A SQUARE HAS THREE SIDES
written and contributed by David Merrill
From David's memories of Henrietta, Texas  ca 1935


       The big, blue sky presses the small, sleepy town close to the
mesquite-covered, sagebrush-scented prairie of the North Central Plains of
Texas.  My home town, Henrietta, content with its inborn indifference and
isolated location protecting it from the marauding do-gooders, is proud of
its civic possessions -- a well kept cemetery and the city Square.

       As you plod along in the dry, breathless, oppressive heat, the
distant, lonesome wail of a hobo-infested freight blends with the
dung-scented air from Cowleys Correll, and you look ahead to the tree-covered
Square.  It's faced with stores sitting unbusied and protected by their
covered sidewalks, the center of town, hub of listless activity, repository
of trophies of endurance and site of a grand pile of bricks and native stones
arranged to form a county court house, topped with a rusting dome.

       The South side of the Square is for the dead, voiceless past.  A
marker carries an inscription that the town was on a famous cattle drive and
was laid out in 1850 by a half-breed who also laid an Indian maiden and the
town was almost destroyed by avenging Comanche's.  The town is too small for
a statue of a general, so in a shaded corner there's a marble slab recounting
a buck private.  The home town boy marched off to war an since 1864 has
rested in honored glory at Shiloh. Nearby a flag pole rises amid the
stillness of thirsty pecan trees and as a drowsy breeze thumps the drying
leaves, it gently holds high the Stars and Bars of a proud people as it
waves over a tribute to a fallen son.

       The North side is reserved for the more immediate past.  A dilapidated
field piece from another war sits next to a flag staff from whose top the
Stars and Stripes give a silent salute over a marker with the names of two
other boys both of whom have slept in Flanders since 1918.

       The West side is occupied by the present, and the sharp acrid odor of
abusive disinfectant drifts from the jail a block away to mix with the
aromatic, almost poignant odor of green pecans.  The sharp, metallic clan of
hammer on anvil from the blacksmith shop across from the jail disrupts the
overwhelming silence while blue jays splash in the bird bath; the only symbol
of co-existence in town, a gift from the American Legion and the Sons of the
Confederacy.

       The East side remains for the uncertain future.  Some event of note
will demand attention and a field piece, another flagstaff, or memorial will
rise to the occasion. There'll be a brief hustle for the enshrinement,
animated activity for a gala evening, then a return to stillness.

       At the High School Mrs. Royer teaches in her geometry class that a
square must have four sides, but the city ignores this demand.  It is content
with its own Square, even though it only has three sides.

 

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