All of them were born in the log house, excepting Sally. They attended public school Lockhart, riding to and from school horseback. Later Martha attended school in Seguin and Sally attended a private school in San Marcos known as "Mary & Martha." It was an exclusive school that restricted the attendance to twelve pupils. The boys did not care so much for schooling. They loved the freedom of the early pioneer life and were interested in the cattle and the horses. George, the fourth son, began handling horses when he was nine years old. At this time he was too small to get on a horse unaided. "Now George, don't get off your horse, until I tell you," admonished his father. But every time George saw a rabbit he got off and threw rocks at it, and would have to be helped back on his horse. George was eager to go "Up the Trail" with the cattle. When he was twelve years old he ran off with a trail herd and got as far as Forth Worth, when his brother-in-law, Mark Withers sent him home. He started again when he was sixteen, but Mr. Withers would not employ him until he secured his father's consent. After that he made the trip many times. In the early 70's the Brocks bought a three-room house from a Mr. Norther, which was probably the best built house in the country at the that time. The large living room, heated by a huge inside fireplace opened out on a big front porch. Every room and the ceiling of the porch was plastered. Mr. Brock added to the house until it was a rambling, spacious house including seven rooms, three halls and two rooms upstairs with dormer windows. The windows all had wooden shutters. The four French doors, with their transoms above, opened out on the porch from the two front rooms. The lumber for the house was hauled by ox wagons from Port Lavaca. A walk, six feet wide, extended from the porch to the gate where one could get off or on his horse, on into the buggy without stepping on the ground. And this was an important convenience during the rainy season. As Mr. Brock prospered he took pride in adding conveniences and equipment available at  that time that would add to the comfort and pleasure of the family. Mrs. Brock had one of the first sewing machines in the country. But, one of the greatest conveniences was the bath tub. It was an old fashion zinc bath tub, with a shower made b elevating two tin buckets over the tub. The furniture, for the most part, was lovely old walnut furniture that had been brought from Missouri in mule-drawn wagons. The bedsteads were roped to hold up the mattresses instead of using slats. The youngest daughter, Sally, now Mrs. Jessie P. Cardwell, still has two of the tables and a part of a big walnut wardrobe. The house was on a Boggy Branch. It was called Boggy Branch because some Indians coming from Goliad after robbing a store, their horses all decorated with ribbons, were being pursued by settlers who had chased them from Plum Creek. The Indians entered the stream but bogged down and were overtaken by their pursuers and many of them were killed. One of the rooms of the house was called the "Wheat Room." The wheat had been kept in an upper room in the gin. A former slave of the Montgomery family bored a hole in the floor, through which he could take out the wheat, a little at at a time, and sell it. After he was caught the wheat was stored in a room in the house. The Brocks bought their first buggy after they moved to the "Big House." "It had a small seat in front for the children," recalls Mrs. Cardwell. Mrs. Brock devoted her entire time to her home. In addition to rearing her own family, she practically reared for children of her half sister, Mrs. Mark Withers. Later her mother and a girl whom she raised came to live with her. As there were no near-by banks, Mr. Brock kept his money in an iron safe. One night a man wanted to spend the night but they did not keep him. During the night, the gin was burned. Mr. Brock and all the men rushed to the fire. Through the wooden shutters Mrs. Brock saw the stranger, who had asked to spend the night, stop at the gate. He, and some other men who were with him, evidently could not decide whether to enter the house. Mrs. Brock quietly took her children in the back part of the house, yet where she could still keep an eye on them. Just about the time they decided to come into the house, they heard someone whistling in the opposite direction of the burning gin. Thinking it was a signal whistle the men turned their horses and got away in quick order. The whistling happened to be one of the Brock boys who was returning from a dance and did not know about the fire. The supposition was that a confederate had set fire to the gin thinking that everyone would leave the house to go to the fire. While Mrs. Brock was happily caring for he household, Mr. Brock devoted more and more of his time to the cattle industry, and to the raising and selling of mules and race horses. The race horses were his pride and joy. He rained them, entered them in some of the biggest races of the country, and sold them in New Orleans, St. Louis and New York. He sometimes kept for and five boys to care for them. His barns and stables were among the best to be had and were all well known throughout the country. Eventually he lost heavily on his horses, but retrieved much of his loss by building and renting business houses in Lockhart, through farming and the cattle industry. But he always kept a fine saddle horse for himself. The Brocks were noted for their hospitality, and Sunday was one of the busiest day for Mrs. Brock. After getting the children off to Sunday School she superintended the preparation of the "Sunday dinner" dong much of the cooking herself. Her children and many guests still believe that her chicken and dumplings, and fruit cake, had no equal in all the country. The children attended the dances, and gave dances. They danced the old square dances, the Schottische, and waltzes to the "fiddle music" of Henry Head, known as one of the best "fiddlers" of that time. Mr. Brock was a great swimmer. He had a dam built across a near-by branch in order to provide a swimming pool. He was also a great hunter. Mrs. Brock had time to be a good neighbor. She was considered he best seamstress in the country and made many wedding dresses for relatives and friends. She embroidered her children's clothes and added many dainty hand touches, which was a manifestation of her exquisite taste. As each child married he was given from 100 to 120 acres of land as a wedding gift. They always lived at home for a few weeks, at least, before moving into a home of their own. As Mrs. Brock grew older she devoted much of her time to piecing quilts and reading. She had graduated from a school in St. Louis before leaving Missouri. During the years she was rearing her children she had little time to read. Apparently she welcomed the opportunity. Mrs. Brock died in January, 1903. Mr. Brock lived with his youngest daughter, Mrs. Jessie P. Cardwell, for a while, but he was not happy away from his home. He secured a couple to keep house, but it was not home to him any longer. He died three years later.