for all the things they have done for me. This is one of my favorite rituals. It makes my birthday fun again. Some years I choose more than one person.

January also marks my seventh year as editor of Granbury Showcase Magazine. Having this opportunity to showcase our communities, to make new friends and share stories with all of you has enhanced my life greatly. My birthday people for 2012 include you, my readers. Thank you for spending part of your precious time on earth reading my work. Thank you for the comments you send me and for the stories you share. You have changed my life in ways you will never know. Your love stories, life stories and hopes for the future make me smile.

My other birthday person is someone I met because of the magazine, then grew to love as neighbor in Pecan – Sandi Hamilton. She lifted me up in prayer and encouraged me to “Trust in the Lord with all my heart…” She helped me through a very dark time and I so appreciate her. We never know when simple kindnesses can help lift someone from a miry pit.

We are celebrating our courthouses this month. The courthouses of Hood and Somervell Counties stand as icons to who we are. Take a tour and continue to support restoration of these beautiful buildings. I also hope you enjoy the story about my new friends in the ROMEO Club. These men know how to have fun. I played baseball with them and got a few good hits. That pitcher may be short but he’s tough.

This year we will all decide if we want our country to continue on its current path or go a different direction. We will celebrate our freedom by voting for our leaders. We have plenty of time to decide who can best lead us. We can also choose to be kind and respectful to those that hold different political views, listening carefully and making up our own mind.

Email me at granburyshowcase@yahoo.com. Let me know what you think of the last seven years of Granbury Showcase Magazine and what you want to see in the next seven.

I see signs going up in the windows all over town. Big Sale! Half Off! Ladies start your engines. Happy New Year!

Christmas, to most of us is painted with a broad brush of carols, bells, lights, movies and stories of love and faith. Scenes from Miracle on 34th Street, Scrooge and It’s a Wonderful Life continue to shape our concept of hope, faith and love. I paint Christmas on a canvas between the rivers, where I enjoy nature and laugh with my family. Peace, comfort and joy waits around every bend.  It’s all free, a gift from the Giver of Christmas.

I think back to Christmas in the city and I shiver. Not from the cold, but from the hectic world that swirls in a rage of speeding cars, criminals and crowds. I parked in buildings where being mugged was a strong possibility.  In the mall, past rows and rows of the same items all made out of ticky-tacky, I was greeted by grumpy sales-staff who just wanted me gone. I hated buying over-priced junk, made in China.

Now—over the river and through the woods—I go. I park in the center of quaintness where crime is not saying, “Merry Christmas.” Everyone smiles.  Unique gifts, handmade items, the latest styles at great prices line the walls and smiling sales-staff help me find what I need. Plus I pay less sales taxes and use very little gas.  Am I smart or what?  I shop in Granbury and Glen Rose and buy Made in America.

All of that and I’m helping my neighbors and friends. I’m keeping my property tax rate low and funneling cash back in to my community. I am so grateful to live here, to know the future is bright. New stores are opening in Granbury.  All this and Jesus came down from His glory, was born in a barn and died so I can enjoy the true peace of God.

 

 

I think I’ve become a snob. For the youngest child of eight that is quite a confession, especially since we, like Herman Cain says, “were po’ before we knew we were poor.” Lately, I’ve noticed a smug slant to my smile when people talk about the place they live.

I live within walking distance of the river, in front of the sixth tee of an excellent golf course and the lake is only a little over a half a mile away. Others talk about traffic jams and I brake for deer and wild turkey. A short fifteen minute drive either direction takes me to the most entertaining places in the state. I can visit dinosaurs, relax on a beach, take a safari or play golf on a half dozen or more courses. Before sunset I can put on fancy duds and head out to boot-scooting good times with top-notch performers, visit an art gallery, listen to soft jazz or enjoy a live show.

Another thing I’ve grown snooty about is the excellent places to shop. Why would anyone drive to the city with the amazing shops in Granbury and Glen Rose? I’m on a full force war on this subject. Recently I received many compliments on my new boots from Caylor Creek. Several people thought I had on the cutest outfit at my husband’s class reunion which I purchased from the Clothes Horse. There’s no need to spend time and gas driving to the city when high-style and comfort, not to mention great prices, can be found near home.

