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The whole Family (Human members)

MegF. said:
Don't let Spirit near the kid!!!! His cheeks will be squeezed to death! Great family you have there.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Noooooo. LOL! I'm not a cheek pincher, I'm a neck/cheek kisser. I'm afraid I might smother the poor little guy with my smooches! Babies smell sooooooooo good. *swoon*

It's cute, actually. One of the kids I babysit... when I pick him up now, he smiles REALLY big and when he goes to hug me, he angles his head (exposing his neck) then giggles like mad when I kiss him (I think it tickles). He just loves it. He knows. OH HE knooowwws. :laugh:

*sigh* Babies rule.
 
Just thought that i would update everyone on how David is doing. He is now 5 months old, and growing like a weed. here are 3 new pictures...taken yesterday. Enjoy.

PS...the flowers that are around him are called Blue Bonnets. They are the Texas State Flower.

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He is absolutely ADORABLE...

How cute...



Hey...whatever happened to the Yellow Rose of Texas?? LOL
 
pcar said:
anyone have a spare baby hanging around that we can send to spirit?

I have a 12 yr old son she can barrow.

Paul, David has gotten so big. What a cutie......... :crazy02:
 
Alias47 said:
Hey...whatever happened to the Yellow Rose of Texas?? LOL


it's still around here somewhere. Might just have to find it for you. LOL :grin01:
 
Here you go Derek:

As a Texan, I am frequently asked which rose is The Yellow Rose of Texas. In truth, this rose is not a "which;" it's a "who!"

In rose literature, the Old Garden Rose most frequently associated with this name is Harison’s Yellow. In the 1830’s, George Folliott Harison was a New York lawyer and amateur rose hybridizer. He (or possibly his lawyer father, Richard) crossed what is believed to be Rosa foetida persiana (‘Persian Yellow’) with R. spinosissima (= R. pimpinellifolia) (‘Scotch Briar Rose’). The resulting hybrid was named Rosa x. harisonii or ‘Harison’s Yellow.’ Although once-blooming, Harison’s Yellow was renowned at the time for its vigor, hardiness, and resistance to disease.

Harison’s Yellow was reportedly carried westward by settlers who planted it wherever they stopped. Even today, naturalized stands of this rose can be found as far west as New Mexico and California. But it is seldom seen naturalized in Texas. Despite its resilience to the difficult growing conditions in northern climates, Harison’s Yellow does not grow well in Texas where the growth season is long and summer temperatures are high.

There is still debate whether Harison’s Yellow refers to the rose of folklore. We do know, however, The Yellow Rose of Texas of song, re-popularized during the 1950’s by Mitch Miller, actually refers to a person, not a rose. Specifically, the lyrics refer to Emily West Morgan, somewhat forgotten in history for her heroism during the Texas war of independence from Mexico.

The legend of The Yellow Rose of Texas begins in 1830 with the immigration to Texas of James Morgan, an entrepreneur from Philadelphia. Morgan was eager to capitalize on cheap land and business opportunities in the fledgling Mexican colony. Since the Mexican government did not permit slavery, Morgan converted his slaves into 99-year indentured servants.

In 1835, amid an effort to flood Texas with non-Mexicans from the United States, Morgan returned to New York to recruit more workers for his growing settlement. One such émigré was a twenty year old woman named Emily D. West - "an eastern import with extraordinary intelligence and sophistication."

Emily West was mulatto and possibly from Bermuda, since Morgan brought many of his workers from this Atlantic island. According to some records, West volunteered to be indentured, most probably to escape the prejudice against her mixed race. As was the custom for an indentured worker at the time, she changed her last name to that of Morgan’s.

By the following year, the war for Texas’ independence from Mexico was fully engaged and led by General Sam Houston. James Morgan’s now successful settlement, New Washington, was strategically located near the mouth of the San Jacinto River. He freely gave food and supplies to Houston’s men. One particularly strategic parcel of land named Morgan’s Point (so called to this day) extended into San Jacinto Bay. From Morgan’s Point, flatboats were loaded for Houston army.

