One thing Becky thought she was getting away from when we moved off the east coast was the almost unlimited supply of battlefields to visit. Oh, but little did she know about the Texas Revolution and the Mexican War. For quite some time, Texas was a continuous fighting ground between invading settlers from the United States and a recently independent nation of Mexico. Lucky for Becky, I didn't know much about either of these conflicts either... but I'm learning now! It's not quite as historically important (for people outside of Texas) as the Civil War or Revolutionary War was, but down here they take all things "Texas" very seriously. So our first stop in this new journey was the little town of Goliad, Texas. It wasn't nearly as big or impressive as some of the past battlefields we'd been to, but it was interesting. After the Texans were all killed at the Alamo (hopefully next on our list to see), the Mexicans marched across and caught up to more rebels outside of Goliad where they pinned them down and had a shoot out. When the Texans ran out of water, they surrendered, expecting to be held as prisoners and eventually released. Turns out, Santa Anna wasn't a nice guy, and ordered them all to be executed. They have this monument up there where basically three hundred Texans were shot and piled up. Pretty nice story. But the Texans got their revenge eventually, slaughtering the Mexican army up near Houston at the Battle of San Jacinto. Up there they built the world's tallest memorial column (it's Texas, they do everything big here) to commemorate Texas independence. I'm sure photos of that will appear on this blog in the future...
Not their first battlefield experience. Adam, strike a pose. Nolan, look aghast. Paul, look unamused. Good, take the photo.
Get 'em, Nolan!
And there's the newest addition, Farrah the Dog.
Nolan enjoys trying to "pet" the dog. I don't think she enjoys it as much.
But they get along just fine, here going for a stroll.
Almost time for a hair cut. Almost.
Adam Michael, enjoying the beautiful winter day in Texas.
Nice smile, Paul.
Taking a break.
Such a beautiful day in the park.
Yeah, we've done that before.
Just a hug for the little brother.
Gotta love that smile.
It's still warm enough to splash!
Either way, it had been a while since we'd been to a nice park, and I'm always up for a history lesson. One of these days the boys are probably going to be into that sort of stuff too... and then Becky's really going to have a good time. Oh, she knows she loves it.
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