Visiting Texas

This is my last day in Waco, Texas where I thought I would never come back to. I have had a great time though. I'm visiting my sister who just moved back here a few months ago. My mother is also here from Tucson. We went to church today at Perry Methodist Church out in the country. I went there when I was little. So many people remembered my mother or my brother. We talked to so many. A small church (actually tiny) like this is so different from the one I go to. There may have been 20 people there. Ours has 3 or 4 thousand in a service. Of course, we sang the old hymns. The pastor was very friendly and introduced us in church. He asked my mother her impressions. She said she was very impressed with the upkeep of the church. (It's 138 years old). She told the church attendees, "We visited the cemetery to check out our relatives". I couldn't resist--I said, "they're still there". That entertained the conservative crowd! It was very nice. We visited all our old homes--some were there and some were gone. Visiting Marlin always makes me sad. The town is extremely depressed and poor. The downtown is practically deserted. Most houses need paint--many are falling down. It's of a time gone by.
We visited Fredericksburg a couple of days ago. Now, that is an old town; but it's still thriving-- mainly from tourists. There are many antique shops and boutiques. The houses are all so quaint and well kept up. Cute houses! We visited my great-great-great-grandfather's log cabin which was constructed in 1846. It had two rooms and a loft. It was eventually bought by the Episcopalian Church. The cabin was kept and is now the chapel. St. Barnabas Episcopalian Church is where Lady Bird Johnson went to church. Our family cabin has an historical marker.