My Book Table Inspired By Frank Lloyd Wright Furniture

My Book Table Inspired By Frank Lloyd Wright Furniture

Bernard Pyron

In 1957 I designed and built a book table based on the small tables I had seen in Frank Lloyd Wright houses.  Here is a photo which shows that table.   The table was in the living room of our house on Middleton Beach Road on Lake Mendota – at the west end of the lake, northwest of Madison, Wisconsin.  Thats my mother holding a son born in 1959.


The Road Home: The A.M. Pyron Lands In The South Bexar County Brush Country

The Road Home: The A.M. Pyron Lands In The South Bexar County Brush Country
Bernard Pyron

The Road Home III

Fig One, The Road Home As the Linda Miller Right of Way In 2012. The road to our house was a few yards west of this Linda Miller road through that corner of Somerset Road and Dixon Road of which the larger part was a gift to the Baptist Church in 1978. All the thorned brush, prickly pear and Spanish daggers have been removed from the way it was 50 years ago.

We four heirs gave the largest portion of the tract at the corner to the Somerset Baptist Church in 1978 and George Pyron, Estate Executor, retained a small northern part of the corner and sold it in 1982 to James M. Hayden, who in 1980 bought the A.M. Pyron house from the Somerset Baptist Church. The A.M. Pyron house is of greater interest than all the houses in the A.M. Pyron Homestead Tract at the northwest corner of his lands because it was his home as the Patriarch of the family. The house still stands and could be a little over a hundred years old. In the photo above the A.M. Pyron house is not shown, but is not far to the left or east of the road shown.

I used the Bexar County, Texas Clerk’s Office online copies of deeds involved in land transactions for the information given above about the corner lots which had been part of the A.M. Pyron Homestead Tract. I used the same online copies of deeds to find the information that in 1980 the Somerset Baptist Church sold the A.M. Pyron house and lot to James M. Hayden. Even the deed in 1882 for the two tracts totaling 640 acres that A.M. and Virginia Pyron bought from George W. Mudd and wife is available online, though the older deeds are in handwriting. And that online data was used to find several other land transactions discussed below. In addition, I used the online information given about particular tracts of land in Bexar county by the Bexar County Tax Assessor. It may be that all this information, some of significant historical value, is available online for Bexar county, Texas because it is an urban county , with a 2010 population of 1,714,773. According to the Handbook of Texas Online, the 1880 population of Bexar county was 30,470. Wikipedia claims that the 1930 population of Bexar county was 292,533.

The A.M. Pyron house at 8150 West Dixon Road, Somerset, Texas has a hip roof. The usual roof type in the area, even now, is the gable roof. But A.M. Pyron built his last home with a hip roof, which is harder to construct than a gable roof, but can have some advantages in a warm climate. A hip roof may also hold up better during a hurricane, which sometimes go inland as far as San Antonio. A.M. Pyron’s hip roof home could have been influenced by the Hip Roof Cottage Style architecture of the period of about 1904 to 1911. It is possible the house was built in that period, especially after 1909 when Carl Kurz sold the Eugene S. Norris land of a little over a hundred acres to the First Townsite Company which began selling lots to create the town of Somerset. A.M. Pyron and Carl Kurz created the First Townsite Company.

The tract at the corner of Somerset Road and West Dixon Road was deeded to Blake Pyron by the heirs of Virginia Pyron in 1945, along with almost four additional acres on which Blake Pyron had built our house in 1922, a tract which was part of the A.M. Pyron Homestead tract. Before 1945, four of the children of A.M. and Virginia Pyron lived in houses which were part of grandfather’s Homestead Tract, without owning their lots. Before his death in December of 1932 A.M. Pyron owned all of the Homestead Tract, and from 1932 until November of 1943, when she died, Virginia Pyron owned all of the Homestead Tracts, which at some point, perhaps when her heirs deeded ownership to the four children in 1945, the Homestead Tract was divided into six tracts, including that very small corner tract mentioned above of .59 acre and .26 acre, which was designated as Tract Number One. The Blake Pyron main tract of close to four acres was Tract Number Six. The A.M. Pyron house is in Tract or Lot Number Two. Aunt Jessie Pyron Kennney was also an heir to the entire Homestead Tract, but she and her husband, Will Kenney, lived in Somerset. Their son William Pyron (Billy) Kenney was deeded the Blake Pyron 63 acre tract in 1948, and his daughter Patricia Kenney Anderson inherited it at his death in 1997. Billy Kenney was the oldest of the grandchildren of A.M. and Virginia, while I am the youngest. Billy was born in February of 1904 and died in December of 1997.

Aunt Mary Pyron never married and died in about 1940. She was given land from the larger part of grandfather’s 349 acres in 1935, but was never given a lot in the Homestead Tract.

A deed from the four other living heirs of the Virginia Pyron estate on May 29, 1944 to Blake Bernard Pyron, recorded June 4, 1945, describes “Two pieces of property, one containing Three and 71 Hundredths acres, designated as Tract Number Six. The other piece described as follows, Eighty Eight Hundredths of an acre, designated as Tract Number One, fronting on the south side of Payne Road in the town of Somerset, being a part of the A.M. Pyron Homestead Tract, and part of the George W. Mudd Survey 273.”

Payne Road above is West Dixon Road.

Then, on December 12, 1978 the four heirs of Mabel Pyron, widow of Blake Bernard Pyron (1889-1964), deeded what is called Lot One of .591 of an acre to the Somerset Baptist Church “…for the further consideration of the love and affection that we have for our church.” George E. Pyron had Armando A. Aranda, Surveyor, draw up, on the enclosed plat map, that smaller corner area at West Dixon and Somerset Roads, which is said to be .257 of an acre as being separated from the larger Lot One of .591 of an acre given to the Baptist Church. Remember that in the May 29, 1944 deed of that entire corner area to Blake Pyron that the size is listed as being Eighty Eight Hundredths of an acre, which is the entire corner area.

On January 7, 1982 George E. Pyron, Independent Executor of the Mabel Pyon estate, deeded “A portion of Lot One, County Block 4227.of .257 of an acre to James M. Hayden and Eloise G. Harden.” This is that small lot at the very northwest corner of the A.M. Pyron Homestead tract and of the George W. Mudd tract now owned by Ellen Hicks. It is the corner of West Dixon and Somerset Roads. and in the photo of Fig One it is the foreground part of the area of mesquite trees with the road running through them to a bank of trees at the end.

The distance of the road in the photo of Fig One above above appears greater than it actually is. The larger tract is .59 of an acre and the smaller tract at the very corner is .26 of an acre. Ellen and Kenneth Hicks bought the A.M. Pyron house and that small corner lot in 1997 from James M. Hayden. The Hicks sold the A.M. Pyron home to Juan Solis in 2007, but Ellen Hicks still owns that small .26 of an acre corner. She has it on the market with Century 21 in San Antonio, and she wants $50,000, but its appraised at $10,000. It has been on the market a number of years.

