too. hot. to. type.
Actually we were given a brief heat wave reprieve today in NYC–but Sundays are great for being lazy.
Meanwhile, back home:
Stay cool & hydrated–and watch out for rings of power!
too. hot. to. type.
Actually we were given a brief heat wave reprieve today in NYC–but Sundays are great for being lazy.
Meanwhile, back home:
Stay cool & hydrated–and watch out for rings of power!
I have often said that the best part of wine is sharing it with someone. As such, there are some wines and/or wineries that will always and forever remind me of a specific person, like Teresa & Grape Creek or Nerida & Chandon. Or even Matthew & Silver Oak–ironically not because we’ve consumed copious amount of Silver Oak, but because we arrived at their tasting room 5 minutes after they closed and I might have had a momentary meltdown that ended 4 seconds later with Matthew flatly informing me to get back in the car or he was going back to San Jose without me.
In case you’re wondering what this has to do with Hawaii: nothing. What it has to do with is that this month’s wine writing challenge (#34), as selected by last month’s winner Kent of Appetite for Wine, is MEMORY.
I was trying to figure out which wine holds the most memories for me, however, I realized that was a bit like picking a favorite child. Instead, I decided to pick a winery.
I’ve talked about the Chisholm Trail Winery before. I mean, any winery that can get me to love their merlot is quite special indeed–and their 1994 Merlot did just that. But their cabernets–spectacular: fruity, but dry with just a tiny bit of spice and oh-so-smooth.
But the wines aren’t the reason that I picked this winery.
Perhaps you might think that it has to do with winemaker, Paula K. Williamson, who is charismatic, has an infectious laugh, and is almost never seen without her signature black Stetson. But no, while Paula is fabulous and I adore her, she is not the reason either.
You might even think that it’s because Christi & I spent one hot August day helping Paula & crew pick grapes in the vineyard and then watched the bottling process while sampling some of the winery favorites. It was a long, fun-filled, exhausting day, but no. That’s not it either.
The reason Chisholm Trail Winery holds so many memories for me has nothing to do with wine at all. It is because the land where the winery sits used to be owned by my family. Specifically my great-great Uncle Hugo. Hugo was my grandfather’s uncle and we spent a lot of time at Uncle Hugo’s because he had the best fishing hole in the county. As a young girl I spent hours and hours at the creek behind the house, which now runs long the south side of the vineyards. I spent hours running around the old, gigantic trees scattered around the now-winery picking flowers for Granny, who rarely came with us.
It’s been probably 35 years since I last went fishing with Uncle Hugo, but every time I open a bottle of Chisholm Trail wine, memories flood back. I feel the sun on my face, the cool water tickling my feet, and can hear Uncle Hugo’s hearty laugh. There are many reasons to love Chisholm Trail winery and their wines. But for me, I love it because tastes like home.
In this month’s wine writing challenge, John of Pairs With: Life challenged us to tell our Winestory, aka what lead us down the path of awesomeness that is wine writing. Technically, I just dabble in the wine writing while drinking a lot, but here goes:
Picture it: Fredericksburg, Texas 1994. I was home from college for Thanksgiving break and a job opportunity presented itself. My cousin had been offered a job at a local wine tasting room and declined because she was working at a winery (Grape Creek Vineyards) at the time. She told me to go apply. Having fell in love with red wine from the Riojas just the year before (read all about it here!), I marched (okay, drove….around the block 4 times looking for a parking spot) down to said wine tasting room and asked about the job. My interview went something like this: have you ever worked in a winery or wine tasting room before? No, but I like to drink wine and honestly, isn’t that half the battle? Can you wash dishes? Of course, who says no to that in an interview?! Great! You’re hired! (okay, it was slightly more in depth than that, but not much).
My first job? Try all the wine on the bar available for tasting. After all, how you could describe a wine you’ve never tasted before? So I tasted and tasted and tasted some more. Nearly every Texas winery was represented. Right now, my inner wine-geek wants to name them all, but my inner OCD is afraid I’d miss someone and it would drive me nuts.
Job 2? Washing a lot of glasses. TONS and TONS of glasses! I only mention this because Thanksgiving weekend is the busiest weekend in the store and there were a lot of people in the tasting room that weekend.
