Before the actual Battle of the Alamo (2/23-3/6/1836), the Texians had driven out all Mexican troops from Mexican Texas. Those were getting to be confusing days of who owned what, or maybe I should say it was confusing days of who thought who owned what. It was Mexico, but it was becoming Texas. By skirmishes and battles.
The Mexican president, General Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna launched a once and for all battle to get things settled. He won the Alamo, but then ultimately lost at the Battle of San Jacinto on April 21, 1836. And there you have a cut and dried synopsis of a testy time in Tex-Mex history. And now, every April, San Antonio has one big party called Fiesta Week that commemorates more the Battle of San Jacinto, of course, and everyone just has a good time together. Together!
Possible aha moment:
The Sunday Traveler, being a born and raised San Antonian, grew up with the history, but in going to Wikipedia to get dates correct, found a fact not remembered, that one of the women who took refuge in the Alamo during that battle, Susanna Dickinson, was there with her infant daughter, Angelina. No one in my family had any knowledge of why my grandmother named one of her daughters, Angeline(a), and who I was in turn named after. I now have to wonder if my grandmother had the history of the Alamo women in mind. My grandmother, Mercedes, was a strong woman who I truly believe would be out there in marches today if she were here now.
The Sunday Traveler was on a quick trip in to downtown San Antonio when getting these couple of outdoor photos, with good intentions to go back to get some inside photos, but that never happened. Next trip, which should be in the not too distant future.
The following photo is of a garden on one side of an Alamo wall.
See y’all next week.