The four of us deeded the Blake Pyron place – close to four acres which remained, and did not include that Somerset Rd-Dixon Rd corner – to IRENE J. MISIEWICZ in March of 1982. Apparently she died and her heirs deeded it to Genevieve H. Berryhill and Carl Powell in January of 1991. Carl Powell has since died, in 2010, and Genevieve Berryhill may still be living there. She is listed as age 95 in

The address of Berryhill is 20130 Somerset Road. The Tax accessed value of the property is $78,240, and the land value is $64,910, meaning the house is not worth too much. I still don’t know how much the house has been changed.

Uncle Casey Pyron’s lot and house in the A.M. Pyron Homestead Tract is listed in the Bexar County Tax Assessor records as belonging to Linda M. Barrow, which is the Linda M. Barrow Estate. Casey, or William Milton Pyron’s, Homestead area lot was tract Number Three. Aunt Ida Oliver’s place to the east of Casey’s lot, or Lot Number Four, is listed in the tax records as owned by Mongia Marcella. Dennis Scholl owns Aunt Clara Pyron Johnson’s lot in the A.M. Pyron homestead tract, Lot or Tract Number Five, and also owns a larger part of the 60 acres that was Aunt Clara’s land, which is the western area.

1879 Bexar County Plat Map of Mudd and Hayden Tracts
Fig Two
This is an 1879 Bexar county Landowners Plat Map showing major tracts and names of their owners with just a part seen here. See that dotted line toward the left bottom, that is the county line. Look up above it and find Geo Mudd, this is the A.M. Pyron George W. Mudd tract. Look down from the Mudd tract and to the left a bit, that is the A.M. Pyron G.W. Hayden tract. Both were 320 acres in 1882 when  he bought them. Note that on this map the Hayden tract’s SW corner extends a bit into Atascosa county.

The southern most parts of two larger tracts of land are shown in the segment above. “Francisco” is the southern end of a strip of land running from a bit south of the southern border of the George W. Mudd tract, a strip that goes all the way to the Medina River, about five miles. It was a Spanish Land Grant to Francisco Rolen. To the left, or west of the Rolen grant, is the John Christopher Republic of Texas Land Grant. The southern end of the John Christopher grant was owned by Eugene S. Norris, who sold it in 1909 to Karl Kurz, who, in turn, sold it to the First Townsite Company for the creation of the town of Somerset.

A.M. and Virginia Pyron bought the Mudd and Hayden tracts of land from George W. Mudd and his wife Mahalia E. 1881.. They set up three notes with a total of about $1,800 that the Pyrons had to pay off. The first note was for $1,100 and due December 1, 1882. the second note was for $360 and due November 1, 1883 and the last note was also for $360 and due November 1, 1884.

Grandfather must have sold cattle to make those payments, and he might have brought some cattle from their place in Lavaca county. In the eighties, during the time he had to pay off his notes for the total of 640 acres, from 1882 to 1884 or so, A.M. Pyron would have sent his relatively small herds of cattle up the The Chisholm Trail, or sold them in the San Antonio area to other trail drivers. At that time there were trail drivers who collected small herds of 100, 200 or 300 cattle from a number of small cattlemen and put them together into a larger herd. John T. Lytle, who operated near the town that later bore his name, was one such trail boss who took small herds on consignment to take them to market in Kansas. A.M. Pyron might have hired cowboys to drive his small herds west the 8 or so miles to where Lytle gathered his larger herds for the trip up the trail. A few longhorns who went up the trail in the eighteen eighties may have had A.M. Pyron’s MP brand on them, in addition to the trail boss’s road brand.

George W. Saunders was a Texas trail driver who in 1886 started a livestock-commission business in San Antonio as Smith, Oliver, and Saunders. Two years later he started his own firm, and by 1910 incorporated the George W. Saunders Livestock Commission Company with offices in San Antonio, Fort Worth, Kansas City, and St. Louis.

So there was a stock market in San Antonio in the later eighties and afterward.

A.M. Pyron could have hired local cowboys at least at times to help drive his cattle to be sold. His first son to live beyond infancy, Blake Bernard Pyron, born in 1889, would not have been able to help much with working with cattle until he was about 14 or so, in about 1903. Blake Pyron had cowboy skills, shown by his ability in roping on foot when I was growing up. There is a photo of him on a brush country pony taken in maybe 1915 with a rope on his saddle. He must have been a working cowboy on his father’s land at about that time.

1897 Bexar County Plat Map After Sale To J.A. Matthews
Fig Three
The above is a later plat map showing the way the area looked after A.M. Pyron sold all his lands west of Somerset Road to Matthews in 1889. It says A.M. Payne, but that is a mistake and it should be A.M. Pyron. The C. Matthews land is that part of the Mudd tract that was west of Somerset Road and below that is the part of the Hayden tract that was west of Somerset Road. It can be seen that grandfather sold more of the Hayden tract than of his Mudd tract. Note the C. Kurtz tract which borders the A.M. Pyron land on the east. It should be C. Kurz or Carl Kurz, the grandfather of Ruby Nell Kurz Pyron and of Billie Kurz McCord.

The segment of the 1897 Bexar County Landowners map shown above has another mistake, in the spelling of the E.S. Norris name. It should be E.S.Norris and not E.S. Morris. But a part of that tract of land called E.S. Morris became the town of Somerset. Note that it borders on the “A.M. Payne” land which is the A.M. Pyron land. You can also see from this portion of the 1897 map that C Kurtz, which should be C. Kurz, then owned a larger part of the very south tip of the Franciso Rolen Spanish Land Grant.

The rather large tract called “Kinney” in the upper left hand corner of the map segment should be Kenney and it belonged to Patrick Kenney. The Old Bexar town or village was created out of this land.

A.M. Pyron Oil Well Map Teens and Twenties
Fig Four. This is a map of the oil wells from the teens and twenties on the A.M. Pyron Mudd and Hayden tracts. The only one I remember well is Number 6 in the bottom right section of the Mudd tract, which was my father’s land after his mother divided up the Pyron lands in 1935.

In enlarging this figure the oil well numbers do not come out clearly. If someone happens to want to see the oil well numbers more clearly, sign up at the Bexar County Clerk’s site at

Then select Search By BOOK/PAGE. Type in 2793 for the Book and 3 for the Page. Select Deed Records 2/9/1950 Platt, Pyron, W.M. and Pyron A.M. Click on View Image. You must have JAVA on your computer for the site to bring up the copy of the plat map. The oil well plat map can be copied, either to PDF or TIFF. I copied it to TIFF and put it here, but the result is not a clear image. I do not see any way to put a PDF file here, but that would probably provide a readable image for the oil well numbers.

