Yes Aziz (continuing from a previous thread), I lived in Tehran for 2 years. My father was studying sun spots and their effect on the upper atmosphere (re: satellite communications) at a solor observatory in the mountains near Tehran. The timing of our stay there was to also coincide with a near-total solar eclipse that would be visible from that hemisphere.
I'm looking forward to going to the San Antonio Riverwalk Festival again this year. Suffice it to say my previous experience with Texas was quite positive. (I had a blast)
I think I can at least call myself a pseudo-Texan. I lived in Houston from '82-92 (ages 21-31). Well, actually it was in Channelview which was just across the ship channel from Pasadena where, as the locals used to say, "The air is greener in Pasadener." According to Texas Monthly, "God made Channelview to give the people of Pasadena something to laugh at."
My husband's family still live there (down around Webster and Dickinson and up in Kingwood), and his sister lives in Austin.
It is a beautiful state, although the farthest west I got was SA. I loved most of the people I was in contact with (hubbie's family, co-workers), but there are too many. Houston is a huge place, very cosmopolitan but very small town/country like, too. I worked in the Texas Medical Center, and it's larger than downtown Boise.
While I loved the magnificent storms and heat lightning, what I didn't like was the heat and humidity. The flatness of the area really bothered me, too, as I grew up being able to see mountains on the horizon. The first time I saw the beach at Galveston, I almost cried because I was used to the PNW coastline. BUT, what I absolutely hated the most were the bugs, especially cockroaches (tree and German) and fire ants. They, all, must die.
I still have somewhat of an accent, especially when I'm speaking with family or friends from there. The drawl and y'all just start to slide into place effortlessly; up here, I say "you guys." Although I was born and raised in Idaho, after living in Texas for a few years I met a guy who just knew I was a born and bred Texan. I took it as both a compliment and an insult.
I lived in Texas during its "sesquicentennial" anniversary, which was the first time I had ever heard that term and loved to say it.
Thanks for the birthday greetings. I too, got here as soon as I could. That would be a very long time ago, in 1942. WWII and the great depression started a migration that has never stopped. Our family moved to where the first butadiene was made in Phillips, TX right outside of Borger in the Panhandle. Butadiane was for the making of synthetic rubber and for the war effort. About ten years ago my husband and I made a trip to the Panhandle to see where I had lived in the company town . It was gone, the plants had expanded right out over it. We moved from there in 1944 and lived in Odessa till 1949 when we moved to the coastal town of Rockport. Members of the family have been there ever since. We all went away for work but later returned after retirement.
It's grown way too big and the charm is gone, many of the beautiful windswept oaks have been bulldozed and the developers and real estate people have taken over. You really can't go home again.
We do have a lovely spot outside of Rockport, the ranch adjacent to us (not a ranch just acreage) is adjacent to the Aransas wildlife refuge, home of the whooping cranes. The ranch next door has whoopers who return every year and I hear them when I work outside in the wintertime. It is wonderful.
Texas is many places, many climates, wet and dry, mosquitoes and no mosquitoes; desert, plains, prairies, farmland, forests, and marshlands. When I was in school we sang, "Texas our Texas, all hail the mighty state." It is a great state.
There are no mountains high enough to have snowcaps in the State of Texas. The Republic of Texas, on the other hand, included what is now eastern new mexico, about 1/3 of colorado, and even a bit of wyoming. Those areas have plenty of real mountains.
I wasn't born in Texas, but have been here since I was 6. My parents were both born in Texas, and I have ancestors here back to before the Texas Revolution.
3.4.2007 5:48am
Commenting on Dean's World is a privilege, not a right. Dean is your host, you are his guest, and you should behave in that fashion. Dean is not your babysitter, nor is he your punching bag. Please remember this. In general, you are free to disagree with anyone on any subject you wish, but abusive behavior will not be tolerated.
Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.
Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.
Yes Aziz (continuing from a previous thread), I lived in Tehran for 2 years. My father was studying sun spots and their effect on the upper atmosphere (re: satellite communications) at a solor observatory in the mountains near Tehran. The timing of our stay there was to also coincide with a near-total solar eclipse that would be visible from that hemisphere.
My husband's family still live there (down around Webster and Dickinson and up in Kingwood), and his sister lives in Austin.
It is a beautiful state, although the farthest west I got was SA. I loved most of the people I was in contact with (hubbie's family, co-workers), but there are too many. Houston is a huge place, very cosmopolitan but very small town/country like, too. I worked in the Texas Medical Center, and it's larger than downtown Boise.
While I loved the magnificent storms and heat lightning, what I didn't like was the heat and humidity. The flatness of the area really bothered me, too, as I grew up being able to see mountains on the horizon. The first time I saw the beach at Galveston, I almost cried because I was used to the PNW coastline. BUT, what I absolutely hated the most were the bugs, especially cockroaches (tree and German) and fire ants. They, all, must die.
I still have somewhat of an accent, especially when I'm speaking with family or friends from there. The drawl and y'all just start to slide into place effortlessly; up here, I say "you guys." Although I was born and raised in Idaho, after living in Texas for a few years I met a guy who just knew I was a born and bred Texan. I took it as both a compliment and an insult.
I lived in Texas during its "sesquicentennial" anniversary, which was the first time I had ever heard that term and loved to say it.
Happy B-Day former home...
Yeeeeee Hawwww!
It's grown way too big and the charm is gone, many of the beautiful windswept oaks have been bulldozed and the developers and real estate people have taken over. You really can't go home again.
We do have a lovely spot outside of Rockport, the ranch adjacent to us (not a ranch just acreage) is adjacent to the Aransas wildlife refuge, home of the whooping cranes. The ranch next door has whoopers who return every year and I hear them when I work outside in the wintertime. It is wonderful.
Texas is many places, many climates, wet and dry, mosquitoes and no mosquitoes; desert, plains, prairies, farmland, forests, and marshlands. When I was in school we sang, "Texas our Texas, all hail the mighty state." It is a great state.
Yes, I am a proud Texas daughter. Born here in 1950.
It's a big damn state.
I wasn't born in Texas, but have been here since I was 6. My parents were both born in Texas, and I have ancestors here back to before the Texas Revolution.
Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.
Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.