Job 3? Cleaning up an entire rack of dropped glasses. The truly sad part was that I just hand washed and hand dried them all (sigh).
So, for the first few days that’s all I did: taste wine, wash glasses, and clean up (although thankfully the breaking of the glasses significantly decreased!). But….I also listened. I listened to my coworkers describe wine. I saw how customers reacted to their descriptions and I noticed that whatever each worker liked best is what sold best on that day because they got excited about it and could get the customer excited as well.
I was determined to channel that excitement, but it wasn’t as easy as it looked. First of all, I preferred (and still do) dry, spicy full bodied reds. But I quickly discovered that wasn’t actually a popular choice amongst the majority of our customers. They were looking for something fun. Something easy to drink. Something to walk down the street with while shopping (oh yeah, you can do that in Fredericksburg!).
Thus, I had to change tactics. And instead of trying to get people excited about the wine that I liked, I tried to get them excited to find that special bottle of wine in the store that was going to make them love wine. I started listening and asking them a lot of questions . After awhile I realized I was good at something other than just washing and breaking glasses: I was good at wine pairing. Not just pairing wine with food, but with people: finding that one bottle that was going to make a them a wine lover. Being a fellow beer-lover as well, I couldn’t fault the non-converts who just wanted to stick to beer. But for everyone else, I tried to focus on creating an ambience where it wasn’t just about the wine, but was about having fun and allowing customers to go on their own journey to be able to proclaim “I love wine!”
Sometimes it was a challenge, especially when snobby wine people came in insisting that they only like [insert trendy wine region here] and they’d never like any that came from Texas. They were the most fun to convert. Did it always happen? No! I was a wine peddler, not a miracle worker!
The other thing I really loved was getting to know the winemakers. They are truly an amazing group of people. We often had special tastings on the weekends and would invite the winemakers to join us to tell our customers about what makes their wine so special. It was like getting a sneak peek behind the curtain!
But you’re here to hear how I got into wine writing–so let’s fast forward a few (or more) years when I decided that I needed a change and moved to New York City (with 7 cases of Texas wine, 3 cases of Shiner Bock, and a warning from my brother not to get pulled over for speeding otherwise I’d be arrested for bootlegging!).
I have to admit, it was nice to be able to walk into a wine store and just browse, but after some time, I started missing the wine-speak: the geeking out over a great $10 bottle or splurging on the bottle of bubbles. I missed talking about wine. And then one day serendipity struck and I was followed by The Drunken Cyclist. Of course, I immediately followed him back because I knew that anyone with the slogan: I have three passions: wine, cycling, travel, family, and math. had to be amazing–and I’m not just saying that for the vote!!.
A few weeks later, I noticed that he put up a Wine Writing Challenge (#10, I believe) and I thought why not? I didn’t really consider myself a “wine writer,” but I didn’t want to pass up an opportunity to do what I love most with wine: share it.
The rest, as they say, is history.
So that’s my WINESTORY…and I’m sticking to it.
PS–Okay, I can’t let it go, so I’m going to apologize if I missed anyone and maybe check back regularly to see if I’ve added more…or feel free to comment if you know of any that need to be added!
Texas Wineries when I started working at the wine shop, Texas Wines, Etc., in no particular order and as best I can remember after over 2 decades of consuming copious amounts of wine (but that’s a story for another time!):
This month’s wine writing challenge is TRAVEL, as selected by last month’s winner: the hilarious and enlightening Loie of Cheap Wine Curious.
Of course, my first thought was to write about Napa, the first place I traveled for wine–but then I remembered I’ve already written about my trip and since I haven’t had the chance to go back, there’s nothing new to report.
Then I thought about allllllll the places in France and Italy I passed through many, many moons (aka decades) ago that I’d love to go back and visit now that I have a true appreciation for the beauty and intricacies of champagnes and burgundies and amarones (ohmy!)–but then I realized that this post may never end.
So then I thought about all the amazing Texas Hill Country wineries around where I grew up, which seemed apropos since I’m traveling (see what I did there?) down there at the end of the week–but then I realized that I should wait and do a bit of exploring of all the new wineries that have popped up since the last time I visited.