Virginia Pyron Plat Map of 1935

Fig Five This is the plat map of the remaining 349 acres of the A.M. Pyron Mudd and Hayden tracts at his death in December of 1932. On many deeds after 1935 this division of the A.M. Pyron land east of Somerset Road is called the Virginia Pyron Subdivision. Remember that Grandfather in 1889 sold all of both his George Mudd tract on the north and his George Hayden tract on the south which were west of Somerset Road.

The Pyron lands were divided into six tracts in 1935, starting with the southern tract of the Hayden tract at the bottom. Tract number One was given to William Milton (Casey) Pyron, Tract Two of the original Hayden land, owned by grandfather, was given to Ida Oliver. Then, for the original Mudd land owned by A.M. Pyron Tract Three was deeded to Aunt Jessie Pyron Kenney, Tract Four to Aunt Mary Pyron, who never married, and Tract Five to Aunt Clara Pyron Johnson. My father, Blake B. Pyron’s 63 acres, was Tract Number 6 and was part of the original Mudd land owned by grandfather..

The 1935 plat map above shows the A.M. Pyron Homestead Tract in the northwest corner of his Mudd tract. It is said there to be 15 acres.

The land given to Aunt Clara Pyron Johnson in 1935, Tract Number Five above, which is on Dixon Road and across the road from Somerset, is divided up. The western area is listed on the Tax Assessor records asx owned by Dennis M. and Karen F. Scholl. The next part to the east is owned by the Somerset Independent School District and the southeast corner of the former Clara Johnson land is owned by Aguilar Masonry. Up on Dixon Road above the old railroad right of way there are small lots and between them and the southeast corner owned by Aguilar masonry the online tax records do not show the owners.

That tract called Number Four above, bordering on Somerset Road, was given to Aunt Mary Pyron in 1935. She died in 1939 or 1940, and soon her land was sold by her heirs, the surviving children of A.M. and Virginia Pyron. This land is divided up, but the large part on the north is owned, according to Tax Assessor online records, by Roy Gonzales. And a large area of Aunt Mary’s land in the southeast corner is owned by Frederick W. and Christine M. Travis.

The Bexar county Tax Assessor online records say that Aunt Jessie Pyron Kenney’s tract of land of 63 acres, Number Three above, bordering on Somerset Road, deeded to her by Grandmother Virginia Pyron in 1935, is owned by Dicki R. and William Reinhart. Aunt Jessie’s land was from the northern George W. Mudd tract, as were the tracts given by grandmother in 1935 to Blake B. Pyron, Mary Pyron and Clara Pyron.

The Blake Pyron 63 acres, or Tract Number Six above whose eastern border is Payne Road, is now owned by Patricia Kenney Anderson and she also owns 25 or 30 acres out of the Long tract which bordered Daddy’s place on the south. The total market value of Patricia’s land of about 93 acres is listed as being $311.080. If you take away a third of that for the Long tract, then Daddy’s land is valued at a little over $200,000 now, or was by the Bexar county Tax Assessor. Daddy traded it at a value of $4,000 to Billy Kenney as Daddy’s half of the store in 1948. Patricia is the daughter of Billy, or William Pyron Kenney.

And these tax records online say that Aunt Ida Pyron Oliver’s 60 acres, or Tract Number Two, just south of Aunt Jessie’s land, also on Somerset Road, is owned by Antonio T. and Cecilia A. Castellano. Aunt Ida’s place was out of the George Hayden tract or survey.

The tract designated as Tract Number One in 1935 – at the southern end of the larger A.M. Pyron land area, on Somerset Road, here being from the original Hayden tract, which was given to William Milton (Casey) Pyron in 1935, is divided up. The northern part is listed on the online tax records as owned by Adan Sanchez, and the south part by Valentin P. and Jorge C. Garza.

When I was a boy My father showed me an old homestead site – on Aunt Clara’s land – where the A.M. Pyron family once lived, and showed me either a peach or plum tree there which he said survived from the old homestead. Aunt Clara’s land was tract number five above and the old homestead site he showed me was not far from the northern edge of his land, and about half way across Aunt Clara’s land from east to west.

Then, there was that old house at the northeast corner of Aunt Jessie’s land, right across the barbed wire fence from the Blake Pyron land. Blake and Mabel Pyron lived in that old house at one time, and the only thing I remember is that Mother said he once shot a bird out of the sky – perhaps a hawk – with a .22 rifle at that place. I don’t know for sure that this house, which was there in the early and mid forties, was once the home of A.M. and Virgina Pyron. I suspect it was though. I also suspect that A.M. Pyron built the house which still stands sometime after it had been determined that the town of Somerset he and Carl Kurz had founded in 1909 was to be just across what became Dixon Road from the northwest area of the A.M. Pyron land. So, Grandfather moved his home from tract number Three to his Homestead Tract up in the northwest corner of his Mudd tract to be just across the road from Somerset.

Its also interesting that the last part of the A.M. Pyron lands that I was ah heir to, or part owner, was that very small corner lot of .26 of an acre, the very northwest corner of the Mudd tract. It was owned by the four heirs of Mabel Pyron until 1982.

The land around Somerset is flat and so cutting down all the trees and brush makes it a desolate and empty looking landscape, as has been done on much of the A.M. Pyron lands, when the original Brasada landscape was rich, exotic, and full of color, though the mesquites had those very small leaves. But along Mudd Creek on the Blake Pyron land there were a variety of trees, including one or two exotic ones, especially the one or two Bodark, or Osage Apple trees. They bore fruit, which I was told was not good to eat, a pale green, with little bumps on them.

There were also some trees along the creek on which various people had carved their names or initials, including my own. These trees may no longer be there. My father had built a picnic table in the area just north of the creek and I remember on Pearl Harbor day, a Sunday, December 7, 1941, we had a picnic there and listened to the radio in the old 1936 Ford about the attack on Pearl Harbor.”

My older sister Mary Pyron Bush (1920-2012) writes in one of her essays on Pyron family history that “Grandpa loved the land and often walked from his house to his pastures, always carrying a worn down garden hoe which he had bent straight with the handle to form a cutting tool as
well as a walking stick. Mostly, he used the hoe for protection against rattlesnakes.” “Grandpa” is A.M. Pyron (1846-1932).

