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Stories by Kelley (Texas) .............
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Kelley (Texas)
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Georgia state line. From the distance it looks like a prison, and inside it also looks like a prison to the Marine recruits. There is only one way on and off the island and they told us that there were lots of water mocasins and sand sharks in the water around the island. I took them for their word. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas) 
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Kelley (Texas)
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there was not much humor at the time they happened. Say, why I have you here, what about the Texas flag...ever find out why it could not be used? Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
Kelley (Texas)
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If he went to the head in the middle of the night, he was in deep trouble...must be a good story that needs to be told. When we got in the rack, we did not get out of it until the Drill Instructor woke us up by yelling, kicking the trash can down the middle of the squad bay, and flashing the lights on and off. That was always a pleasant way to start the day!
Yes, please tell the story...I would be interested in hearing about it. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
PS: For those of you that may not know, the "head" is the bathroom.
Yes, please tell the story...I would be interested in hearing about it. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
PS: For those of you that may not know, the "head" is the bathroom.
Kelley (Texas)
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and could have sent me to the brig, but thank goodness he cut me some slack at the end. I do not know if he really disliked Texas, but I do remember that he had a Yankee accent, sorta the type accent that folks have up around New York. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
Kelley (Texas)
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I was at his mercy and thank goodness he showed some mercy. He was one mean and tough Marine Officer. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
Wayne in BC
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Kelley (Texas) said:there was not much humor at the time they happened. Say, why I have you here, what about the Texas flag...ever find out why it could not be used? Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
I would be happy to use the Texas flag Fred but only items from the smiley list will stick in the subject line, i tried it but no go. If you want you can put it at the beginning of the story, it would work there.
Kelley (Texas)
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Their uniforms are a little different than the ones that we wore. Kelley (Texas)
Kelley (Texas)
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I have always enjoyed this story and figured that some of you folks would enjoy it too. Also, this is some of the areas that I travel when riding the bike in the Texas Hill Country. Hope that you enjoy the story. Kelley (Texas)
THE GHOST ON HIGHWAY 281
Lackey's Ghost
by C. F. Eckhardt
I owe this story to my long-time companion in mischief though not crime, John L. Tolleson of San Antonio. Like me, John is a collector of tales, but unfortunately he seldom writes them. It seems he had The Wicked Witch of the West for a high-school English teacher, and she told him he would never be able to write.
According to John, this happened in the early 1960s, when the family was living on a ranch near the community of Sisterdale. He was enrolled at the University of Texas, as was I at the time, though we didn't meet until many years later.
It was a Friday night, and John had a hot date in Sisterdale for Saturday, so he wasn't letting any grass grow under the wheels of his car. He blew through Blanco headed for Johnson City like the Devil was chasing him. The date happened to be October 31, but that wasn't registering on John. What was registering on him was the fact that it was nearing midnight and he wanted to get home and get some sleep.
Between Blanco and Johnson City there are some conical hills. The largest of these is called, predictably, Sugarloaf. They once had another name. Bernardo de Miranda y Flores, Teniente-general in the Mexican army (Teniente is the operative title here-Lieutenant. The 'general' merely implies that he had authority anywhere in the province of Tejas, rather than being restricted to a single area) mentions them in what is known as 'The Miranda Report,' the first known expedition searching for a silver mine in the granite hills. In 1756-and apparently for some time before that-they were known as 'Los Pilones (Sugarloafs) de Seguin.'
As John approached the hills he noticed, standing on the west side of the road, an apparent hitchhiker. The milk of human kindness not having been curdled by time and experience, John slowed, preparing to stop and pick the unfortunate fellow up. He noticed that the man was an Anglo, that he was unkempt in appearance, and he was wearing a light-blue shirt and tan or light brown trousers. As he approached more closely, he noticed a large stain on the side of the man's shirt and an apparent cut on his neck. "This guy's hurt," he said to himself, and was all the more determined to give the poor fellow a ride-until he noticed something else. In his right hand the man had a knife with a blade about a foot long.
That did it! John put his foot in the carburetor and left the would-be hitchhiker in a cloud of asphalt and burning rubber. He got home, but didn't mention the knife-wielding hitchhiker to his parents.
