The Burial Mounds: Paying our Respects

I drove back out to East Texas on Friday, stopping to get gas at an Exxon station in Shepherd. There was a female dog at the truck stop that had been there since the day before. The truckstop owner was looking for a home for the dog. I told him I would post. I dropped some food.

When I got to East Texas, the kids were cleaning up the living room. They had just received their report cards and there was cause for some celebration: the oldest had gotten straight A’s. They were off for the week of Thanksgiving.

I needed to go up to Fort Worth to look at my property that I was making payments on: $55/month. I asked the grandma if the kids wanted to go camping for a couple of days. She agreed, so the kids packed up their backpacks and pup tents (1 each) and we set out to Fort Worth – stopping to visit the Caddo indian burial mounds on the way.

The Caddo site dates back to 850 AD. The culture has survived over a thousand years. Its many descendents live locally up as far as Arkansas, and mostly down the Sabine and Neches river valleys. They have carefully preserved the culture.

The kids and I identified the area where the creek was that had made the whole site possible for the indians. We found the pit where they hauled the dirt,

and talked about how hard that work must have been. Unlike many indian cultures, the Caddo culture was hierarchically structured, a structure that was reflected in the living space around the mounds.

There were several mounds,




and a museum with artifacts and pictures of an old Caddo home.

I asked the kids how they would like living in one of those homes. They thought it would be fun.

We saw ant piles on the way up the mounds, and I explained to the kids about how some indian cultures believed that their people came out of a log as ants. We found a tree with a hole in it, that was rather large.

The boys wanted to know what was in the hole. It seemed handmade, like it was for a log, but with a flat bottom so the log wouldn’t rotate.

So, they climbed the tree.

At the end of the walk, we spent a little time trying to take pictures of butterflies.

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