In another essay on our Pyron family Mary writes that, “As a child, I recall seeing large herds of cattle driven by our house to the holding pen on the railroad tracks in town. Before crossing from Atascosa county into Bexar county at the south end of the Pyron property on the road, the cattle had to be “dipped” in a chute to rid them of ticks. The Black Jack country which began just beyond the Atascosa county line was productive for the cattle industry. the land was sandy, with good grass and was covered by Post Oak trees, some hickory and other mixed oaks.” Mary is remembering local cattle drives from the twenties when she was a young girl. I cannot remember anything before about 1936, and seeing fairly large herds of cattle on Somerset Road is not part of my memory. I do remember seeing families coming to town to shop in horse drawn wagons going by on Somerset Road – and I remember the jingle of the spurs of working cowboys in the Will Kenney store in town on Saturdays in the late thirties. Somerset Road was the western border of all 349 acres of the A.M. Pyron lands in the twenties, thirties, forties, fifties and for some parts of it into the sixties. Our house after 1922 was maybe 75 yards east of Somerset Road, but the road could be seen easily from the house or yard.

The Dennis Murphy Gang, Madison, Wisconsin, 1960-1965 Bernard Pyron

The Dennis Murphy Gang, Madison, Wisconsin, 1960-1965
Bernard Pyron
Dennis Murphy was the leader of a group of art and music majors who
met regularly at our house at 5710 Bittersweet Place in Madison’s
Crestwood, a few blocks north of Frank Lloyd Wright’s prefab house of
about 1956. We improvised on oriental, renaissance, medieval and
American folk music. Clayton Bailey, a pottery student then, and I
were not musicians, but Dennis taught us to play the mouth bow and
Jew’s harp. The mouth bows we made were constructed from two inch
wide hardwood strips of wood, with one or two piano strings at the
upper end of the scale secured with tuning pegs.

The regulars of the group were Dennis Murphy, Raleigh Williams, a math
teacher, musician, singer and instrument maker, Monona Rossol, who was
a pottery student like Clayton Bailey and myself, and she was also a
classical singer. My wife Gail, a piano major, and I were also
regulars. Thomas J. Banta, then an assistant professor of psychology
at Wisconsin, became a regular also though he did not participate in
the music making. The exceptional Wisconsin social life that brought
art and music majors together in small groups was not that evident
among the professors and grad students of the psychology department.
This is perhaps partly why Tom Banta became part of our group. Tom
Banta is the announcer at the beginning of the piece The Prelem Party, May 1962 .

The musicians in the group were Dennis Murphy, Raleigh Williams, Monona Rossol and sometimes Gail Pyron.  And there were some others such as Gloria Welniak, Carlton Welton, Jim Quigley and an art major I called Old Dick Gong.

The Dennis Murphy group was active from 1960 to 1962. Clayton Bailey had left Madison by the fall of 1962. Dennis Murphy was at a session in my house then near lake Monona in downtown Madison in November of 1962, our last meeting.

One time in May of 1962 we met at Clayton Bailey’s place out in the
country south of Madison. We built up a good sized camp fire which
can be heard burning on the audio we made that night. Dennis
Murphy was playing on his sitar, Monona Rossol was wailing or
vocalizing, Clayton Bailey was blowing his blatting ceramic horn he
had made by rolling a slab of clay and firing it, and I was pounding
on my Chinese tom-tom. Had someone nearby heard all that, they would never have known that three of those performers were to become well known – Dennis Murphy, Clayton Bailey and Monona Rossol.

Here are a few links to Dennis Murphy, including a wikipedia article on him:


On above there is a good photo of
Dennis Murphy.

Clayton Bailey attained to some image as a sculptor on the West Coast.
Bailey has been written up in numerous art
journals and newspaper and magazine articles and has many links on the
Internet. He turned seventy in 2009. Dennis Murphy was 75 then.
Monona Rossol is an authority in New York City on the toxic aspects of
art materials and has written several books. She also has many links to her on the Internet.

I have some cassette tapes that were copied from the old reel to reel tapes of the music of the group and three of these are on the Internet, now at supload, but i hope to put them on another site. It was not until summer of 1965 that photos or movies of the Murphy group were made and not until June of 2012 that my son Blake had the 47 year old 16mm movie converted to digital. He extracted these still photos.

The Dennis Murphy Gang, At 525 W. Washington, Madison, Wisconsin, 1965    The boy at the left trying to climb the car to get out of the way of the gang is Blake Pyron, who transferred my 47 year old 16mm movie to digital and extracted these stills.

Dennis Murphy and Three Frank Lloyd Wright Chairs, back of 525 W. Washington, Madison, Wisconsin, Summer of 1965

Clayton Bailey at 525 W. Washington, Madison, 1965

Left To Right Jim Clumpner, Bernard Pyron, Clayton Bailey, Dennis Murphy and John Pflaum

From the Purple Decades: Still Shot of the Dennis Murphy Gang, 1965: Left To Right, Jim Clumpner, Bernard Pyron, Clayton Bailey, Dennis Murphy and John Pflaum    Unfortunately, at that time our hearts belonged to Dada and Surrealism, which were wrecking machines allied (no one knew then) with Transformational Marxism.

Left To Right, Clayton Bailey, Dennis Murphy and John Pflaum

Gail Pyron, Mrs John Pflaum and Betty Bailey, Left to Right  The three are sitting on three identical Frank Lloyd Wright chairs.

Left to Right, Paul Lochner, John Pflaum and a Friend of Jim Clumpner   The three are playing on my three man chess board.

Memories of a 20th Century South Texas Brush Country Family

Above:  Older brother George Pyron with me when I was a baby.  Notice the family car, a Model T, in the background, by the ‘four trees.”

Memories of a 20th Century South Texas Brush Country Family
Bernard Pyron

The story of the Blake Pyron family in the 20th century is one of cattle,
oil, grocery stores, rattle snakes,  running hounds after coyotes, and – grandfather
A.M. Pyron, who had been in the Confederate army, and when a young man had lived
among Texas trail drivers in the Mustang Creek and Sweet Home area of Lavaca county, Texas. Grandfather died at 86 when I was only one.

My older sister, Mary, in this essay on her memories of our family, provides information which I never knew because I was the youngest of four children. For example, I only remember Doctor Ware’s name as T.P. Ware. Mary says it was Preston Ware, and I now have a vague memory that was
his first name. He helped in the delivery of me, and perhaps also of Louise
and Mary. I am not sure where George was born, but I am sure he was
born at home, like the rest of us. Rural and village people in that
period did not go to hospitals to have babies, something which may
seem strange now that everyone is born in a hospital.

I have a memory of people coming into Somerset on Somerset Road, which
ran just to the West of the Pyron lands (330 acres in the thirties and
forties) in wagons pulled by two horses. And I can remember the
cowboys in town, especially on Saturdays, and the jungle of their
spurs. I remember a time when Uncle Casey came and got a cow which
was killed or severely injured on Somerset Road. It was on our place
along the road. He came with a kind of sled pulled by horses and put
the cow on it and pulled it to his place, apparently to butcher it.

