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In the new century, 1900, Patrick Kenney’s coal (actually Lignite or “Brown Coal”) was still being hauled by mules and wagon from the Kenney mine at Bexar/La Colorada to Lytle. Here the International and Great Northern Rail Road (I&GN, pronounced by many — even when I was a kid — as the “Eye-n Gin”…say it real fast) picked up the wagon loads of coal for delivery to and sale in San Antonio where homes and businesses were heated or powered. (Kenney coal powered the Alamo Iron Works into the 1930s when a new, cleaner power source became available.) But I’m getting way to far ahead…, back in 1908, folks of the old, greater Von Ormy area (that included modern Somerset) or the original Old […]
I can’t fly, but I can fly a Kite. slow and gentle through the breeze or fast and swift directly into a tree. I see the tail up in a branch What a short life had my new kite. No puedo volar, pero puedo volar un papalote. Lento y ligero en la brisa, raudo y veloz contra el árbol. Alcanzo a ver la cola en una rama. ¡Este papalote, no hadurado nada!