I lived in Texas for quite a few years and I remember so clearly the day an elderly gentleman pulled my friend and me aside at church and counseled us to be sure and marry someone from Texas. We were just in high school at the time and much more concerned about getting a date than the culture of the man we would someday marry, but we were intrigued and so we listened to what he had to say.
He told us that Texas had its own culture and that if we were to marry someone from outside the state, they would have a different upbringing and that they wouldn’t understand some of our Texas ways and that would create difficulties in the marriage. He said if we married a fellow Texan, we would have so much more in common.While my friend was Texas born and raised, I had only lived there a couple of years and so it applied more to her than it did for me, but neither of us took his advice too seriously.
A few years later both she and I went off to a university several states away and as it turned out, neither of us married Texans. Funny enough, though, we both ended up returning with our non-Texas spouses to live in Texas for a time. Texas is, after all, a great place to live.
As I’ve studied my ancestors and their southern culture, I’ve often thought about the elderly man’s counsel given to me so many years ago. On my father’s side, generation after generation married other southerners, right down until my own grandparents who broke tradition.
|Hazel Mickelsen and Heber Monroe Ganus
Copyright © Michelle G. Taggart 2016, All rights reserved