Then I thought about cleverly describing how going to the wine store is like traveling around the world–but about the same moment that idea popped into my head, so did another:
I know, I know you’re probably thinking “no, no…go back to writing about the wine store/traveling the world idea!” But nope! Hang on to your hats, we’re traveling to Hawaii!
If you know me in real life or follow me on Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook (shameless plug!), you will know that last September I went to Hawaii with some amazing friends. While on the stunningly picturesque island of Kauai, we stumbled across the Koloa Rum Company. By stumble, I mean April quickly learned she was traveling with
lushes people who enjoyed sampling local adult beverages and she was trying to keep us appeased.
But of course, this writing challenge is about wine, not rum (although THAT would be awesome!). Having had a great time at Koloa, we (aka April, who was quicker with her google-searching fingers since she was giving away her rum samples) looked for other local places that made adult beverages.
While on the Big Island we visited the Kona Brewing Company, and so despite having not seen a grape growing anywhere in Hawaii’s lush and volcanic landscape, we were hopeful that we could find a winery.
Alas, no grape winery…but BINGO! we found Nani Moon Meadery! Now I will confess that I’ve never been a huge fan of mead, however, when in Rome…
Nani Moon is in the back of a shopping center in Kapa’a. We pull up, walk in, and, well, started tasting! It seemed pointless not to try the full line-up, so we did.
For those of you out there who are unaware, mead is wine (although it can also be beer) made from honey instead of grapes. It’s been around since…forever (and I’m pretty sure that’s an accurate timeframe!). Much more sustainable, when you’re smack dab in the middle of the Pacific ocean and you have access to local apiaries.
As Stephanie (the owner) took us through each wine, she paired it with an appropriate snack and talked about where she sourced the honey (they weren’t all the same!). I think my favorite was the Laka’s Nectar, which was the driest and most crisp of the wines. While a little too sweet for me, the Cacao Moon was a big hit–understandable, given its chocolate undertones and velvety chocolate finish. Stephanie definitely got bonus points for her Deviant Beehavior, which packs a kick as it is not only made from honey, but also chili!
We finished the tasting with some of the local honeys that she used, which was great–not only because they were delicious, but because you could really taste how much the nuances in the honey affected the taste of the wine.
If you’re interested in learning more, visiting, or throwing caution to the wind and just buying a bottle, contact Stephanie and tell her what you like. I’m quite confident she will find you something you’ll truly enjoy and give you suggestions on pairings to help you enjoy it more! She even has a cocktail section that encourages you to “bee inspired and mix it up!”
It was a great way to spend a couple of hours–and I think that if you find yourself smack dab in the middle of the Pacific on a tiny island named Kauai, you should go visit Stephanie and try her meads. I’m not going to say that meads are now my favorite type of wine, but I did walk away with a better appreciation for just how versatile a wine made from honey can be. And after all, isn’t that what it’s all about?
This month’s wine writing challenge is Second Chances. It was selected by last month’s MWWC winner, Jill from L’occasion. And I must confess that it was a bit hard to focus on second chances when all I can think of when I see second is:
But then I remind myself that the best breakfasts always include some sort of festive libation, which loops me back around to wine…and second chances. And when I think about wine and second chances, three things come to mind.
The first thing I think of in regards to second chances with wine is a reminder I like to impart to new wine drinkers: keep drinking and trying wine outside of one’s preferred palate and don’t forget to revisit these wines from time to time to see if and how one’s palate has changed…a second chance, if you will. 😉 As their palate evolves, so too evolves their choices in wine. Many will find that initially hated wines end up being a house staple. Over the years working at the wine shop, I saw a lot of this with my regular customers who initially came in with the silly notion that “I don’t like [insert wine here]” and within a few visits, were drinking aforementioned wine–or at the very least, something similar.
But I think it’s a valuable tip to seasoned wine drinkers as well. Isn’t that why we purchase extra bottles? To lay them down for months or years and try them again? At least in theory? At my house, rather than saving them, it usually ends up being “oh what the hell, let’s jussss open another riiiiiight now!” And one turns into two, which turns into we’ll just get more at the wine shop later…stop judging me, it’s been a long week!
