Precious Mem'ries, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
These families came from Germany, England, Scotland and Ireland. They came in ships, overland in covered wagons, by train, in wagons pulled by mules, on horseback, facing obstacles we cannot even imagine today. I try to picture in my mind the sweat and toil, the infant deaths, the sadness of always leaving loved ones behind to travel on to this country and then from stat in search of a better heritage to leave for us. I remember reading one account where my great great grandfather who came from Mississippi, to escape the ravages of Civl War and Reconstruction: when he first saw the desolate look of Lavaca County, he would have turned back for home in Mississippi if he had not spent all his money getting his family to Texas. Imigrants who left their European homes for different reasons. Some to avoid wars, some because of famine, some for other freedoms only to find they would once more be on the battle front in the American Revolutionary War and the Civil War between the States. Freedoms that we take so for granted today, because those pioneer ancestors were courageous enough to come to this country and lead the way for the conforts and freedoms we enjoy today.