Post by Cole_blooded on Mar 15, 2007 18:43:17 GMT -5
Greg make darn sure you take "several spare camera batteries",a "big photo/memory card" and take a million pics while your there! You`ll be suprised at the photo oppertun ities! It would/might be helpful as well to take a small lens brush!
Casa Rio Mexican Restaurant, with Market Street Bridge in the distance, taken from the Commerce Street Bridge. Upon the Commerce Street Bridge, Green Jameson held a parley with Colonels Juan Almonte and Jose Batres.)
(If you eat at Casa Rio, prepare to save some tortilla chips for the fish and ducks.)
Last Edit: Mar 17, 2007 12:49:31 GMT -5 by neferetus
Oh, another thing about the Commerce Street Bridge. It was benerath this (formerly Portrero St.) footbridge that the Bejareno washer woman spied an escaping Texian and turned him in to be shot---or worse.
Well, you'll be on your way in just a few days, Greg. Below, Rich Curilla tells of his first Alamo visit and what you should look for on yours:
My first visit was June 16, 1958, at 4:00 A.M.!
We travelled by car all day and all night from New Orleans on Highway 90 (interstates weren't built yet) and arrived in the wee hours of the morning when all was verrrrry quiet. No people or traffic. Way cool.
My brother (who drove) slept in the car. Dad, Mother and I walked all around the Alamo (the developed block behind). Strangest memory is that the facade was rich with large, black beetles or water bugs. I mean two inches long. Never have seen them since. (Grinned off?)
I noticed a small pile of rock shavings on the flagstone at the very right bottom of the facade and gathered them up. A few actually fit the facade stones at the bottom. Somebody before me had been carving. Lucky for me. The bad news is that I can't find them. They are stored somewhere in an empty One-A-Day vitamin bottle marked with masking tape and my label saying "Piezas del Alamo."
We stayed for about two hours after the shrine opened at 9:00. I was very impressed with the model of the Alamo that was in the shrine in a glass case. This was the early one that looked like it was made of clay. Tom Feeley hadn't been invented yet, and Mike Waters was still in swaddling clothes. This model effected me so much that I thought about it all the way back to Pennsylvania in the car. Built one out of Playdough. The smell of the stuff still gives me Alamo flashbacks. (And it tasted better than those cruddy pink Topps bubble gum squares.)
I got a few of the prints of the rather bad paintings of the heroes that used to hang in the shrine. The only one that had class was the one of Travis fighting on the north wall. The rest were junk. I knew that at eleven!
For folks going to the Alamo the first time, I have one very clear reccommendation. Look at the inside walls. That's the history. You can even see the original tops, since the Army's 1850 additions are only half as thick. You can see how the apse came way down to enable the cannon ramp to be lower. Look in the Baptistry and Confessional to see the awesome vaulted ceilings and understand why Jameson and/or Cos chose to use them as powder magazines. Look in the Sacristy and see the very surfaces that stared at Susanna Dickinson and Ana Esparza for twelve days and nights of utter fright. Do this, and then you will understand why rebuilding all the outer walls of the fort is totally bogus.