On this day in 1836, a force of 900 Texans under Sam Houston crush Santa Ana's Mexican army in just 18 mins at the Battle of San Jacinto. "Remember the Alamo!" is their battle cry.
Today marks the 190th anniversary of the fall of the Alamo, a defining moment in Texas history. As the sun rose over Alamo Plaza, a solemn and moving ceremony honored the Defenders’ bravery and sacrifice. Let us never forget their legacy. Remember The Alamo.
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Today we remember and honor the sacrifice of 183 men at The Alamo 189 years ago. These brave men took a stand against tyranny even with the knowledge that their lives would be lost. They were ordinary men who answered the call to do an extraordinary service setting the conditions for Texas independence. My Alma Mater is named in memory of 38 of those men, including a former member of the US Congress, Davy Crockett. Let us today take a moment to Remember The Alamo and remind all these newcomers to Texas why this is an exceptional state, in an exceptional nation. #TheAlamo
Y'all won't believe the poignant story behind this remarkable photo archived by @spcouta (please go and like/follow them if you haven't already). You may want to get a handkerchief out: this one made 'ol Traces more than a bit emotional.
This photo was taken on July 6, 1945 by the Fort Worth Star Telegram newspaper and shows Corporal James Edward "Jim" Newman at home in Fort Worth. Notice how gaunt he is. Here is how the newspaper captioned this photo:
"Less than 24 hours after the need of a refrigerator at the home of Corporal James E. Newman, became known, one was installed there, the gift of Fort Worth women. Newman also received cards and letters of well wishes in his fight against tuberculosis and other after-effects of a three year internment in a Japanese prison camp on Luzon, Philippines. Shown is Newman in his bed reading a letter. There are many letters and cards on his bed."
After this photo and the accompanying article were published, Corporal Newman became the center of attention for the entire nation. Sadly, he died less than a month later. The Associated Press wrote this article:
FORT WORTH, Texas, Aug. 4, 1945
"The gallant soldier who survived three years of hell in Japanese prison camps died yesterday after 31 days of heaven at home.
Cp. James E. Newman, 25, whose fight against disease touched the heart of the nation, just couldn't battle one more malady.
Newman, the soldier who came home to die, suffered an asthmatic spasm yesterday morning.
His doctor relieved this with an increase of oxygen, and gave him a stimulant. The young soldier went into a sound slumber. He did not recover consciousness, and died at 6:30 p.m. (EWT) "from sheer exhaustions," the doctor said.
There was momentary hysteria in the little house where hopes had been high that he would recover.
His mother, who had said "the Lord will see him through the rest of the day," collapsed with grief.
His brothers stood with tears in their eyes as they arranged for his funeral Monday afternoon at the Riverside Assembly of God Church here. Military rites are planned. Newman will be buried in his uniform.
Only the grayhaired father, O.F. Newman, gave no sign of sorrow. He had realized that the cards of fate had been stacked too heavily against his son.
Doctors on two hemispheres had given up hope.
First, doctors at army hospitals in New Guinea told him his case was hopeless. Beri beri, starvation diets, lack of proper medical treatment had brought tuberculosis of the throat, lungs and stomach.
But Newman wouldn't give up. He wanted to come home to the little white cottage here he had left seven years before.
He said his mother's cooking might do more than medicine.
He was returned to the United States, but again doctors shook their heads. His six-foot-two-inch frame had wasted to 92 pounds. Once he weighed 170.
On July 2, he came home by plane. He was carried into his old room on a stretcher. But he was grinning and was wearing a civilian hat jauntily cocked over one ear.
He began another gallant fight for life. The nation heard of it and crowded his little room with gifts, flowers and 8,500 letters.
"The Lord has brought him this far," Mrs. Newman said then. "The Lord will take him the rest of the way."
For a while he seemed to improve. He ate his mother's fried chicken, and blackeyed peas, and biscuits, and all the things he had liked as a boy. He ate ice cream and thick slices of feathery cake. He was in high spirits.
A Fort Worth physician said he had a faint chance to survive.
But shortly he began to lose ground. He lost his appetite. He was in continuous pain, which had to be blacked out with morphine. Still he smiled.
Then the Lord took Corporal Newman "the rest of the way.""
Can y'all imagine this? Survive the Bataan Death March, three years as a POW in hellish conditions, make it all the way home, only to die a month later?
And yet the story goes on. James also loved to golf and swim. While a POW, James made friends with a fellow prisoner, Norman Charles Brown. The two made an agreement that if one didn't make it, the other would visit their mother. Norman read about James in the papers but was unable to get a message to him before James fell into a coma. Norman kept his word and visited James' mother the mother's day after James' death. Unfortunately, in 1949, Norman himself died in an auto accident.
Reading about how Cpl. Newman suffered for three years and somehow made it back home has made me feel like a real jerk for getting mad earlier today when I thought I'd lost a sock. It's all about perspective, isn't it?
Thanks to @spcouta for keeping such an incredible archive of photos, each one with a story to tell.
We all have purpose | Psalm 67
Whats your purpose? A question that many has spent a lifetime seeking. We all have purpose, ALL of us.
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For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given;
and the government shall be upon his shoulder,
and his name shall be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6
@TracesofTexas Here's another TX sports memory for @TracesofTexas : Princeton TX High School 1936 Girls' Basketball Champs. My grandmother, Oneta Wilcox over the coaches right shoulder.
@PGelsinger You are a great leader, a wonderful example, and a huge influence on all of us in tech. Thank you for all you have done to make our industry strong, and for your example as a faith driven leader. @PGelsinger is certainly one of the good guys and I look forward to what's next!