|Image from cinematreasures.org|
For one thing, getting here from Dallas on a Friday evening is anything but easy. It's almost twice as far as the trip from Houston, you get to travel down I-35 with hoards of other people, and then you get stuck in gridlock from Georgetown south through Austin. There are lots of other weekend getaways that would be much easier for Dallasites to reach. Still, there must be some magnetic attraction that draws them here to this tiny hippie hideaway -- and not just from Dallas in general, but from Lakewood in particular. Let me give you a few examples.
I should start off by telling you that when we bought this place, we didn't know a soul who lived here -- from Dallas or anywhere else -- so that had nothing to do with why we chose to retire here. However, one day when I was working out at my gym in Houston, I heard the woman next to me talking about her house in Wimberley. "You have a house in Wimberley? We just bought one there ourselves!" Her name was Betty Brents, and we became friends. It wasn't until later that I discovered her husband Dan grew up on the same street in Lakewood that I was born on -- Alexander -- and went to my same high school, though he was several years ahead of me. Some years later, after he spent time in the military, married Betty and had two sons, they moved back to Lakewood, lived one street over from my sister Carolyn, and had many friends in common with her.
|Sibby with my sister Carolyn.|
|Sibby assists my son Austin, while Carolyn and I look on.|
Another time Dan and Betty, whom I mentioned earlier, invited us to a party at their beautiful log cabin home here. Betty was introducing me to a few of the women when I heard my hubby calling to me. "Uh, Beck? You need to come over here!" Apparently, as soon as he had walked up to the guys surrounding the beer coolers, a total stranger had turned to him and said "Now I suppose you are going to tell us you went to Woodrow Wilson too, huh?" "Um, no. That would be my wife." Turns out half the people there had gone to my high school, though most were a good bit older than me. I did know one guy though. Or at least, he knew my family. He grew up just down the block from us on Bob-o-Link, and went to our same church downtown, where our grandmothers were friends. I think I was even named after his step-mother Becky. His name was Harold Vanburgh back then, but after he ditched his law career and took up acting, he switched it to Hawk Storm.
Here's the biggest shocker of all -- one I just discovered this week. You know Robin and Mac, the couple that owns Wimberley Cafe, the place where I go for my weekly fix of Migas? I assumed they had lived in Wimberley forever, but no. Guess where they lived in the 90's, and where their kids went to school? Yep, Lakewood! It is a strange, wee little world, is it not?