I remember in the thirties that the oldest grandchild, who we called
Billy, or William Pyron Kenny, sometimes
worked cattle on our place, that is, on the four and a half acres we
had of the 15 or so acres
of the A.M.Pyron homestead tract. Billy was often dressed in chaps, with
cowboy boots and
a huge hat – no six shooter though. I do remember sitting in our Model
A along the sidewalk
of the Kenny store in Somerset watching Daddy talk to Jesse James, who
did have a six
shooter in a holster on his belt. This is the Somerset Jesse James,
who was a student of Mother’s back in 1915. Once Mother had her students write an essay on what they wanted to be when they grew up.  Jessie James wrote that he wanted to become  a  “notorious desperado.”   Jessie had an older brother named, guess what? Yes. Frank James.  The third  James brother was Luther James, who ran coyote hounds and sometimes hunted with my Father and older brother, George.  Jesse James was killed in the Somerset coal mine by George Leonard during World War
II. He was an uncle of the High School Superintendent when I was in
High School, Bill James.

I clearly remember the sound of Uncle Casey’s pumping engine, about
three quarters of a mile to the east. The engine was loud and fired
in a regular slow beat. His engines pulled cables that ran along the
ground, some into Daddy’s 63 acres bordering the pump station to
the west. I remember the rods along the ground that moved back and
forth to pump the oil
wells on our land. Our land was across the road from the land of Gus
Kurz, father of Billie Kurz, high school classmate and one time girl
friend. The father of Gus Kurz, Carl Kurz, discovered oil on his land,
which bordered grandfather’s 640 acres.

Mary is accurate on the Pyron history, as far as I can tell. I
remember they had lived
in Robestown, way down in the Brush County for a while, apparently
sometime in the
twenties before I was born. The lived in Lytle once too, and I
remember a story of Daddy with George as a small boy walking from
Lytle to Somerset when the moved back to Somerset – and Daddy put
George up on the milk cow he was pulling, all the way for 8 miles to
Somerset. I think he had a Model T then but he had to move the milk
cow to Somerset and just pulled her all the way on foot. On a photo of
George with me as a baby maybe six months old the family Model T sits
in the background. a reminder of what era this was.


“One morning I awoke early with the feeling I needed to go back over
the old picture of Grandpa Pyron, the dog-eared one taken about 1920
showing him with a mustache. Suddenly, a picture formed in my mind of
a gray mustache,stained by tobacco. I had been unable heretofore to
find an image of Grandpa Pyron prior to his stroke in my memory,but
then I recognized the mustache. I remembered the smell of the chewing
tobacco, I remembered the smelly spittoons and I remembered the
cutting machine that resembled a miniature paper cutter. At the
store, chewing tobacco came in a rectangular bar. The proper way to
chew tobacco was to first cut bite sized chunks of tobacco from the
plug. Grandpa was a proper man; so he cut his tobacco in a proper
manner. Of course, an individual could cut off a chew from his plug
with his pocket knife. That was acceptable. What was not acceptable
was to take the whole bar to your mouth and try to bite off a piece
with your teeth.

Whether grandpa smoked cigarettes or cigars, I can’t remember. Daddy
smoked cigarettes when we were small children but he quit and never
attempted to smoke again. His younger brother, William Milton, known
always as Casey, smoked, at least until he had a heart attack sometime
possibly in his late fifties. Casey rolled his own cigarettes from a
Bull Durham sack of tobacco. As a child I was fascinated to watch his
skills. Casey was a master story teller. He remembered every deer
hunt, every wolf hunt he had ever been on and could make each hunt
interesting and lively. He would take out his sack of tobacco,
retrieve a cigarette paper, then place it in the exact curl he wanted
in his left hand, pour in the tobacco, wrap up the cigarette while
still relating his exciting story, with only a telling pause to lick
the paper, bend the end of the completed cigarette, find a match and
light the thing—all a total and complete execution of intense drama.

It is possible Aunt Delia, his wife, did not enjoy tobacco smoke.
Neither Casey’s house nor ours when we were children had indoor
plumbing. I remember the floor in Casey’s privy was littered with
cigarette butts. He smoked in his yard, in the covered back porch
where he slept for years and in our back yard on the open porch where
we all gathered in the evenings to hear the grown ups recount the
events of the day and retell their stories.

Casey worked for an oil company, he was a “pumper.” He was assigned to
operate several pump houses in the area, to see that the oil tanks at
the wells were filled so that the oil could be picked up periodically
by a tank truck where the oil was then delivered to the refinery. It
was his job each day to start the big booming pump, to check the pump
rods that carried the energy from the large pump to the jack at the
well which then produced the strokes that brought the oil from the
ground to the surface. He worked outdoors every day and his
complexion was dark, a reddish brown color which matched the color of
some of the Plains Indians. He had brown eyes, dark hair with bushy,
dark eyebrows. His nose was prominent,with a high bridge similar to
the proverbial Roman nose.

When we walked in the pasture we were always conscious of the sound of
the pump engines, we could hear the swish of the long rods as they
moved backward and forward at the stroke of the engine beat. We
quickly learned the power of the beat of the pump because it didn’t
take long to know you couldn’t walk on the moving rods.

Even after the well had been drilled and had the pipes and jack in
place, the derrick was left at the well because it was necessary from
time to time to “pull” the well—put in different pipes, relocate some,
plus other such work. Work on the rigs was dangerous. Daddy’s sister
Ida, had married an oil field worker who fell to his death from a
derrick not too far from town. I don’t remember how the work load
designations were made—I just remember the “pumper” and the

Grandpa Pyron, after he discovered oil and had retired, still ran
cattle on his property. He allowed daddy and Casey each to develop
their own small herds. Grandpa loved the land and often walked from
his house to his pastures, always carrying a worn down garden hoe
which he had bent straight with the handle to form a cutting tool as
well as a walking stick. Mostly, he used the hoe for protection
against rattlesnakes. For some reason the brushy area near our house
was infested with rattlesnakes. Daddy did not keep all the rattles
from the snakes he killed in and around our yard, but I remember a
box, cmbe.Z shaped, which was full of rattles. (My note: This garbled
word to the left, is an indication I used optical character recognition
software on this and did not type it all out myself).

Not far from our house some land had been cleared for a field. I
remember once when I was young, probably about 4 years old, I was
running up and down in a hole left after a very large tree had been
removed. At the bottom was an attractive item which appeared to a
child to be a man’s necktie. I moved to pick up the thing, when
suddenly it moved, swirled into a curled position and began rattling
loudly. I don’t know what saved me, possibly George was nearby and
recognized the snake and called for help. Mother periodically had
frightening nightmares—we could hear her tremulous calls, not unlike
the call of a screech owl in the night. Always a snake was after her
or one of her children in her dream.