Restaurants in our communities offer great quality. Recently, we attended an affair in another city. We paid $50 each for the worst food I think I’ve ever tasted, while last week we had brisket to die for near the Brazos.

Probably the one thing I’ve become the most high and mighty about is the character of the people here. I usually brag about the people of the panhandle. Lately, I’ve realized that the people in this valley are so similar to those where I grew up – open-hearted and Texas-friendly. They support good values that are more than words rolling off the tongue. They live their values in the way they treat their neighbor and their customers.

As I see all the new shops and restaurants opening in our area, I’m reminded of those who gave a large portion of their lives to our communities. I hear stories of the pioneers who fought to settle the land, but I’m amazed at those who have kept it. People like the Jones family. We were introduced to the “magic valley” by DeeDee and Hank Jones, realtors in Glen Rose. That was almost ten years ago and I could call them at anytime with any request and I bet they would run to help. And people like Diane Rawls Davis. Diane and many others have carried a lion’s share of planning, working and promoting to keep Granbury thriving in an economy that has crushed so many communities, leaving ghost towns in its wake. The ministers and business owners who work each year to host and finance the Christmas Parades, remind us that Jesus is the reason for the season.

I guess that I am thankful for feeling smug. Maybe I should reword that last sentence. God blessed us greatly by bringing us to this land beside still waters. He has restored our souls here. I am so grateful that the holidays will find me in this valley, between these communities enjoying the Parade of Lights and celebrating a Country Christmas.

Count your blessings and enjoy the season.

Cool, fall weather brings joy.  Harvest time—picking the last of everything before the frost.  Tomatoes, corn and watermelons, juicy-ripe, busted open and dug out by the handfuls, running down your chin in rivers of sweetness.

Memories of growing up on the farm remain as sweet.  We worked into sundown, canning and freezing the last of our garden.  That garden ran the length of our road which was half a section long.  It took forever to hoe to the end of a row and get behind the corn where we searched for a watermelon that was ripe.  The skill of detecting a ripe melon requires a finely tuned ear and great thumping skills. Outsmarting my mom about how many melons were still on the vine was the difficult part. We did use the hoe…to bury the rind.

Before the first freeze, we picked all the melons, put them in the barn and cover them in hay. Then we ended the day with a huge piece of cold watermelon, and seconds if we wanted. However these never tasted as good as the ones we devoured behind the corn.

Nothing is like it used to be–including my own reflection. Looking in the mirror, I see I’m not what I used to be. Actually, there’s a great deal more of me, more pounds, wrinkles and gray hair.  If we are always looking at what used to be, we will be disappointed. If we look at the present with hope and trust in our neighbors, we get a glimpse of a bright future, a memory in the making.

Shopping in our communities has changed.  If you haven’t been in a while, you are going to be surprised by all the new and different looks happening there.  And if you are lucky enough to live in Pecan or De Cordova, you can get even more savings by bringing in your membership card.  Since the merchants have been using this means of saying thank-you for shopping, both communities have had a rush to print new membership cards.  It seems many members have been in the community for so long they forgot they once had one.  It’s amazing how excited women get over an extra shopping discount!

October brings festivals like Harvest Moon Festival and Bow Wow Trick or Treat. Also Granbury Quilt Guild brings their amazing quilt show every two years.  It is a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes to transport the family back to mama’s house.  Cold weather memories from my childhood often include being wrapped in a cozy quilt, warmed by the fire and tossed into bed. I’ve shared a few of the squares from my favorite quilt here.  I helped compose this with Susan Hearne Cantrell, who worked with my husband.  We gave it to him for his 60th birthday and made him cry.

On Saturday, October 8th, The Last Mile a Granbury Ghosts and Legends Tour new city cemetery tour begins. This is about an hour of fun for you and your family. Ride the trolley to the cemetery where a guide will take you on a historical tour of the founding mothers and fathers of Granbury. $10.00 per person. 11:00 a.m. and 4:00 p.m. 817-559-0849.

Other events in October include the Gospel Grass, the three days of gospel bluegrass at Oakdale Park and The Promise.  Glen Rose’s amphitheatre is grand and only surpassed by the performance of The Promise. Don’t miss it.

We are sad that our friend, Al Getchell, Sailor on USS St. Louis, passed away recently. We salute all of our heroes.

Step into the cool night air. Enjoy October.

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