“The glad news that the gigantic armies facing each other on the long battle front in France had agreed to a an armistice reached Kerrville early in the morning of November 11, 1918. Soon after dawn the noise of celebrating began and the din brought people into town by the hundreds. Before noon downtown sidewalks and streets were packed with people and automobiles driving up and down the thoroughfares. Everybody was wildly hilarious with joy.
“Guns were fired, whistles were blown and bells were rung. Schools were suspended for the day. The old town fire bell in a tower on the corner now occupied by the Blue Bonnet Hotel played its part in the noisemaking. Men and boys climbed up the tower after breaking the rope used for ringing, and with hammers kept the bell clanging for hours.”
Francisco Lemos |
And yet, as those men and boys were ringing the old bell, striking it with hammers and mallets and sticks, joyous that the “war to end all wars” was over, the intersection had a different name: it was the corner of Water and Mountain streets.
You see, the town didn’t know.
The very next day, November 12, 1918, Mrs. E. W. Baker received word that her son Sidney had died in the Argonne battles on October 15, 1918; Judge and Mrs. W. G. Garrett learned about a week later that their son Victor Earl had died November 4, during the last week of the war; the relatives of Francisco Lemos learned late in that month that he had died September 15, 1918.
The town that had sung and fired shots in the air and laughed and danced in the street now hung down its head and mourned.
Sidney Baker |
Earl Garrett |
“Then the bugle sounded, and the boys lined up. Captain Seeder uttered brief orders. Each line became straight, every form erect. An orderly called the names crisply. What a response! It sounded short and sharp like the crack of a gun – “Here,” “Here,” “Here,” until every man had made answer . . . .
“. . . the train moved away, the engine with two flags fluttering at its headlight, the bell sounding ceaselessly, the soldier boys leaning far from windows waving farewell. And the great throng waved farewell, and the lovely hills of Kerrville threw farewell kisses, and the clouds wept farewell . . .”
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These three Kerrville boys lent their names to our geography, and we mention them by name often. Armistice Day is a good time to remember that they were products of the same air, river, and hills as us, young men who bravely stood by a flag-decorated train and answered “Here.”I recently spoke with a man who was there that day at the train station. He was a little boy, a nephew of Francisco Lemos. His only memory of that day: all of the mothers in town crying as the train pulled away.
Very well written!
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Sidney Baker was my mother's first love. We have heard the story of the day the train left many times. Thanks for the memories..Lou Heidel, Somers, Montana.
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