Once we heard the rattle of a snake under our house. The floor was
about 18 to 24 inches off the ground with siding covering all the way
down to the ground. There was one small trap door for an entrance
under the house. Daddy took a flashlight and a shotgun with him and
crawled into the dark reaches of this precarious space. He promised
us that the snake would rattle when he got near and he would be able
to locate it in the dark. After a virtual eternity with mother beside
herself with anxiety we heard the blast of the gun. Daddy didn’t
yell, “I got it”, there was just silence. We had to think perhaps the
gun had accidentally discharged and daddy was hurt. Then daddy
appeared at the trap door, laid the gun on the ground and said he had
killed the snake. We had a hoe nearby; so he reached under the house
and pulled out a huge rattlesnake. Something that always interested me
was the reflex action of the snake after it had been killed, even when
its head had been cut off. It moved, in and out, attempting to coil,
and this went on for a long time. We were told the snake would
continue to move until the sun went down.

Today we have easy access to bird books so we can identify birds, we
have books on trees, flower books to help us learn the names of the
plants. Daddy had an uncanny knowledge of nature’s critters and the
names of plants. He understood and observed nature. He could tell
the time in the night by the movement of the stars. After he retired,
he spent a lot of time carrying cracked corn to the fence row near the
house where he fed a nice covey of bob-white. A roadrunner had made a
nest year after year in a small tree at the front of the house.
Regularly, the birds made their trips to the back of the house into
the pasture. They passed daddy each time while he sat outside in the
yard. It gave daddy great pleasure to anticipate the roadrunners’
movements. He called the bird, Paisano—in Spanish, fellow countryman.

Perhaps it was a difficult adjustment for people who had farmed and
tended cattle to become merchants. Grandpa built the store and the
Pyron Brothers were in business—Casey and daddy. Aunt Mary, our
family spinster, tended the books, an important job since most of the
business was credit. I remember the store wall, where things were
located. Most of the groceries were on shelves behind the counter.
The customer would ask for an item or items which were brought forward
to the counter until the order was filled. Mostly, I remember where
the candy counter was located. More than anything I enjoyed watching
the candy salesman, probably from the Jenner’s Candy Company in San
Antonio, open his leather cases and show the various items that could
be ordered. One special selection I recall was a miniature ice cream
cone that was stuffed with a colorful marshmallow filling. Of course
there were Hershey kisses, jelly beans, suckers and candy coated nuts.
One of the popular, but dangerous items, was a special candy that was
filled with surprises. Sometimes you would bite into the candy to
find a ring, or a jack from a set of jacks, but mostly, we found
marbles, some colorful glass ones, but more than often the surprise
was a tan colored marble made from clay which were placed inside the
semi-circle we drew on the ground. The object was to shoot out these
marbles. Ralph Nader would have had a field day with that candy!

Pyron Brothers Store In Somerset, Mid Twenties

Delivery service was expected by many customers. They phoned in the
order, then someone had to leave the store to deliver the groceries.
Also, much of the merchandise had to be picked up from the wholesale
houses in San Antonio. Daddy had to trade in his Model T sedan for a
small Ford truck. Aunt Delia’s mother had sick spells often and Delia
had to drive out a distance to care for her; so it was decided daddy
should be the one to get the truck. I didn’t mind riding in the back
of the truck when we drove to the Blackjacks, but I felt uncomfortable
in town when we drove past a schoolmate. Susanne, I could always
understand how you felt about “Old Blue.” Regardless, that situation
for me didn’t last too long because after my second year in school we
moved to Robstown because the business was bankrupt, not like our
bankruptcy situations today.

In the winter when the pastures were bare and the cattle had little to
eat, daddy suffered for the cows. He could never bear the thought
that man or beast should go hungry. He had a noisy kerosine burning
“pear burner”, as we called it. At the top was a fuel tank with a pump
attached to add pressure to the fuel. A long metal pipe carried the
kerosine down to a burner which could be ignited. By pumping more air
into the fuel a better flame was available. The burning process was
very noisy. Cattle in the pasture could hear the pear burner and
associated the sound with food. By moving the flame over prickly pear
the thorns were burned away, thereby providing sustenance for hungry
cows. Sometimes the cows were so hungry they ate the cactus when it
was still hot. Although the operation was dangerous, daddy was
cautious. It was easy to ignite nearby grass and start a bad fire.
Another problem cattlemen faced in those days was losses through screw
worm infections. Sometimes blow flies attacked the tender skin of
baby calves after the umbilical cord was detached, but mostly, the
problems developed after castration. Blow fly larvae are horrible
wiggle worms which had to be treated immediately.
Screw worm medicine, colored red and distributed in a long neck glass bottle was
the best treatment available at the time. After an application, the
larvae, or screw worms could be dug out of the affected area with a
stick or a blunt instrument. Casey raised hogs for several years.
The same conditions applied to hogs as well as cattle. Casey would
come by periodically and ask me to help him. He called me, “Libbus.”
He would hold the hog on the ground while I dug out the worms. I
didn’t like the job but there was satisfaction in knowing I was
helpful. Through work of U. S. scientist in the Agriculture
Department the screw worm is under control.

During the hard times of the early 1930s, we witnessed a sad situation
which to me has never seemed right. The bottom had dropped out of the
cattle market. In order to possibly improve prices, the government
stipulated that cattlemen should round up their cattle, shoot a
certain percentage so there would be less cattle on the market,
thereby driving up the price. President Roosevelt had asked for and
been granted unlimited executive powers. Congress did not have to act
on such measures. I can’t remember the details (if I am judged on my
work here, call me lazy. Research would be tedious, but I could be
more exact.), but I believe a government agent came and checked the
cattle that were designated for the kill. This eliminated the
possibility the cattlemen would include culls and sick cows. I don1t
recall who shot the animals, but their bodies were burned. How much
the government paid for each animal I can’t recall. Anyway, the
reason the episode remains in my memory is because Grandma Pyron was
so upset about the whole situation. She kept repeating, “It’s wrong,
it’s wrong.” We believed that basically Roosevelt was our savior, but
there were some actions taken that were drastic.

Two operating oil refineries in Somerset provided work for a number of
people. However, gasoline prices were so low, finally one of the
refineries closed. Not too far from our school were at least three,
possibly four huge, huge storage tanks filled with oil or gasoline, I
can’t remember which. One night one of the tanks blew up. There was
speculation lightening had caused the explosion because there had been
a storm that night. The windows at the school on the side near the
fire had been blown out. Of course, there was no school the next day.
The smoke rose high in the air, leaving a smoke trail that extended
for miles and miles, reported by the news as nearly a hundred miles.
The oil company had experts on the scene to try to protect the
remaining storage tanks. One fire fighter said there would be a
second explosion.

