I grew up a mile off of Hwy 77 on East Newland Drive in Robinson, TX. The house number was 504. Our home consisted of a house and fifty one acres of land. My father bought the land after World War II with a loan granted from the GI Bill.
The house was located in in the front center of the property on the top of a hill. Our yard was about one and a half acres bordered by a barbed wire fence. There were two large Cottonwood trees to the left of the house with another one just behind the house on the left corner-right in front of the back bedroom my brother and I occupied. Also on the left side of the house were four or five pear trees. And, a single Mulberry tree stood guard over my parents bedroom in front of the house. In spite of my father's efforts to plant more trees that was it. Every time he planted a new tree some farmers cow got out , came to our yard and ate the tree down to the ground.
About a hundred feet or so behind our back fence was a small tin barn where my father kept a few cows and calves at various times when I was young. Mostly all I remember of cattle was an old milk cow and a couple of calves.
Further back on the property was a stock tank-a hole bulldozed out of the ground on a side of the hill with the dirt pushed up to form a rim to hold the water on the lower side of the tank. I had lots of adventures there as a kid. And, there was always fishing.
The rest of the land was covered with weed mostly. However there were lots of Indian Paint Brushes, Blanket Flowers, Black Eyed Susans and so forth in the spring. And, there was a system of gulleys where much fun could be had as a child.
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