In March of 1836, James Morgan was appointed a Colonel and assigned to the Port of Galveston, about 30 miles away. So that Houston’s supply line would continue, he left Emily West Morgan in charge of loading flatboats destined for the army.

By the afternoon of April 18, 1836, General Santa Anna had moved his men into position near New Washington to attack the Texas rebels he knew to be nearby. Morgan’s settlement, now mostly deserted as its inhabitants fled before Santa Anna’s marching army, still had a few brave souls remaining, one of which was Emily. Santa Anna was immediately struck by her beauty.

The next morning, after his men helped themselves to Morgan’s crops and cattle, Santa Anna set about securing one more "spoil of war" - Emily. He captured her and a young "yellow boy" named Turner loading yet another flatboat headed for Houston’s army. Although Santa Anna cajoled Turner to lead his scouts to Houston’s men, Emily convinced him to escape and inform the "Texian" army of the Mexican general’s arrival.

Santa Anna was totally enamoured by Emily and ordered the immediate setting up of his encampment on the plains of the San Jacinto, despite protestations from his colonels. And Houston, upon hearing of Santa Anna’s location from Turner, moved his troops into the woods within a scant mile of the Mexican general’s headquarters.

On the morning of April 21, Houston reportedly climbed a tree to spy into the Mexican camp. There he saw Emily preparing a champagne breakfast for Santa Anna, and remarked, "I hope that slave girl makes him [Santa Anna] neglect his business and keeps him in bed all day."

By afternoon, the great final battle for the independence of Texas was engaged. The Mexican army was caught completely by surprise, and Santa Anna was literally caught with his pants down.

Emily West Morgan survived the battle and made her way back to New Washington. Two days later, James Morgan, who had not heard of the battle, returned from Galveston. Emily told him of her ordeal and the outcome of the last great battle. The colonel was so impressed with Emily’s heroism, he repealed her indenture and gave her a passport back to New York - the final chapter of which we have no record.

We do know, however, Morgan made certain everyone knew of Emily’s heroism. He told everyone he encountered or anyone who would listen, and recorded the story in his journals. It was from these that the lyrics of what would become the marching song of American Civil War soldiers and westward bound settlers would emerge.

To this day, the heroic acts of the young woman from New York are still reverently commemorated by the members of the Knights of the Yellow Rose of Texas each April 21 at San Jacinto.

I referenced this from this site
 
And, for any of you that like the song:

The Yellow Rose of Texas

There's a yellow rose in Texas
That I am going to see
No other darky knows her
No one only me
She cried so when I left her
It like to broke my heart
And if I ever more find her
We nevermore will part.

Chorus:
She's the sweetest rose of color
This darky ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew
You may talk about dearest May
And sing of Rosa Lee
But the yellow rose of Texas
Beats the belles of Tennessee.

Where the Rio Grande is flowing
And the starry skies are bright
She walks along the river
In the quiet summer night

She thinks if I remember
When we parted long ago
I promised to come back again
And not to leave her so.
Oh now I am agoing to find her
For my heart is full of woe
And we will sing the song together
We sung so long ago
We will play the banjo gaily
And will sing the song of yore
And the yellow rose of Texas
Shall be mine forevermore.
-J.K.​
 
I don't believe I have ever read that account in it's entirety like that...
Thank you...it was very informative...

Now I can figure out what those damn lyrics mean...LOL
 
Hey thanks for posting them...

I was just going to find them when I realized you had already put them up...
 
Still the cutest widdle thing Paul! I love that puzzled look, those baby blues, and drool in the last pic. He's going to be a hearthrob that one. LOL
 
Well, tomorrow David will be 6 months old, and I thought I would post some updated pictures. Incidentally, You can see my new puppy in one of the pics too.

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Hope you all enjoy.
 
Thanks Derek.

howiet4720 said:
Thank god he doesn't get his looks from his father.
*sigh* :rolleyes: Howie. don't you know how to be a little more tactful? :nope:
 
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