The experience remains vivid in my memory. Louise and I were outside
playing with our neighbor cousins, Casey1s daughters, when suddenly we
saw a huge wall of fire shoot high into the air. We ran because to us
it seemed the fire would consume us. Those spectators who had
gathered at the sight had moved in as close as the intense heat would
allow, they also had to run to save their lives. Several cars that
had been parked too close were enveloped in flames when the fire wall
came down. Our doctor, Preston Ware, lost his car in the fire.

There are such varied and interesting activities for children growing
up today I wonder whether it seems as long each year until Christmas
for them as it did for us? Dolls were not on my want list. Louise
loved them and loved to play house. Making mud pies and sipping
imaginary tea from a tiny tin cup didn’t appeal to me. Poor Egie had
to make mud pies by herself. I did enjoy paper dolls. We couldn’t
wait for the new Sears and Roebuck catalogue each year because we
could cut out the people in the old catalogue and make them our play
like families. We created interesting families; we could take the lid
of a shoe box and imagine we were taking our families on a bus trip.
Our families were all pretty with handsome men.

George had a little metal truck that was exciting. He was tall enough
to push it on the two by four that formed the top of our yard fence.
It was a long way around on this grand highway. One truck wasn’t
enough for the three of us; so Louise and I used bottles for our cars.
We could always go down to the dumping place in a ravine near the
house and find a bottle that looked just like a car. The regular 8
ounce medicine bottle had a flat bottom while the ton was a nice oval
shape like a snazzy 4 door sedan. The bottle neck was the
radiator-George had grand schemes for the town lay out. He built
roads with a garden hoe. We brought in scrap blocks and made
interesting houses. One Spring George built a dam so we could have a
lake near our town. Following the first rain, mother had trouble
holding us back until the storm was over and we could check on the
dam. Sure enough, there was some water there, for a while, at least.

There were three families in our Pyron compound that used the dump. We
liked the blue bottles Milk of Magnesia came in. It didn’t have a flat
side, but it was pretty. There were lots of bottles fiat on both
sides: vanilla bottles, liniment bottles, etc. These could either be
used as trucks with no tops or they were touring cars with the canvas
top folded back. Remember, the early cars had detachable canvas curtains that could be
hooked on the sides where glass side windows are now used. Although
visibility was limited with just a small peep hole, the rain and the
cold was kept out. Grandpa Pyron had built a large 2 car garage not
too far from his house. During this particular period in our
childhood I remember a huge black touring car in the garage. Johnny
Hilton, Aunt Ida’s son, who lived with his mother at grandpa’s house
following the death of his father, Dr. Hilton, drove the family around
town or where-ever they needed to go. Then Johnny became a grown man
and left on his own , leaving the car to deteriorate in the garage. I
wont say what make it was because I don’t know. The back leather seat
was huge, it would hold at least 6 kids. We loved to play in it when
Aunt Mary wasn’t around. The radiator cap was fascinating: it was
large, round with a thermometer to gage the heat. We had to be
careful when we entered the car, the top had disintegrated long
before, because we might sit on an egg. Grandma had setting hens,
black and white Dominiquer chickens and the garage was one of their
favorite places to lay their eggs. Aunt Mary was sure their breed of
chickens out performed mother’s Rhode Island Reds.

From time to time, a traveling show would stop in town for a week or
so. Inside a large tent portable bleachers were set up and actual
talking movies were shown. Usually Aunt Delia took us, probably
because she was the only grown-up who could sit through the western
movies of that period. Aunt Delia was addicted to the Romance novels
of that period. Sometimes when I ran out of books to read I would
borrow one of hers. Always the cover had been removed from the book.
I asked Ruth, her daughter, why the covers had been removed and she
said Aunt Delia did that so that Casey would not notice when she had
bought a new book.

It wasn’t too long before George realized that he was too grown up to
play with his little sisters; so we had to find other games to play.
Louise and I plus Casey’s daughters, Ruth and Virginia, played out the
movies we had seen. Ruth chose to be Tom Mix; Louise was Hoot Gibson
and I chose to be a character I had liked in one of the movies— his
name I have forgotten because he never made it in big-time westerns.
It wasn’t too difficult to find toy six-shooters, and at times we had
make-do guns. I managed to nail leather reins on our stick horses.

We had toys. When daddy worked for Mr. Morrison, one of the bottling
companies, Coca Cola, I believe, gave toys as bonus incentives to
merchants. We had nice red wagons and there were several scooters. I
haven’t seen a scooter in a toy store for a long time. We enjoyed
playing on them. A toy children of today wouldn’t understand was the
metal hoop that was guided by a bent metal strip, used inside the
hoop. The hoops probably came off old wagon wheels, they were smooth
inside-Once the hoop had been set in motion, you could keep it rolling
and control it by using the bent strap.

For part of Bernard’s childhood he had hound dogs galore to play
with. Daddy would never have expended the time nor the expense
required to maintain a good pack of wolf hounds for his own pleasure.
Mother once told me that daddy was concerned about George gowning up
in a small town where it was easy for a young boy to become influenced
by a gang of boys who were not bad, but who participated in activities
daddy and mother could not condone. So, he brought in good dogs that
could do well on hunts. Apparently, George was pleased because he
entered the game with determination to learn all he could about hound
dogs. He subscribed to the magazine, “Hunters Horn” and read each
copy religiously. He knew the genealogy of every dog they had. I can
remember the sheets of paper he used to copy the blood lines. There
was a picture of a dog he had drawn on the cover of each of his school

On Saturday nights when the weather was right a hunt was planned.
George had everything ready, the dogs loaded in the trailer, the chuck
box filled when daddy got off from work. Often other hunters in the
area would agree to meet at a certain place and the hunt was on. There
was a certain competitive feeling among the hunters concerning
their  dogs. A good hunter could recognize the bark of his dog
when it was on a trail. If the hunters were together enough they all
soon learned the bark of a particular dog, especially if it were a dog
that was aggressive and found the scent of a wolf quickly and stayed
on the hunt. Young dogs sometimes were a problem. They were excited
about the hunt and if turned loose too soon, they more than likely
would find the scent of a rabbit and would chase it, much to the
chagrin of the owner. To train the young dog, the owner would wait
until the older dogs had picked up the scent of game and were on a hot
trail, then they would release the young dogs.