Anyway, I do a lot better hoarding my TEXAS! wine because you can’t purchase it here in New York City (or State for that matter), so I’m actually still sitting on a few bottles that I brought up with me 8 years ago (Becker, Grape Creek, Sister Creek, McPherson, Chisholm Trail, Messina Hof, and Flat Creek…alright, more than a few). It is usually even more delicious the second time around (or third or fourth…depending on the number of bottles and your willpower!). Although it doesn’t always go to plan and I’ve had to tragically dump a bottle or two. However, that doesn’t mean that I go and dump them all–that would be a travesty indeed! For more tales about that, go here: Success.
Finally, don’t forget that the same can also be said of vintages! So many things can have an effect on how a particular wine tastes from year to year. Some years it is minute nuances, and some years it varies between “OMFG! This is the best they’ve ever made!” and “What the hell were they thinking?”
Take for example, Grape Creek‘s Cabernet Trois. Grape Creek has been making their Cabernet Trois for a looooong time now. It is a blend of the three Cabernet grapes: Sauvignon, Ruby, and (my favorite) Franc. It was THE first Texas wine I fell in love with. It was deep and flavorful with just the right amounts of fruitiness balanced with spice. At the time (mid-90s) it very much stood out from a lot of Texas reds, which tended to either be very sweet and heavy or thin and so dry the BFF likened it to leaving your mouth feeling like you’ve eaten sandpaper. But not the Trois. It was dry, yes, but with a lot of mouthfeel and delicate flavors. It was delicious, won a lot of awards, and was my go-to Texas red wine for years. But then slowly the taste of it changed. I’m not sure if it was due to the grapes or the wine maker or the need to shake things up a bit. Maybe all three! People still loved it, it still won awards, but I was no longer a huge fan, preferring other varietals in Grape Creek’s line-up, like their merlot (shocking, but true, in fact, I still have a bottle of the merlot hanging out in the wine rack downstairs!).Fast forward to a recent trip home where I was in my old wine shop tasting wines from all the new Texas wineries that have popped up in the last several years when my old favorite caught my eye. Should I? Should I not? How could I not? So I thought, “what the hell?!?” and gave it another chance. And guess what? It was back to having all those little nuances that I originally loved about the Cabernet Trois 20 years ago: the fruit, the spice, the mouthfeel. It was like welcoming an old friend home.
Most importantly, it was a vivid reminder that in a day and age where it is always full steam ahead and looking for the next great thing, sometimes it pays to take a step back and revisit some old friends. Thanks for the delicious reminder Grape Creek!
I know you’re thinking “what a silly question,” but an appropriate one for this post…because a)
wine why not? and b) Elizabeth of Traveling Wine Chick, the winner of the last Monthly Wine Writing Challenge, selected the theme for this month’s Challenge to be CHOICES.
Everyday we make thousands of choices–some are subconscious, some are instinctual, some are habitual, some regrettable, some are hard, some are easy, and a lot are somewhere in between. But I have a confession about these choices that I hope doesn’t get me lynched by my lovely wine blogging superstars: I don’t always choose wine, in fact, I rarely do. That is not to say that I don’t enjoy, love, cherish, and revel in wine–because I do all the above. I just…well…usually…pick beer. I’ll give you a moment to sob uncontrollably while going through all the stages of loss. I only ask that when you get to the anger stage and are threatening to smite me, you leave the Princess out of it…
Now before you gather the pitchforks and angry villagers, let me just say that it’s not that I like beer better than wine. It’s that beer is easy. And really, it’s the “easy” part that attracts me to the B-word. I know what I like and while I also like to try new beers, I have certain go-tos that are non-negotiable. If I go into any establishment (other than sporting events) and either Stella or Guinness are not on the menu, chances are I’m making a u-turn and heading out before you can even say “well, do you have…”
But this is not true with wine. I mean, I have my favorites–but a lot of them are Texas wines and you can’t find them anywhere but the great state of Texas and my wine rack (and perhaps other wine racks–but most people are generally opposed to you walking into their house and pilfering their wine selection, especially if they don’t know you!). So then it becomes a gamble of “is it worth $10-15/glass” for something I’ve never heard of? Sometimes it is. When out at a nice meal, especially when that meal is Italian or steak, wine is non-negotiable.