About a year and a half later John was in the old Jailhouse Barber Shop in Blanco, and he mentioned seeing the guy with the knife alongside 281. "Oh," somebody said, "you saw Lackey's ghost." Thereby, as the old saying goes, hangs a tale.
Nobody's quite sure when it happened, and those who were there when it happened didn't talk about it much. A man from Johnson City, whose name might have been Lackey or Lakey, and whose first name has been lost, took a large knife and started carving up his relatives. Apparently he carved up several of them before he was caught. He was captured and taken to the then County Seat, Blanco, where he was put in the jail.
Lackey may not have been fond of his relatives, but apparently some folks in Johnson City were. They got tired of waiting for the wheels of justice to turn. One night something on the order of a dozen or so of them, equipped with a wagon, masks for their faces, and a large supply of cartridge-loading ordnance, visited the county jail. They invited the jailer to give them the keys to Lackey's cell. The jailer, with a pistol barrel in each ear and another up his nose, while a fourth touched the nape of his neck, graciously complied. They took Lackey out, bound him hand and foot, and put him in the bed of the wagon. Then they left Blanco, going north.
So the story goes, at a point about halfway between Blanco and Johnson City on the wagon road that wound through the hills about 200 yards west of present US 281, the deed was done. They stood Lackey up on the tailgate of the wagon, put the noose around his neck, and asked him if he had any last words. Apparently, what he said was something on the order of "If you'll turn me loose and give me a knife, I'll go back to Johnson City and finish what I started, and after that I don't care what you do to me."
That was enough. They drove the wagon out from under Lackey.
There are a couple of problems with impromptu hangings. Usually the guest of honor at the necktie party isn't dropped far enough to break his neck, so he strangles to death-usually flopping around on the end of the rope quite a bit before he does. Then again, a real hangman's rope is at least 1" in diameter, sometimes 1
THE GHOST ON HIGHWAY 281
Lackey's Ghost
by C. F. Eckhardt
I owe this story to my long-time companion in mischief though not crime, John L. Tolleson of San Antonio. Like me, John is a collector of tales, but unfortunately he seldom writes them. It seems he had The Wicked Witch of the West for a high-school English teacher, and she told him he would never be able to write.
According to John, this happened in the early 1960s, when the family was living on a ranch near the community of Sisterdale. He was enrolled at the University of Texas, as was I at the time, though we didn't meet until many years later.
It was a Friday night, and John had a hot date in Sisterdale for Saturday, so he wasn't letting any grass grow under the wheels of his car. He blew through Blanco headed for Johnson City like the Devil was chasing him. The date happened to be October 31, but that wasn't registering on John. What was registering on him was the fact that it was nearing midnight and he wanted to get home and get some sleep.
Between Blanco and Johnson City there are some conical hills. The largest of these is called, predictably, Sugarloaf. They once had another name. Bernardo de Miranda y Flores, Teniente-general in the Mexican army (Teniente is the operative title here-Lieutenant. The 'general' merely implies that he had authority anywhere in the province of Tejas, rather than being restricted to a single area) mentions them in what is known as 'The Miranda Report,' the first known expedition searching for a silver mine in the granite hills. In 1756-and apparently for some time before that-they were known as 'Los Pilones (Sugarloafs) de Seguin.'
As John approached the hills he noticed, standing on the west side of the road, an apparent hitchhiker. The milk of human kindness not having been curdled by time and experience, John slowed, preparing to stop and pick the unfortunate fellow up. He noticed that the man was an Anglo, that he was unkempt in appearance, and he was wearing a light-blue shirt and tan or light brown trousers. As he approached more closely, he noticed a large stain on the side of the man's shirt and an apparent cut on his neck. "This guy's hurt," he said to himself, and was all the more determined to give the poor fellow a ride-until he noticed something else. In his right hand the man had a knife with a blade about a foot long.
That did it! John put his foot in the carburetor and left the would-be hitchhiker in a cloud of asphalt and burning rubber. He got home, but didn't mention the knife-wielding hitchhiker to his parents.
About a year and a half later John was in the old Jailhouse Barber Shop in Blanco, and he mentioned seeing the guy with the knife alongside 281. "Oh," somebody said, "you saw Lackey's ghost." Thereby, as the old saying goes, hangs a tale.
