I attended the funeral for Travis Roberts down in tiny Marathon, Texas. Travis was the chairman of the Brewster County Historical Commission and came from an old ranching family.
https://obits.dallasnews.com/obituaries/dallasmorningnews/obituary.aspx?n=james-travis-roberts&pid=198967835&fhid=15882
He was always a help to me whenever I had a question, and he hosted the regional Historical Commission Conference back in 2019. He was a good old guy. The old-time ranchers and his family gathered to give him a good send off.
Lots of cowboy hats and dress boots for the funeral. That's how we dress up west of the Pecos!
Ran into one of our "neighbors" from Fort Stockton. Out here anyone who lives within 20 miles of you is your neighbor.
Travis' grandson, Andrew, played "Amazing Grace" on the upright bass. I told him that was a pretty risky move, but he pulled it off nicely. I was pleasantly surprised.
When the service was over, they folded the Texas flag that draped his coffin.
After the service, we drove down to a county park called "The Post" for a celebration of Travis' life.
The Post was a former cavalry camp during the Indian Wars, known as Camp Pena Colorado. It has nice cottonwood trees and large spring. A true oasis in the desert.
Travis was a proud 1958 graduate of Texas A&M, and his family displayed his Aggie credentials.
We all sat in the shade of the cottonwood trees and listened to some great stories about Travis, then headed back home. It was a good send off to a good man, and reminded me of why I love living out here, west of the Pecos.
https://obits.dallasnews.com/obituaries/dallasmorningnews/obituary.aspx?n=james-travis-roberts&pid=198967835&fhid=15882
He was always a help to me whenever I had a question, and he hosted the regional Historical Commission Conference back in 2019. He was a good old guy. The old-time ranchers and his family gathered to give him a good send off.
Lots of cowboy hats and dress boots for the funeral. That's how we dress up west of the Pecos!
Ran into one of our "neighbors" from Fort Stockton. Out here anyone who lives within 20 miles of you is your neighbor.
Travis' grandson, Andrew, played "Amazing Grace" on the upright bass. I told him that was a pretty risky move, but he pulled it off nicely. I was pleasantly surprised.
When the service was over, they folded the Texas flag that draped his coffin.
After the service, we drove down to a county park called "The Post" for a celebration of Travis' life.
The Post was a former cavalry camp during the Indian Wars, known as Camp Pena Colorado. It has nice cottonwood trees and large spring. A true oasis in the desert.
Travis was a proud 1958 graduate of Texas A&M, and his family displayed his Aggie credentials.
We all sat in the shade of the cottonwood trees and listened to some great stories about Travis, then headed back home. It was a good send off to a good man, and reminded me of why I love living out here, west of the Pecos.
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