At home, the choice is probably about 50-50. That is to say about 50% of the year (aka spring and summer), my choice is beer and 50% of the year (aka autumn and winter), my choice is red wine. Part of the issue is that–as I’ve mentioned before–I’m not a big white wine drinker and when it’s 96F with 87% humidity, red wine is just too heavy. I can’t lie, I’ve never spent 2 hours doing yard work and thought “mmmmm, I just want a nice glass of chardonnay.” [note: I almost NEVER pick chardonnay, so if you hear those words come out of my mouth, you should just assume my body has been taken over by aliens and consider locking me up!]
At home beer is also easier choice because at any given moment I usually have two maybe three kinds in the fridge: Shiner, Guinness, and whatever struck my fancy one day, usually like a cider…mmm…Stella Cidre…
Ahem, anyway, the point being that my choice with beer is pretty easy. With wine, it’s not so clear cut. I currently have 19 bottles of 8 different varietals, so then I get stuck in the details: do I want something I can drink by itself? Or something I can drink with a snack plate or something big and bold and in your face? Do I want to wait while I chill a viognier? Am I overthinking? Perhaps, but it’s wine! And these things can’t be taken lightly, unlike beer (because apparently, I’m trying to get the die-hard beer nerds to lynch me as well!) 😉
This month’s wine writing challenge is Epiphany, as selected by last month’s winner John, The Wine Raconteur. The first thing that came to mind was The Burgundy. But I feel quite certain you are sick of hearing about it….so, I thought I’d be bold and try something else.
The second best thing about working in a wine tasting room is
proving people wrong helping people try new things they were sure they hated.
BTW, I’d like to insert that if you didn’t know the best thing about working in a wine tasting room is drinking wine, then get out of my life–I don’t need that kind of negativity.
But back to
proving people wrong helping people try new things they were sure they hated. It’s something I’ve always enjoyed doing. When it comes to wine, this is a rather fun challenge. I don’t do it to be cantankerous. I do it to prove to everyone I meet that there is a whole big world of wine out there–why limit yourself to just pinot noir or white zin or only true French champagnes [please hear that with all the snobbery it was intended] or only reds or whites or sweet or dry?
We all have a preference but to me there was nothing more satisfying than seeing a look of epiphany on someone’s face who bravely let me lead them out of their comfort zone and realized that they liked it out there.
What led me on this path to wine-enlightenment was that I started working at a wine shop that only sold Texas wine–this was back in the early 90s when nobody was talking about Texas as a wine producer. During my time there, I had many epiphanies there–but none more so than my first day.
On Day #1, I was told that being able to speak about the wines we offered and make recommendations was the most important part of my job, so my first task was to taste every single bottle on the bar that we had available for sampling. Whaaaaat?? There are 1, 2, 3…33 of them! Since that moment in time, I have found this to be THE BEST advice I’ve ever gotten in the world of wine (and it easily applies to most things in life): don’t judge, just try everything.
I’m not going to lie, I was not excited about trying the whites and rosés–I was a red wine drinker. And by red wine, I mean cabernet sauvignon and tempernillo. But I hated, hated, hated white and rosés–because my initial introduction to these wines were uber-sweet (of the added sugar variety) or mass produced (aka tasteless) pinot grigio or (shudder) white zinfandel or over-oaked California chardonnay .
Before you hit comment to defend your beloved [insert wine I just insulted here], KEEP READING!
Over the course of several days, I tried every single bottle that was available for sampling. And I’m not going to lie, I did not like 50% of it, but I did find some unexpected hidden gems, such as dry riesling, gewürztraminer, viognier, and French colombard. Suddenly my wine palate opened considerably! With these varietals and styles, I found fruity, but not sweet, flavorful white wines. Then I discovered dry rosés and French oak and realized that oak could lend itself to creaminess–not just tasting like I was chewing on a bark. So I revisited my arch-white wine nemesis: chardonnay. This time, I started with the French stuff, which had more fruit and just enough oak to get me used to the flavor. Eventually, I even found (gasp!) a few California chardonnays that I like. Of course, my hate also spilled over (pun intended!) into some of the red wines as well (**cough**merlot, pinot noir**cough**), but I now always try them because I have found some of each that I adore (think Russian River Valley and, hahaha, surely you had to know I was going to find a way to mention The Burgundy).
