Grandpa (Alexander Hodge) was a judge in Arkansas so when we got to Texas he was the official in our district. He was everything judge, sheriff (sic). People would leave messages with him and folks would come by to pick them up.... The Mexican name for him was alcalde. Many settlers stopped at his plantation and our family gatherings were always held their.
Mr. Stafford built his gin and that made it easier to sell our cotton and we had some money. Before that, settlers just mostly traded goods. Once in a while Papa would go all the way to Anahuac where there were things to buy.
Everybody worked awful hard and was good and honest. For a long time we did not even have a jail. Didn't think much about it then but I do now when there is one at nearly every crossroads.
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