As I sit on the porch of my cousin’s home on 20 acres of ranch and farmland in beautiful Brenham, Texas, I’m reminded of the popular television series Green Acres that ran from 1965 to 1971. Green Acres was a sitcom about a successful, wealthy attorney, Oliver Wendell Douglas (Eddie Albert) who buys a rundown farm from con-man, Mr. Haney, much to the chagrin of his sophisticated Hungarian wife, Lisa’s (Eva Gabor). When they arrive at the ramshackle place, Oliver and Lisa try to get used to the bizarre town of Hooterville (not Hooters-Ville although the potential storylines would certainly have an audience) while trying to fix up their shack of a home with the help of their humble, but dimwitted, hired hand, Eb. Ironically, Lisa is the one who makes friends with their cow, Eleanor, their chicken, and Alice and Fred Ziffel’s television-loving pet pig, Arnold, who they treat like a son and who seems to be smarter than the most of the Hotterville citizens in several ways. That’s not to say Brenham is anything like Hooterville, but tending cows and chickens, enjoying a 4H auction, attending a VFW ceremony and grabbing a one-dollar ice cream at the Blue Bell Creamery might put most I-680 residents a little out of their element, much like the Douglass’. I, on the other hand, have been coming here most of my life and it’s a visit that’s good for the soul.
Some of my fondest family memories were our road trip vacations to Texas every few years to visit my paternal grandmother, along with my aunt and uncle and their kids. Now the road trips in the family car I could’ve done without as we were forced to listening to horrible music while both parents smoked with the windows rolled up. My dad would say, we can’t roll down the windows or we’ll let all the cold air conditioning out. My younger sister could sleep, but unless I was reading a good book, those trips that routed through Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico, and most of Texas were pure torture. I remember wishing someone (me) would invent a small device to play cassette tapes with earphones so I could listen to my own music. Or better yet, if somehow I could concoct a small portable screen that might play movies then all this pain would go away. Obviously, I was a visionary way ahead of my time since Sony didn’t come out with the Walkman until late 1979 and portable DVD players weren’t available until around 1998. If only one of the early Silicon Valley tech firms could’ve tapped into my 3rd or 4th-grade Genius Kid brain. Think of the money we could have made?
Those trips were all about visiting family and experiencing a different way of life from what we knew growing up in suburban Mountain View. My older cousins were country tough and I idolized them. The boys were pretty rugged too. As it was a working ranch, we stored hay bales in the barn, fed cows, collected chicken eggs, worked the greenhouse and garden, fished at the lake, hunted for snakes, fired guns, and drove the tractor—all the things my HOA frowns upon. There were always dogs and cats around along with the occasional armadillo, but armadillos don’t like to be petted as I found out the hard way.
Once I hit 16, my high school and college football training obligations prohibited me from making the summer trip with my parents. Once I graduated from college, there was Club Med and other singles-type vacations that distracted me. I didn’t return to Texas until I was 28. Reconnecting with my country kin became a priority again after my dad passed away earlier that year. Since 1990, I have returned to the Great State of Texas every few years. Along the way, I have introduced my daughters and wife to country living. Dropping two Danville debutantes into the heart of the Lone Star State was educational, inspirational, and motivational. There’s nothing like stepping in a fresh cow pie wearing Tory Burch sandals to make a girl appreciate her tidy back yard. The truth is my girls seemed to enjoy and remember their Texas trip adventures as fondly as my sister and I did as kids.
This year’s trip was predicated on us taking our youngest daughter back to school at the University of Oklahoma where she’ll be starting her junior year as a Boomer Sooner. Who knew Sooners boomed other than at the quarterback position? After flying into Austin and driving the 70 miles into Brenham, we arrived just in time for a family BBQ and margarita chugging contest. During our five day visit, we toured both the George H.W. Bush Presidential Library on the Texas A&M campus and the Johnson Space Center in Houston—two things I had never done on any previous trip.
Given that the catfish weren’t biting, one of the highlights of this visit may have been seeing two calves being born in the pasture on consecutive days. Truth be told, other than my own kids being birthed, which was messy enough, I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen another living thing being born. While we didn’t see them actually drop, we were there just a few minutes after their arrival. It was pretty cool.
We have been back to Texas for three big holidays; Easter, Thanksgiving, and the 4th of July. There’s a simple, warm pleasure to experiencing a holiday in the country. I think that’s what most Hallmark movies try and replicate. Not that I watch cheesy Hallmark holiday movies…very often. We have also attended the Washington Country Fair twice which is also something to be experienced, with rodeo competitions, 4H auctions, concerts, food eating contests, and carnival rides. Washington County is the oldest county in Texas and the birthplace of Texas, or so the billboards proclaim.
While I did find Green Acres amusing, I probably enjoyed the Andy Griffith Show, Mayberry R.F.D., and Petticoat Junction even more. All of those shows portrayed country life in a gentle, down-home, relatively care-free environment. Doc Hollywood, Sweet Home Alabama and Fried Green Tomatoes were also wonderfully whimsical movies about life in the south. Steel Magnolias was good but too sad for my tastes. Granted, life is never as simple as television or the silver screen portrays it, but there’s something to be said for the charm, manners, and simplicity of life in the country.