So it was in this spirit, that I would try to help customers who came into the wine shop with their broad-stroke declarations, like “I don’t drink Texas wine.” Of course not, because until two seconds ago you weren’t even aware that Texas wine existed….so you tell me what you like to drink and then hold on to your glass because I’m about to show you what’s been missing in your life!
This month’s wine writing challenge, Success, was selected by my BFF (that would be blogger friend forever), Loie of CheapWineCurious, as a result of winning last month’s challenge. I would like to interject that the BFF title was self-appointed by me. I’m sure Loie is currently reaching for her phone to send my information to all law enforcement west of the Mississippi…
Success is a drinkable bottle of wine.
I am a wine drinker. And by that, I mean, I am not a wine collector. Sure, I have a few very special bottles that I have saved over the years–but most of them are deemed special because the winemaker has signed the bottle for me.
But I do not buy wine to lay it down for years and years, delicately babying it until the moment it is perfect to open and decant and blah, blah, blah. Not that I think collecting wine is a bad thing, I just have no self control. It’s like an open bag of M&Ms: it’s just not going to last, despite my best efforts.
Lack of self-control aside, the other reason I don’t save wine is because I don’t have a great place to store it. I currently live in an old drafty house that’s a bit too chilly in the winter and way too warm in the summer. I don’t mind, but it certainly isn’t conducive to keeping bottles for years. And I think we can all agree there’s nothing more tragic than pouring a bottle of wine down the drain because it was bad.
When I choose to open the aforementioned bottles, I mentally prepare myself that it will probably be bad–that way IF it is, I’m not too devastated. Don’t get me wrong, I am still very sad but I’m not openly sobbing and throwing myself to the floor bemoaning my tragic loss. If it’s still good, it’s like a celebration and I feel like I should open another bottle!
There are three notable exceptions. Granted, I did not buy any of these wines with the intentions of holding them for so long, rather I just knew I wanted to save them for a fabulous occasion.
Remember these posts about my very special Burgundy that I have been holding on to for years?
What better occasion than drinking it with the one person on the planet would I knew would enjoy it as much as I would and in honor of a BIG birthday ( I hope you appreciate how I tied in this month’s writing challenge with my current topic of my Fabulous Not Forty birthday trips!).
I’m not going to lie, I was very nervous–first in getting the bottle safely to Florida and then in hoping that it would not be corked. I couldn’t even bring myself to try the whole “think of it being bad, so I wouldn’t be devastated” ploy. In fact, I was in full panic mode while opening it. I knew that if it was corked Christi & TK were going to have to pick up a blubbering idiot off the kitchen floor. Actually, they’d probably just leave me there for the night (hopefully throwing a blanket over me before they went to bed). I nearly cried tears of joy when I realized the bottle was in fact, not corked. SUCCESS! I may have teared up a little bit. I certainly needed a moment while drinking it.
The other two were both wines I loved drinking but as the vintage came to an end, I became a bit of a hoarder. I moved up to New York with three bottles of each left.
So far on the Becker Vineyards 2004 Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon, I am 1 for 2. The first bottle I opened last year–and honestly 8 years ago, I would have laughed in your face if you would have told me I’d be keeping this wine around for so long. It was amazing. Delicious and spicy: a big, bold-in-your-face cabernet sauvignon. It was everything I remembered, but the spicy notes were more pronounced and the wine was overall very smooth. I was so excited that it was drinking so well that I opened another bottle a few nights later, and alas–down the drain it went along with big, fat teardrops. I have one more left and remain hopeful…
Happily, I am 2 for 2 on the Chisholm Train Winery 2001 Barrel Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon. Also a big and bold cabernet sauvignon, however, with a lot less spice and much drier than the Becker. Both bottles were really smooth and opened up very nicely (thanks Paula!). I will say that this wine has mellowed considerably. Rather than being biiiiig with a very dry, clean finish, it is big and dry, but now with a lingering currant and blackberry finish. I’m probably jinxing myself, but I’m actually excited about my last bottle.
I am envious of those who collect wine, but personally it’s too stressful for me. I want every time I open a bottle of wine to be a success. And while I know that any bottle can be bad–for a plethora of reasons–in my brain, the longer it stays in my wine rack, the greater the chance that will happen. Thus far my track record has been pretty good, so some might think my reasoning flawed. However, I prefer not to take that chance. You know, just like letting M&Ms go stale…
We interrupt our regularly scheduled posts about my Fabulous Not Forty Birthday trips to wish Texans everywhere a Happy Independence Day! On this day in 1836, Texas declared its independence from Mexico. The Texas Declaration was written in less than a day during (although not at) the battle of The Alamo, drew a lot of influence from the U.S. Declaration of Independence, and was signed by 59 Texans.
