Our great grandparents and aunts were some of those lost in 1875. One great great grandfather held his place at the east lighthouse and was never found after the storm. 😢
"I've slept on this shore for 300 years where the ocean gives rise to the plains. Where Sieur de La Salle first sailed into Texas not one single footprint remains. The wind and the waves sing me long lullabies, and I seldom find reason to open my eyes, no voice stirs my spirit, no sound and no scene, so I drift back to sleep... and I dream..." And she looked out to sea, and on the horizon were ships bearing into her bay, and with sleep in her eyes, she stood in amazement and watched as they headed her way. And this bay it would come to be called Matagorda, a new settlers' passage to the great Texas plains, bringing captains and soldiers and princes and paupers, and some would move inland and some would remain. "My name is Johann, and I have brought settlers from Germany to the New World, they'll soon stake their claims from here to New Braunfels, Gonzales, and Victoria. But I'll make my home here on this sun-bleached shore, and I'll build a city where none stood before, a sheltering harbor from water and wind; let the great ships of commerce roll in..." And she looked out to sea, clear to the horizon her piers jutted into the bay, and she saw the lifeblood that bustled around her and gave her all reason to stay. And they named her the city of Indianola, they plied her deep waters with timber and steel, and they swore that no tempest could rattle or harm her, but the ocean is mighty and the wind has its will. Now Indianola, she's only a ghost on the jagged shoreline of the old Texas coast where the howling wild wind once raised up its hand and buried her dreams in the sand. "My name is Isaac, I came here to bury the lost souls who perished that day when the ocean rose twenty miles onto on the prairie and washed it all into the bay. And nothing that stood could escape the concussion of an angry wave riding on a hurricane wind, her homes torn asunder and splintered to driftwood, till Indianola could not rise again." And nothing was left but a few broken spirits who wondered aloud where their fortunes might be, and the vibrant port city of Indianola now lies in the basin of God's angry sea. "My name is Brian, I've traveled from Fort Worth to stand where the sea meets the plains. Where Sieur de La Salle first sailed into Texas, now only his statue remains, and nobody comes here but seagulls and tourists, and not much remains but a few ragged scars, so I came here to take off my hat in her honor with a digital camera and a six-string guitar..." Now Indianola, she's only a ghost on the jagged shoreline of the old Texas coast where the howling wild wind can raise up its hand and bury your dreams in the sand.
I still feel so sorry for that horse in that picture. How did they get it out of there. If you're in Texas, go down and see the beautiful coastline and see the statue, now that you know the story.
My 3rd great grandmother and grandfather lost 2 daughters (age 18 and 9) and my 2nd great grandmother lost her father (Thomas H Mayne) due to him manning one of the 2 lighthouses in the Bay during the hurricane. All 4 men manning the west and East lighthouses died during the 1875 hurricane.
Many of the old photographs of the wreckage of Indianola were taken after the 1886 hurricane and can be found in a book "Indianola Scrapbook" which came out in 1936 50 years after the devastating hurricane.
Brian Burns is one of my favorite singers.
Our great grandparents and aunts were some of those lost in 1875. One great great grandfather held his place at the east lighthouse and was never found after the storm. 😢
Great song.
"I've slept on this shore for 300 years
where the ocean gives rise to the plains.
Where Sieur de La Salle first sailed into Texas
not one single footprint remains.
The wind and the waves sing me long lullabies,
and I seldom find reason to open my eyes,
no voice stirs my spirit, no sound and no scene,
so I drift back to sleep... and I dream..."
And she looked out to sea, and on the horizon
were ships bearing into her bay,
and with sleep in her eyes, she stood in amazement
and watched as they headed her way.
And this bay it would come to be called Matagorda,
a new settlers' passage to the great Texas plains,
bringing captains and soldiers and princes and paupers,
and some would move inland and some would remain.
"My name is Johann, and I have brought settlers
from Germany to the New World,
they'll soon stake their claims from here to New Braunfels,
Gonzales, and Victoria.
But I'll make my home here on this sun-bleached shore,
and I'll build a city where none stood before,
a sheltering harbor from water and wind;
let the great ships of commerce roll in..."
And she looked out to sea, clear to the horizon
her piers jutted into the bay,
and she saw the lifeblood that bustled around her
and gave her all reason to stay.
And they named her the city of Indianola,
they plied her deep waters with timber and steel,
and they swore that no tempest could rattle or harm her,
but the ocean is mighty and the wind has its will.
Now Indianola, she's only a ghost
on the jagged shoreline of the old Texas coast
where the howling wild wind once raised up its hand
and buried her dreams in the sand.
"My name is Isaac, I came here to bury
the lost souls who perished that day
when the ocean rose twenty miles onto on the prairie
and washed it all into the bay.
And nothing that stood could escape the concussion
of an angry wave riding on a hurricane wind,
her homes torn asunder and splintered to driftwood,
till Indianola could not rise again."
And nothing was left but a few broken spirits
who wondered aloud where their fortunes might be,
and the vibrant port city of Indianola
now lies in the basin of God's angry sea.
"My name is Brian, I've traveled from Fort Worth
to stand where the sea meets the plains.
Where Sieur de La Salle first sailed into Texas,
now only his statue remains,
and nobody comes here but seagulls and tourists,
and not much remains but a few ragged scars,
so I came here to take off my hat in her honor
with a digital camera and a six-string guitar..."
Now Indianola, she's only a ghost
on the jagged shoreline of the old Texas coast
where the howling wild wind can raise up its hand
and bury your dreams in the sand.
I love Brian Burns
I still feel so sorry for that horse in that picture. How did they get it out of there. If you're in Texas, go down and see the beautiful coastline and see the statue, now that you know the story.
Nice job Brian! My great grandfather lost his wife and kids in the first Indianola hurricane.
My 3rd great grandmother and grandfather lost 2 daughters (age 18 and 9) and my 2nd great grandmother lost her father (Thomas H Mayne) due to him manning one of the 2 lighthouses in the Bay during the hurricane. All 4 men manning the west and East lighthouses died during the 1875 hurricane.
Many of the old photographs of the wreckage of Indianola were taken after the 1886 hurricane and can be found in a book "Indianola Scrapbook" which came out in 1936 50 years after the devastating hurricane.
My ancestors landed there in the 1820s and 1830 from Alcase Lorraine.
I grew up near Matagorda bay and loved it. Still do. Landlocked in San Antonio Texas. Check out charlie Robison song Indianola
I am well familiar with it!
Well done. Bravo...!
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