Nobody's quite sure when it happened, and those who were there when it happened didn't talk about it much. A man from Johnson City, whose name might have been Lackey or Lakey, and whose first name has been lost, took a large knife and started carving up his relatives. Apparently he carved up several of them before he was caught. He was captured and taken to the then County Seat, Blanco, where he was put in the jail.
Lackey may not have been fond of his relatives, but apparently some folks in Johnson City were. They got tired of waiting for the wheels of justice to turn. One night something on the order of a dozen or so of them, equipped with a wagon, masks for their faces, and a large supply of cartridge-loading ordnance, visited the county jail. They invited the jailer to give them the keys to Lackey's cell. The jailer, with a pistol barrel in each ear and another up his nose, while a fourth touched the nape of his neck, graciously complied. They took Lackey out, bound him hand and foot, and put him in the bed of the wagon. Then they left Blanco, going north.
So the story goes, at a point about halfway between Blanco and Johnson City on the wagon road that wound through the hills about 200 yards west of present US 281, the deed was done. They stood Lackey up on the tailgate of the wagon, put the noose around his neck, and asked him if he had any last words. Apparently, what he said was something on the order of "If you'll turn me loose and give me a knife, I'll go back to Johnson City and finish what I started, and after that I don't care what you do to me."
That was enough. They drove the wagon out from under Lackey.
There are a couple of problems with impromptu hangings. Usually the guest of honor at the necktie party isn't dropped far enough to break his neck, so he strangles to death-usually flopping around on the end of the rope quite a bit before he does. Then again, a real hangman's rope is at least 1" in diameter, sometimes 1
somewhere, and Scott is working. I just went around and made sure all my doors were locked! Scarey story if you let them get to ya I guess! We had things like that or similar here in Saline County. Some were real, some weren't, but no one wants to be the one to tell you which ones are which!
I suspect that being Holloween night and all some kid had some fun. It would be a temptation for sure but that don't explain all the other sightings. I don't even believe in ghosts a little bit but the imagination is something powerful, especially when it has been primed by many story's. It is sure real to the observer, especially if he is a believer.
But...... um, I could be wrong
But...... um, I could be wrong
TexasCharley
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I certainly appreciate my story getting some attention here. I'm also the author of a now-OP book called THE LOST SAN SABA MINES. Anyone wanting to see--from the road, since it's on private property--the original 'Lost San Saba Mine,' which is nowhere near anything called San Saba, hasn't been lost since 1907--& Jim Bowie never had anything to do with it or any other mine in Texas--follow these directions. On Texas 71 below Llano there's a road on the west side known as Click Road. It's sometimes marked with a sign reading 'Click Cemetery,' because about the only thing left of the Click community is the cemetery. Turn off 71 onto Click Road. Where the road makes a 90-degree bend to the south, stop. The hill in front of you is Riley Mountain, originally called El Cerro de Almagre by Miranda. About in the middle of the saddle there are two huge liveoaks. The original Cueva de San Jose del Alcazar is at the foot of those trees. Locally it was called 'the Boyd shaft.' Today there are two holes there, looking almost like lenses on a pair of eyeglasses. The original hole is only about 4 feet deep. The hole next to it was dug in the 1920s by the Almagres Mining Company of Llano, in an attempt to find where the silver vein might have pinched out. The location was verified by none other than Dr. Herbert C. Bolton of Austin, author of TEXAS IN THE MIDDLE 18TH CENTURY, among much else. By his own statement, 'with Miranda's report in hand' he followed the Miranda party's trail landmark by landmark to locate the original Spanish shaft. The Almagres Mining Co., when it dug the new shaft, dumped its spoil down the Spanish hole.
Don't let the external appearance of Riley Mountain fool you. It's covered with limestone & nobody would think it could be a 'hill of red ocher' unless they dug into it. Less than a foot under that limestone cover you'll find all the 'almagre' you could possibly want.
TexasCharley
Don't let the external appearance of Riley Mountain fool you. It's covered with limestone & nobody would think it could be a 'hill of red ocher' unless they dug into it. Less than a foot under that limestone cover you'll find all the 'almagre' you could possibly want.
TexasCharley