It has some powerful, yet eloquent verbiage, so I thought that in honor of my beloved Texas on its birthday, I’d share it with you. On a side note: something tells me that General Santa Anna might have liked being called an evil, oppressive ruler. But maybe not, who knows? I certainly didn’t know the guy! Also, I’m not sure why (perhaps a typo or a different author?) wording suddenly switches from “it has” to “it hath” at the end…but it does-eth.
Finally, here’s the website where I got the information (along with a general reminder that if I pull pictures from the interwebs, in theory you can click on them to be taken to the website where they were found–in reality, I’m exceptionally technologically challenged so if you notice it not working, please let me know!).
Happy Birthday Texas!
Declaration of Independence
made by the
Delegates of the People of Texas
in General Convention
at the town of Washington
on the 2nd day of March 1836.
When a government has ceased to protect the lives, liberty and property of the people, from whom its legitimate powers are derived, and for the advancement of whose happiness it was instituted, and so far from being a guarantee for the enjoyment of those inestimable and inalienable rights, becomes an instrument in the hands of evil rulers for their oppression.
When the Federal Republican Constitution of their country, which they have sworn to support, no longer has a substantial existence, and the whole nature of their government has been forcibly changed, without their consent, from a restricted federative republic, composed of sovereign states, to a consolidated central military despotism, in which every interest is disregarded but that of the army and the priesthood, both the eternal enemies of civil liberty, the everready minions of power, and the usual instruments of tyrants.
When, long after the spirit of the constitution has departed, moderation is at length so far lost by those in power, that even the semblance of freedom is removed, and the forms themselves of the constitution discontinued, and so far from their petitions and remonstrances being regarded, the agents who bear them are thrown into dungeons, and mercenary armies sent forth to force a new government upon them at the point of the bayonet.
When, in consequence of such acts of malfeasance and abdication on the part of the government, anarchy prevails, and civil society is dissolved into its original elements. In such a crisis, the first law of nature, the right of self-preservation, the inherent and inalienable rights of the people to appeal to first principles, and take their political affairs into their own hands in extreme cases, enjoins it as a right towards themselves, and a sacred obligation to their posterity, to abolish such government, and create another in its stead, calculated to rescue them from impending dangers, and to secure their future welfare and happiness.
Nations, as well as individuals, are amenable for their acts to the public opinion of mankind. A statement of a part of our grievances is therefore submitted to an impartial world, in justification of the hazardous but unavoidable step now taken, of severing our political connection with the Mexican people, and assuming an independent attitude among the nations of the earth.
The Mexican government, by its colonization laws, invited and induced the Anglo-American population of Texas to colonize its wilderness under the pledged faith of a written constitution, that they should continue to enjoy that constitutional liberty and republican government to which they had been habituated in the land of their birth, the United States of America.
In this expectation they have been cruelly disappointed, inasmuch as the Mexican nation has acquiesced in the late changes made in the government by General Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna, who having overturned the constitution of his country, now offers us the cruel alternative, either to abandon our homes, acquired by so many privations, or submit to the most intolerable of all tyranny, the combined despotism of the sword and the priesthood.
It has sacrificed our welfare to the state of Coahuila, by which our interests have been continually depressed through a jealous and partial course of legislation, carried on at a far distant seat of government, by a hostile majority, in an unknown tongue, and this too, notwithstanding we have petitioned in the humblest terms for the establishment of a separate state government, and have, in accordance with the provisions of the national constitution, presented to the general Congress a republican constitution, which was, without just cause, contemptuously rejected.
It incarcerated in a dungeon, for a long time, one of our citizens, for no other cause but a zealous endeavor to procure the acceptance of our constitution, and the establishment of a state government.
It has failed and refused to secure, on a firm basis, the right of trial by jury, that palladium of civil liberty, and only safe guarantee for the life, liberty, and property of the citizen.
