No not the ‘Zombie’ characters seen in movies, but rather the drink concoction that contains a little bit of every whiskey, rum, gin and vodka available, along with some kind of sweetener that makes it taste good…..well really good the first time you indulge.
A Zombie, can and will turn you into a Zombie, or at the very least make you feel bullet proof, in that you can do no wrong!
The wolf man was discovered around 1924 near Comstock, Texas on the McNutt Ranch. Maudie McNutt about 10 years of age was riding horse back with her Grandfather Peter McNutt and several hands of the McNutt Ranch. North east of the ranch headquarters near a dirt tank, the group rode upon a lamb that had just been killed. Immediately Pete McNutt said, “look straight ahead and keep riding”. They rode by the slaughtered lamb not looking down. In the past they had found other stock dead as if they had been slaughtered. And Items have turned up missing out of the tool shed. Riding straight ahead and going over a hill Pete instructed little Maudie along with one of the hands to return the Ranch Headquarters.
It was a beautiful summer day in Del Rio in 1958. I was six. I lived in the Chihuahua Barrio, but I was visiting my aunt and uncle, Tio Ramon and Tia Josefina Bosquez, at their house, the one with the huge yard, on West Martin Street. Next door was Walter Block’s house and right across the street was the Del Rio Hospital. And then next to Walter Block’s house was the Cody Wardlaw Gymnasium. In those days, Tio Ramon owned the XERF radio station in Ciudad Acuna.
Spring of 1957
I believe it was the spring of 1957 when my family rolled into Del Rio to my dad’s new duty station. We had no idea it was a mission that was Top Secret and dealt with spy planes that flew all over the world from just out side of Del Rio to take pictures of our nations enemies in Russia and Cuba. We only knew that we lived where the cowboys lived. I was five years old and started kindergarten at St. James. I remember Jimmy Carter was one of my classmates and almost everyone wore cowboy boots. I was in heaven because as the song goes, "My heroes have always been cowboys… "Roy Rogers was my favorite and Saturday mornings was filled with black and white adventures of him and Sky King and other cowboy types. I was living my dreams.
I arrived at the first grade at Garfield school in 1950, a little after school had started, because I had been going to class in Juno at the one room school house there.
I think my parents kept us at the ranch until it cooled off enough for the Polio virus to calm down or maybe because even at 6 years old if we were shearing sheep and we had to work.
There is hardly a need to give J. J.'s last name because if you have lived in Del Rio for any time in the last 60 years you know who J.J. is and if you are like me you would never forget his phone number since he's had the same number from before there was a 77 in front of the 5 (5538).
A few years ago I learned that Ned Conner, our physics and chemistry teacher in high school, was in poor health and living with his son in Napa, California. I decided to go and visit Ned, and I called his son and got directions to his home in Napa, which is an hour or so from my home.
I can't remember whose big idea this was or who was among the group of idiots that just had to have this dangerous adventure. Sounds like something my brother John thought up, he would scrape thru and everyone else would pay the price!
We would swim across the lake just up from the dam. Get up, somehow, to a bunker type doorway and walk down dark stairs with a wall on one side and sheer drop on the other. Masses of granddaddy long legs bouncing over our heads.
Former teacher, coach and Superintendent of Del Rio Schools, Bob Poole, was honored during our October 2009 Reunion.
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