September 2010

 

 

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Nameless Texas Towns

Book accentuates a lifestyle that lingers in the memories of remaining former residents and their offspring.

 

As the lunch hour moved on toward the back-to-work whistle at 1 p.m. this day in 1922, workers began to walk slowly back to the mill from their homes or to polish off the last items in their lunch buckets. On an occasion some years before, a Diboll sawyer named Fogg had finished his lunch near his station at the band saws, then decided to investigate an unusual sound his trained car had detected in the operation of the carriage at the end of the morning run. As the carriage and saws powered up for the startup, Fogg “got in to see what was the matter, and the carriage got loose, the lockbar turned and run him right into the saw and cut him all to pieces.” According to Diboll tradition, workers were said to have rushed the remains of sawyer Fogg in a no. 3 washtub to the mill doctor, who said, “Why bring that to me?” In any case, as Clyde Thompson told, “Fogg wasn’t shown at the funeral.”

 

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