Skip to main content

Sts Peter and Paul Church Picnic

Plum, Texas  6.25.2017
Plum is a small town just to the west of LaGrange.  It is an historic town settled by Americans and German immigrants in 1869 along the MKT railroad track. The first settlers established the Baptist Chuch.  Later it was a favorite place for Czech immigrants to settle, and with a larger Czech population, the community was able to build the Catholic Church.  The stone for the Catholic Church appears to be transition limestone, which is quite flinty and much harder than one typically knows limestone.  It was quarried at Muldoon.

The Catholic Church, Sts Peter and Paul, has hosted a feast every year since 1927, so this year was the 90th year that they put on this fund raising effort.

The food was good, maybe the best of all the church picnics so far this year.  It featured fried chicken, sausage, smashed potatoes, sauerkraut, beans, and dressing, along with tea and a dessert.
The dining area was small, and the tables were close together, giving some feeling of congestion for those having to walk down the aisle between the long tables. One of the unique aspects of this picnic is that they make their own sausage just for this picnic.  We were told that they made and sold 3500 pounds of sausage for this event.

The small building, on the grounds of the church is the sausage smokehouse.

As usual, we try to sit next to someone who may have some knowledge of the area. We found two ladies who shared lots of information.  One was born in the Addicks area and moved to the Plum area with her family when very young.  The growth of Houston required the land of their farm along with others, to build the Addicks Dam, a present day flood control project.  They moved to Plum and began dairy farming which lasted until the kids were all grown and left the area.  This was a time when most of the dairy business that was here shifted to an area many miles to the south of Plum.  The lady now owns a gourmet food shop in LaGrange, a far cry from tending cows in her youth.

The music was a one-man affair, playing to a scant crowd, as most people were busy eating, chatting with old friends, or involved in the auction.  The auction of common items is a staple activity at most church picnics.




The stone work of the church is impressive, with its tall bell tower.  This is not one of the so-called painted churches, so the inside of the church is plain by comparison to some of the painted churches.  Nevertheless, the church is really very beautiful and well maintained.

The inside of this church







We like to explore back roads, so on the return trip we went directly south from the church on Plum Church Road. After only a short distance it turned into Old Lockhart Road which runs due west.  It would be interesting to know the history of this old road as it is a long way to Lockhart from here.  We travelled along on this solid road all the way to 195 where we caught it south to Cistern, then turning westward on the Jeddo Road.

Straight shot home from here, except we had to stop at Chapparal Coffee house in Lockhart for some hot coffee.



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Aermotor Windmill Lives

The Aermotor windmill is probably the oldest iconic windmill In the United States today. We bought one that was very old at a seller's booth at the Round Top antique market. This was back in the late 1900s. So that makes it 20 years ago or so. We first erected this windmill In Fulshear in the backyard. We had to get Architectural Control Committee approval to do this. Because some of our neighbors may have some bad experiences with a neighboring windmill, we had to assure them that we would not let the brake slide and provide that nasty shrieking noise.  Other than that, there was no objection to looking at a windmill.  W e erected the windmill in Fulshear.  It was quite a chore for us as we had no idea where all the parts fit together and how they were arranged.  For example, we learned that the sail wheel with its struts is built with the same concept as a bicycle wheel with its spokes.  After much head scratching and consulting the internet we had it to ...

Cause and Effect

 We have this great world atlas book published by the National Geographical Society, which by the way, we bought at the local library used book sale for $2. Probably this low price of the book pains the Society but it sure makes my reference to maps an easy task without having to wake up my computer. The book occupies a permanent spot on a book stand in our breakfast room, standing ready to supply map information on request. The book happened to be open to the page showing the whole of Antarctica featuring all the outposts and even some commentary of scientific significance. One such comment was on ice coring data of historic temperatures and carbon dioxide content.  I can understand how the CO2 content of the ice can be preserved over many centuries at varying depths, but I am unsure how the prevailing temperature of some thousand years ago can be preserved in the ice cores--but that's another issue that we will not get into here. So here is the comment on the data of the ice...

A Wimberley Spoofie

 Of all the choice restaurants and cafes in the area for lunch, the likes of Dairy Queen, Whataburger, and others, we often choose to have lunch at the Quik Cafe.  Now, the Quik Cafe is no ordinary cafe, because here you can  not only have lunch at a real table, but can also buy all sorts of things that you don't need, but best of all, you can get your car fueled up with Exxon gasoline.  When we have guests in town, we take them to the Quik Cafe; well, maybe not for lunch but certainly for a coke or two.   The Quik Cafe's gasoline pumps are always in full use with cars and trucks filling up because the price is competitive with unbranded gasoline and is always 20 cents less than that of the other major brands in this small town. When we have lunch in the cafe section of the store, we always opt for the chicken tenders.  Often times, we can strike up a chat with some one of the more colorful characters who make Wimberley their home.  One time we ev...