Above: Who knows what happened to the Candy King’s secret recipe for pecan pralines that filled this box a century ago?
Although no comments indicate followers suffer from withdrawal as my blog has remained silent the past two months, surely you have missed posts a little?
During the past 12 months, Alamobsessive posts continue to attract interest, as do ghosts and updates from our wanderings. Particularly pleased that readers seem to enjoy some of the side stories – “Candy King” and “Rabbit Holes” – gleaned from the pages of An Ostrich-Plumed Hat, and Yes, She Shot Him Dead.
The following list represents the biannual results of what “postcards” you have gravitated to most frequently during the past year, with the numbers in parentheses indicating rankings from six months ago when applicable.
- A place to seek miracles, 2020 (4)
- Please leave my friend Phil out of the ongoing Battle over the Alamo, 2021 (2)
- A sweet San Antonio mystery: Where did the Candy King’s recipe go? 2022
- Brackenridge Park: A ghost gives chase to his daughter’s murderers, 2021 (8)
- The Madarasz murder mystery: Might Helen haunt Brackenridge Park, 2012 (6)
- Dia de los Muertos commemorations rooted in city’s past, 2020
- Postcard from Guanajuato, Mexico: While we spent a year home cooking, chefs did not lose their touch, 2021 (12)
- Diving down rabbit holes: Fledgling 19-teens’ silent film industry proved distracting, 2022
- Postcard from Bordeaux, France: Last images before pulling out, 2021
- Postcard from Bordeaux, France: Museum-Hopping, 2021
- Postcard from Castello di Rivoli, Turin, Italy: History with a horse hanging overhead, 2019
- If ghosts RSVP-ed, would they skip the party? 2022
Our trip to Spain in May rudely was interrupted by an acute vision loss that forced us to fly home and left me turning a blind eye, literally, to everything. My left eye is learning to pick up the slack but must first conquer the bullying interference of the right eye that continues to project a phantom imaginary kaleidoscopic image to my brain. The main requirement during this process for now is patience. Don’t fret. I’ll be annoying you with constant posts once again before long.
Temporarily grounded in Austin, the time seemed right to renew our passports before they expired. But, what a horrible feeling, having to entrust the post office with delivery of our passports to the swamped offices of Homeland Security. Rather frightening for a pair who yearns to be back hopping on a plane and off boulevardiering somewhere.
Is there no word for fear of having no passport in hand? This flaneur certainly is experiencing it. Please send our new ones to us safely and quickly. Wanderlust is hard to keep at bay.
In the meantime, the Author highly recommends (surely an unbiased endorsement) you plunge into the past and read An Ostrich-Plumed Hat, and Yes, She Shot Him Dead. How did Otto Koehler, one of the richest men in San Antonio, wind up dead on the floor of Hedda Burgemeister’s southside bungalow in 1914? Self-defense or murder? You need to serve as a judge weighing her innocence or guilt.
And the jury is still out on the feelings of some of the Texian spirits who might haunt the Alamo. The contentious debate continues to rage. Would they rather jolt awake at dawn to thundering gunfire every year on March 6 as reenactors remind them in painful detail of their demise, or would they prefer to go back to sleep after exuberantly celebrating the later victory at San Jacinto?