When you’re a non-Texan trying to explain Texas and Texans to others, it’s awkward.
But leaving the “nation” of Austin and driving south on the 35, passing the interesting sights of cattle, cattle and more cattle, one realizes, like Dorothy, that you ain’t in paradise no more.
As Molly Ivins (Texan and renowned columnist) once wrote,“ Texas is big sky country because there are no trees. Texas is not a civilized place. Texans shoot one another a lot and they fight in the bars all the time. You can get 5 years for murder and 99 for pot possession in this state.” And here’s the clincher to that:They are darn proud of it all. Ivins goes on to say, “ Texas is an un-self-conscious place. Nobody is embarrassed about who he is. Rich folks aren’t embarrassed. Reactionaries aren’t embarrassed. Rednecks aren’t embarrassed. KKKers aren’t embarrassed. Even liberals aren’t embarrassed because they all see it as their callings.”
While driving on the open highway, I was recognizant of the many billboards and church marquees that plentifully line the roads, cow pastures and hog pins…
“VOTE REPUBLICAN 2012. IF YOU DON’T LIKE ANY CANDIDATE, THEN JUST BE ONE.” and “ THANK YOU JESUS FOR THE RAIN” I’m told this has been the biggest drought since 1952 and that the farm animals are in dire straights. The Baptists, a large majority in these parts, thank the Lord Jesus anyway. Churches and dance halls are everywhere out here and they don’t give a jackshit about separation of church and state. I have it from a very reliable source that the Baptist preacher and his flock, who have the best seats at Shiner High School football games, all pray out loud before, during and after the National Anthem. Consequently, the Lutherans and Methodists, though Texan to the bone, don’t sit on the 50 yard line. I didn’t actually attend a church service, so of course what I’m about to offer up is 100% pure embellishment, but you know you’re in a Texas church when the preacher asks Bubba to help collect the offering, and 5 men and 2 women stand up.
Shiner Texas is rich in history and though it’s older than the hills, it made it on the map in 1909 when Kosmos Spoetzl opened what today is The Shiner Brewery. Shiner Bock is the beverage of choice and let me tell you it’s chosen from sunup to sundown. You drink Bock at picnics, football games, church functions…at dance halls, family gatherings, bank ‘meetins’, booster ‘meetins’, girl scout ‘meetins’, cub scout ‘meetins’, baby showers, engagement parties, and ‘christenins.’ You even drink ‘em while you shop.
At one store in the historic downtown, Antiques, Art and Beer, Beverly proudly awards you with a certificate for each bottle you consume while shopping.
Kosmos Spoetzl had a simple marketing philosophy: A good beer will sell itself. So he set out to brew the very best beer he could. That done, he had to make sure that people drank it. So he bought a Model T, and with a couple of kegs iced down in the back, Spoetzl drove the country roads that surrounded Shiner, plying the thirsty farmers with ice-cold beer. Spoetzl produced "Old World Bavarian Draft," which was a heavy, dark, all-malt German-style lager.
Today Shiner Bock preserves the traditions of the original brewmaster and even uses some of his original recipes. Each vat is brewed individually. After tasting Shiner Black Lager, I easily gave of gin for the 48 hours I was there. Lecker!
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There’s something about Shiner that makes me shout, “Charming!” (almost) It could be the free tokens for beer they hand out at the Brewery or the buildings from the 1800’s that still have the original tin ceilings and rent for a song, but more likely, it’s the lovely resident historian/goddess/palm reader/Dog-Eared Democrat and my friend who made me feel so welcome. For some, that charm could wear off quickly though. I certainly couldn’t wear my Sarah Palin Ignorance is Bliss tee for fear of getting shot. And I’d have to remove all my bumper stickers, trash my peace flags and bite my political tongue hourly if I resided within such charm.
My pal was born and raised there. Both her family and her husband’s family have lived in Shiner for generations and so I felt quite comfortable in her company. I was treated darn right like a queen. But there is a strange cloud that lingers over you if "yur frum Cali." I mean, just answering the question, “Where y’all frum?” can cause perplexed expressions to form on the faces of locals. Texans believe that Californians either lie around and smoke weed all day, or that we are all heathen terrorists who are constantly thinking up ways to provide handouts to the illegals rather than the “real” Americans. Either way, you’ll burn in hell, darlings.
I did meet some lovely folks in Shiner though, and got to ride around on“the farm.” My friend’s grandson, who’s all of 12, laughed hysterically at this ‘weird city gal’ as I took pictures of hay bales, dirty work rags hanging on fences and baby pigs. Then I prayed to the Lord Jesus that he’d lie to me when I asked, "Are they all going to be slaugh…?”
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a vegetarian, though I’m thinking of converting. These farmers love their animals, treat them well and even name them;“That one over there’s name is ‘Dinner.’” My friend’s grandson informed me. I just look into their eyes and want to scream,"Can’t we save them all, live happily ever after and eat tempeh burgers till the crows come home!"
What I sensed there are two things we are so far removed from: the connection of humans to the land and humanely raising all that we consume. I recall my mama’s favorite saying, “Waste not, want not.” All this makes good sense; even to me. Most kids eat meat and think it comes from Safeway. They haven’t a clue. And if you’ve ever driven Highway 5, you know the livestock are crammed in small, overcrowded pens and you can bet your ass they don’t get a friendly pet on the head each morning.
Walking “the farm” made me ponder the days when my ancestors lived in Tennessee, Oklahoma and yes, Texas. I’m a good ‘ole girl and come from a long line of country folk and yet somehow, as if to fall off the flatbed of a pickup, I ended up in some conflictive state; dangling on a fine thread between trailer trash and city vixen. I mean, I dig the boots and cool shiny belt buckles, but I’m a recycle freak.
I understand the feeling of bliss when breathing in that fresh country air, but give me a good protest in a major downtown city any day.
Shiner, Texas is my last stop before returning to California. I smile now when I say its name. It’s a town rich in history, pride (possibly foolish) and cow pies. And oh yea…beer.
All for now, buckaroos!
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AFRP (Animal Friends Rescue Project), POMDR (Peace of Mind Dog Rescue)
CWOB (Compassion Without Borders)
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