Clarence Hyde, YO Ranch cowboy and later ranch foreman. He appears to be standing on the back of an animal. |
Growing
up in town, spending most of my time at school, the print shop, home, exploring
the river banks and occasionally attending church, I often dreamed of being a
cowboy.
Of
course, I had no more business being a cowboy than I had of being an astronaut,
another career I dreamt about.
A
few months ago my long-time friend Rod Kennedy gave me a copy of "Long
Days and Short Nights" by Neal Barrett, Jr. The book was published to
celebrate the centennial of the YO Ranch, back in 1980. The copy Mr. Kennedy
gave me includes the signature of the author, as well as that of Charles
Schreiner III, each of his sons, and Mary Helen Schreiner, the wife of Charles
IV.
The
author did something clever in writing the book: in addition to sketches about
the family who owned the ranch, it includes stories about the people who worked
there.
Take,
for instance, the story of Clarence Hyde.
Hyde
was born at the turn of the last century, and attended school until 1917. That
same year he started working at the YO Ranch; he was 16 and would continue at
the ranch for 44 more years.
Walter
Schreiner, the youngest of Captain Charles Schreiner's sons, employed Hyde
after the "division of the interests" in 1919.
"Walter
Schreiner was a strong, outspoken man," according to Hyde. "You
didn't have to sign a contract with a man like that -- his word was good."
In
1940 Clarence Hyde became ranch foreman of the YO, succeeding his father Mac
Hyde. Walter Schreiner died in 1933, and the running of the ranch fell to his
widow, Myrtle. Their son, Charles Schreiner III, took over management of the
ranch in the early 1950s.
So
it was to Myrtle Schreiner that Clarence Hyde reported in his new duties as
ranch foreman.
Myrtle
"was a fine lady," Hyde recalled. "She knew next to nothing
about running a ranch when Walter died, and admitted it. In less than ten
years, though, she knew plenty. The ranch always came first with her, and the
hands admired her for that. When work was needed around the grounds or the
house, she'd say, 'do it when you can spare time from the ranch.'"
According
to the YO Ranch website, Myrtle "was the first Texas rancher to lease land
for hunting, a practice that diversified the income of ranches across the
state. Diversification helped the traditional ranch survive the drought that
ravaged Texas for seven years in the 1950s."
In
the 1920s, when Hyde was just starting out, times were tough for cowboys. "A
hand got $20 a month, board and a bedroll. Boots were $8 a pair, but good ones
lasted two or three years. A quart of I. W. Harper was $1.25," according
to the book.
"A
cowboy would get into town every three to six months," the book quotes
Hyde, "but he sure made up for it then. He'd have saved up maybe $75, a
considerable sum in those days -- and he'd spend it all in Kerrville in maybe
two or three days."
Among
the things on which the savings would be spent: a visit to the Arcadia Theater,
boots and "heavy duck pants" if he needed them.
"Certainly,
a little time was spent catching up on beer and whiskey drinking," the
book quotes Hyde. Time was also spent, according to the book, with women whose
attentions could be "negotiated by a lonely cowboy with money in his
pockets."
Time
in town was rare, though. Days started at 4:30 a.m., when the foreman and crew
would meet in the corral for the day's instructions.
"They'd
set out for work with lunch in a paper sack tossed into their saddlebags. There
might be dried biscuits, bacon, hard-boiled eggs, or sometimes a can of fruit. There
was always a coffee pot."
Hyde
enjoyed the life he led. "I wouldn't have spent the years doing anything
else. It's what I wanted to do."
But he also added: "I'll tell you one thing -- being foreman wasn't
near as much fun as being a cowboy."
Until
next week, all the best.
Joe
Herring Jr. is a Kerrville native who is probably lucky he was never a cowboy. This column originally appeared in the Kerrville Daily Times December 1, 2012.
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