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Tell Us YOUR South Texas Story

by Fran Stephenson | May 25, 2012
As part of our mission to continue to tell the story of South Texas, we want to hear the stories of South Texas families and their lives. What's your story?

We know there are more South Texas stories to be told and want to hear your story.

Maybe it was your family’s livelihood or maybe something about your life, family, culture or traditions. Or it could be a great story that was told TO you by an uncle or a grandmother. We’d love to hear it here. Please share your story in the comments section below!

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  1. 1 Chad Gamez 08 Jun
    My pan de campo story:
    My mother's maternal family grew up in Three Rivers. There was one boy and a whole lotta girls, which is trait passed down to my mother. When I was about 8, my family would go to Three Rivers for Thanksgiving. The boy was now my great Uncle Lamo and it was at his home where we would celebrate the holiday of Thanks. I remember always playing outside when we were there; running around in the Texas dirt, playing on tractors that probably didn't run, climbing the mesquite trees, and finding all sorts of neat things and smells in his old shed. While I played with my cousins, I'd pass right by the men standing and talking while they drank their beers and smoked their cigarettes. My curiosity was peaked when I saw them all gathered around the fire as my uncle scooped smoldering coals onto the lid of a black metal pan set amongst the ash and flames. I asked them what they were doing and my uncle replied, "making bread". The only time I had seen bread being made before then was a school field trip to the Butterkrust factory and this was definitely not like that. Every so often he lifted the lid with a long metal stick to check it and finally the moment came when it was ready. I remember thinking it looked like a giant tortilla. All the men broke off a piece of the pan de campo and all were gathered in a moment of silence broken only by the crackles of the fire and the crickets in the field. My father handed me a piece and in that bite of bread i tasted metal, ash and smoke; it was the best piece of bread I have ever had still to this day. I have bits and pieces of memories of Thanksgiving at my uncle's ranch; watching the christmas lights twinkle in the den which was really more of an enclosed porch, playing one of the arcade games he had, or even actually eating thanksgiving dinner, but I will never forget the moment us men were gathered around that fire, breaking bread the Texas way.
  2. 2 gina 01 Jun
    it was fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    hehehehehehehehehe

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