It has failed to establish any public system of education, although possessed of almost boundless resources, (the public domain,) and although it is an axiom in political science, that unless a people are educated and enlightened, it is idle to expect the continuance of civil liberty, or the capacity for self government.
It has suffered the military commandants, stationed among us, to exercise arbitrary acts of oppression and tyrrany, thus trampling upon the most sacred rights of the citizens, and rendering the military superior to the civil power.
It has dissolved, by force of arms, the state Congress of Coahuila and Texas, and obliged our representatives to fly for their lives from the seat of government, thus depriving us of the fundamental political right of representation.
It has demanded the surrender of a number of our citizens, and ordered military detachments to seize and carry them into the Interior for trial, in contempt of the civil authorities, and in defiance of the laws and the constitution.
It has made piratical attacks upon our commerce, by commissioning foreign desperadoes, and authorizing them to seize our vessels, and convey the property of our citizens to far distant ports for confiscation.
It denies us the right of worshipping the Almighty according to the dictates of our own conscience, by the support of a national religion, calculated to promote the temporal interest of its human functionaries, rather than the glory of the true and living God.
It has demanded us to deliver up our arms, which are essential to our defence, the rightful property of freemen, and formidable only to tyrannical governments.
It has invaded our country both by sea and by land, with intent to lay waste our territory, and drive us from our homes; and has now a large mercenary army advancing, to carry on against us a war of extermination.
It has, through its emissaries, incited the merciless savage, with the tomahawk and scalping knife, to massacre the inhabitants of our defenseless frontiers.
It hath been, during the whole time of our connection with it, the contemptible sport and victim of successive military revolutions, and hath continually exhibited every characteristic of a weak, corrupt, and tyrranical government.
These, and other grievances, were patiently borne by the people of Texas, untill they reached that point at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue. We then took up arms in defence of the national constitution. We appealed to our Mexican brethren for assistance. Our appeal has been made in vain. Though months have elapsed, no sympathetic response has yet been heard from the Interior. We are, therefore, forced to the melancholy conclusion, that the Mexican people have acquiesced in the destruction of their liberty, and the substitution therfor of a military government; that they are unfit to be free, and incapable of self government.
The necessity of self-preservation, therefore, now decrees our eternal political separation.
We, therefore, the delegates with plenary powers of the people of Texas, in solemn convention assembled, appealing to a candid world for the necessities of our condition, do hereby resolve and declare, that our political connection with the Mexican nation has forever ended, and that the people of Texas do now constitute a free, Sovereign, and independent republic, and are fully invested with all the rights and attributes which properly belong to independent nations; and, conscious of the rectitude of our intentions, we fearlessly and confidently commit the issue to the decision of the Supreme arbiter of the destinies of nations.
Richard Ellis, President
of the Convention and Delegate
from Red River.
- Charles B. Stewart
- Tho. Barnett
- John S.D. Byrom
- Francis Ruis
- J. Antonio Navarro
- Jesse B. Badgett
- Wm. D. Lacy
- William Menifee
- Jn. Fisher
- Matthew Caldwell
- William Motley
- Lorenzo de Zavala
- Stephen H. Everett
- George W. Smyth
- Elijah Stapp
- Claiborne West
- Wm. B. Scates
- A.B. Hardin
- J.W. Burton
- Thos. J. Gazley
- R.M. Coleman
- Sterling C. Robertson
- Benj. Briggs Goodrich
- G.W. Barnett
- James G. Swisher
- Jesse Grimes
- Sam P. Carson
- A. Briscoe
- J.B. Woods
- James Collinsworth
- Edwin Waller
- Asa Brigham
- Geo. C. Childress
- Rob. Potter
- Thomas Jefferson Rusk
- Chas. S. Taylor
- John S. Roberts
- Robert Hamilton
- Collin McKinney
- Albert H. Latimer
- James Power
- Sam Houston
- David Thomas
- Edwd. Conrad
- Martin Parmer
- Edwin O. Legrand
- Stephen W. Blount
- Jms. Gaines
- Wm. Clark, Jr.
- Sydney O. Pennington
- Wm. Carrol Crawford
- Jno. Turner
- S. Rhoads Fisher
- John W. Moore
- John W. Bower
- Saml. A. Maverick (from Bejar)
- H.S. Kimble, Secretary
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