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Jeana November 8th, 1965

October 30th, 2016 Comments off

Wilmer and I have just returned from Alpine. He had occasion to try a case in Marfa, Texas. The courthouse there throws one back into time. A huge, Victorian, spiraling staircase erect but swirling up – up and up. The courtroom commodious, last century with tall windows up in the trees: This was the fine business reason for my traveling westward. My reason was a new grand-daughter. Her brother Philo, a wonderful Italian angel image, jestful, unrestful and [as] square as a wedge. His new sister delicate as a fine teacup and as ladylike. Mother Barbara, a red-headed sweet, as untouched by pregnancy as though babies were air blown rather than animal birthed.

But poor Grainger -big beautiful, falcon riding on his wrist – His eyes steel blue and hurt. Asthma riding him like a cat on his back. And after none for four years. He caught a virus riding 400 miles and back from Padre Island to trap birds: He’s writing his master’s thesis for graduation.

Barbara’s dear, life-long friend Linda Paterson came all the way from California for the birth and has remained to take full charge of Philo and help cook. What beautiful kindness she has bestowed.

I tried to paint – no room – Wilmer and I went up the Fort Davis Canyon and I attempted to sketch the gold cotton woods marching up the dry, white peppered creek bed and rimming the rocky foothills. But nothing would work.

Sunday. Christened the sweet, girl in a tiny windowed room at the Catholic church. Grainger in a blue suit – was beautiful and I loved hm. Wilmer held the baby and looked beatific! All the young girls Barbara and Linda and Mary Kendall and some other your thing were darling.

Afterwards we had champagne at the Gate to Heaven and Tede Brown DeBarbarie came over, and she is an inspiring person. I must have time for her when I go back.

The pries was Italian, and he read the service in broken English – and Philo looked like those wonderful Florentine children I saw when I was 19 in Italy [1929] – 2one34rul, robust urchins!

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Jeana’s Architect bill for Alpine House 1949

October 30th, 2016 Comments off
Jeana's Architect bill for Alpine House 1949

Jeana’s Architect bill for Alpine House 1949

1949 was the year Jeana was the president of the Houston Art League,  was planning the Alpine house, had a one-year-old (Sperry), and, with her sister-in-law Lennie, drove her nine-year-old son Grainger to Moye Military School in Castroville. (Moye Military Academy)


Eugenia Howard Hunt’s memory of Alpine, Texas – January, 1945

October 23rd, 2016 2 comments

All y’all.

I have a cache of Jeana’s journals. This account is from a steno book she wrote in San Francisco and Marin California in the early 1960’s. Sperry

Snowfall Alpine, TX 1946



It was in the middle of a dry, freezing winter we first came to Alpine. It was in Jan. of 1945. Robin and Grainger had been ill in Houston. Lalu was healthy excess baggage and Annie, our beloved housekeeper, came with us. Mother came along because we had been relegated to a wild, high, uncivilized spot. The fact that it was on route route of the South[ern] Pacific Railroad, highway 90 to California and had a state teacher’s college, had no bearing on the matter. Mother had never heard of Alpine. Mother [Nancy Flewellen Howard] had never seen Alpine. Those facts took it out of the civilized world. So along she came. Gasoline rationing for war times made five hundred and fifty miles too many for our gar ration books. We traveled by train. My father [Dr. Alfred Philo Howard] was chief surgeon of the Missouri Pacific. That lent further primitive attributes to this foreign spot. As the six of us alighted in the onslaught of a dust-laden Alpinian winter night. I though mother was going to turn “The Sunset Limited” around on the tracks and return us all to Houston. The wind lashed at us with an icy ferocity – and skin, mouth and eyes dried out on that moment.

Southern Paciic of the 1940s

Not a living creature was in sight. Our heavy grips, a round dozen of them, were sitting between the tracks. I can’t remember a lighted spot. I’m sure there was. Here came a car, a lovely Spanish-speaking couple alighted, and helped us to the hotel, just out of gracious kindness. But their Spanish accent terrified Mother who thinks anyone who doesn’t speak southern Texas is a suspect who is intent on immediate murder. Any foreign language spoken in her presence is a silly pretense. She feels they are shutting her out from something she definitely know. She feels the same way about scientific discussions. She will not put up with it. She makes fun of anyone who is interested in something she is not. She feels she is absolutely normal and that on one else should be otherwise.

She is adorable once you understand these facts.

[To read more of Jeana’s excellent letter click on the Read More link below:]
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Jeana, Bobbe and Chris in 1974

October 16th, 2016 1 comment
Bobbe Springer holding her grandson Chris in 1974

Bobbe Springer holding her grandson Chris in 1974

In a journal entry dated June 21, 1974, Jeana wrote:

Sperry is living in Mill Valley [CA]. He and Spring have a baby Christopher Austin Sperry Hunt. He is walking and talking his own language with a happy cheery disposition. He laughs at his own jokes, which have many inflections understandable to himself alone.


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Jeana writes about Thanksgiving at The Farm

October 15th, 2016 Comments off
Judge Hunt, David Howard and Sperry watching the Texas/Texas A&M game.

Judge Hunt, David Howard and Sperry watching the Texas/Texas A&M game.

An account from Eugenia Howard Hunt about …

Thanksgiving – Nov. 22 ’62

There were too many covers and a bird was singing full notes. I knew it was warmer before I opened my eyes.

Wilmer was yet asleep as I put my coat on, after turning the fire on under the kettle for coffee, and went on. It was brisk, and no paper- I saw it half-way down the street. I slipped my coat sleeves on and went after it – wondering what a sight I was – but no one was out. The dog [Sam, a Boston] dashed through the crackling leaves for her early morning exercise through the tall trees.

Sperry cooked our breakfast. I made up the beds, bathed, gathered the wooden salad bowls and dressing, my specialty. Wilmer got the icebox. We all swished back and forth, gathering our things for the day. Putting out the dogs and etc.

Wilmer bought an arm rest for the car which is in reality a shaped box to hold the comforts, which usually float about the car.

Off with our wonderful salad bowls ?? for lettuces then the highway, bright and golden all the way to the farm. A day, like a rose with every petal full out. The lawn around the old house was lush and deep. Everybody looked so happy. Mary Howard, Mary Mize, Frita (?), Philo, Georgia, Brother, Ryland, Robin, Rosa (?), Malcolm Jr., Mother, Daddy, Cousin Ike, Mary Lily and Dolly Ann, Jano and David Howard, Wilmer and myself ah – and Eric, the French boy living with Robin.

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Eugenia Hunt – A message to visitors in her own hand and a poem for peace

October 15th, 2016 Comments off

Jeana 1980s


Click here to download a note Jeana left to card playing visitors and a poem for peace.

The message reads:

Friends, Romans, etc.

Please replace the cover and ?? when the game is finished!

Please empty ash trays in non-flammable spot –

Please check all tables for wet spots so no rings will ensue! –

This house is my love –

I love you – love me accordingly

Madame Queen


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