Sometimes the dogs followed a trail that led far away from the camp.
There was nothing to do but wait. It was then the chuck box became
important. Coffee was brewed, hot and strong. Daddy always had good
thick slices of bacon which were cooked over the fire, then placed in
slices of bread to be eaten. If he had time during the day he would
make fresh bacon, take fresh pork, cut off the rind or thick skin,
slice it and season the meat. The chuck box and its contents became an
attraction for townspeople who weren’t hunters but who enjoyed being
outdoors with the lure of a camp fire.

There were few wolves in the area and more often than not the only
chase the hounds could find was a coyote, or perhaps a fox. The
hunters could recognize the prey’s pattern and knew what the dogs were
chasing. More and more as time went on the hunters had to drive a
distance to find good hunting grounds. A wolf could lead a pack of
dogs for miles and miles. The trained dogs stayed on the trail. When
the camp was broken and the dogs had not returned, that meant a
search the next day, Sunday, for the missing dogs. After a number of
years trailing dogs and caring for them, George found a new
interest—Ruby Nell Kurtz. Daddy was older, mother wasn’t well; so the
hunts ended. Bernard ended up with just one dog. Jack, a lovable water

Above: Father Blake B. Pyron On His Brush Country Pony, about 1915

Above: Grandfather A.M. Pyron after he got out of the Confederate army, but before he went to Texas in 1867.

Amortization of Loans and Usury As Sin In the Bible

Amortization of Loans and Usury As Sin In the Bible
Bernard Pyron


they say that amortization (or amortisation) “…comes from Middle
English amortisen to kill,…from Vulgar Latin admortire to kill, from
Latin ad- + mort-, mors death.”

In other words, the use of compound interest in the “amortization” of
loans to be paid back with interest is a way of killing you
financially, and sometimes literally also. It is a way of killing
nations financially by the big bankers of England, Europe and the U.S.

In the law given to Moses by God there are Scriptures that aim to
protect people who do not have a great deal of wealth from being
cheated out of it by the more wealthy.

Exodus 22:25 begins God’s statement of his law against usury,
especially to extort money from the poor. “If thou lend money to any
of my people that is poor by
thee, thou shalt not be to him as an usurer, neither shalt thou lay
upon him usury”

Ezekiel 18: 4-8 explains “Behold all souls are mine:…the soul that
sinneth, it shall die. But if a man be just, and do that which is
lawful and right…He that hath not given forth upon usury, neither
hath taken any increase, that hath withdrawn his hand from iniquity,
hath executed true judgment between man and man.”

In Nehemiah 5 the setting for this clear Scripture against usury is
Jerusalem after the Jews returned from 70 years of captivity in
Babylon – because they had not obeyed God’s laws and had turned to
pagan religion. Ezekiel 22: 12-22 says one of the laws they did not
obey was that on usury.

On coming back to Jerusalem, the wealthy Jews began lending money to
poor Jews. Usury as we know it began in
ancient Babylon, and maybe the Babylonian system of usury reinforced
practice of usury among the wealthy Jews who had practiced it before
the captivity.

In Nehemiah 5 the poor people realized they were in economic slavery
to the usurers and complained to Nehemiah. He ended up telling the
wealthy people to stop their usury.

Nehemiah 5:1-10 says “And there was a great cry of the people and
of their
wives against their brethren the Jews. For there were that said, We,
our sons, and our
daughters, are many: therefore we take up corn for them, that we may
eat, and live. Some also there were that said, We have mortgaged our
lands, vineyards, and houses, that we might buy corn, because of the

It is the extortion of money or possessions from people by the more
wealthy that God’s moral law forbids. Unjust gain by usury or by any
other scheme is condemned as sin by the Bible. Although usury is not
specifically identified in the New Testament as a sin, in Matthew 21:
12, Mark 11: 15 and John 2: 14-15 Christ reacts strongly to the
practices of the money changers in the Temple. The money changers who,
he said, made the temple into a den of thieves were extorting money
from people in some way. And so it is not only taking interest on
loans that is said to be wrong in the Bible, but any form of extortion
and unjust gain.

In Revelation 6: 2-8. the white horse can be seen as the British
empire. Daniel 7: 4 says it has a man’s heart, suggesting it is not
quite as evil as the other beasts. But the white horse beast carries
with it the ideology of usury. the Bank of England played an important
role in introducing usury banking as a ruling principle in the modern
world. Daniel’s King of the North in Daniel 11 in modern times is
empowered by usury, creating money out of nothing, loaning it to
people and collecting interest and taking much of the people’s money
in the process to make the big bankers rich and powerful.

Historically, Islam, which now holds out against the system of the northern
industrial nations run by usury bankers, has opposed usury as does the Bible.

The red horse is the Soviet Union and its ideology is Marxism, which arose
in part out of the dialectic interaction with usury capitalism.
Marxism, in part,
was critical of capitalism because it exploited the common people and one
means of this exploitation was usury. But Marxism was anti-Christian and
created a more evil system than did capitalism.

Then on
the site provides a way of determining amortization of a loan.

Amortization by Compound Interest:

For example, suppose you got a loan of $14,000 at 8 percent interest,
to be paid off in 15 years.
You do not pay 8 percent of $14,000 as interest, which would be only
$1,120. Using an amortization schedule and the site above to
calculate your monthly payments, the total amount of interest you will
pay, and the total amount of money you will pay, it comes up with:

180 Monthly Payments: $133.79

Total Amount of Interest Paid Over 15 Years: $10,082.43

Total Amount Paid in 15 Years: $24,082.43

Original Amount Of the Loan: $14,000

And – if you get this loan of $14,000 from a bank in the U.S. the
bank does not take $14,000 out of its fiat money holdings and give it
to you. In effect, under fractional reserve banking, the bank creates
the $14,000 out of nothing at the time it gives you the loan.

The bank is only required to keep a fractional reserve for its loans,
which means it can loan out more money than it has in deposits.

they say “Fractional-reserve banking is the most common form of
banking and is practiced in almost all countries. Although Islamic
banking prohibits the making of profit from interest on debt, a form
of fractional-reserve banking is still evident in most Islamic

“Fractional reserve banking is a Ponzi scheme whereby banks create
money out of thin air through fraudulent book keeping, loaning
non-existent money out at interest. It is no different than
counterfeiting. In collusion, factional reserve banks counterfeit up
to 10 times the amount of money that they actually have deposited, and
charge interest on it all. Since money represents labor, fractional
reserve bankers are effectively robbing the value of everyone’s labor
through this fraudulent scam.”

” If you will deposit your money in my bank, I will lend it out at
interest. I will share some of this interest with you by guaranteeing
you a fixed rate of return.

So far, so good. But then comes the kicker. Furthermore, I will pay
you your money on demand during banking hours. Any time you want your
currency back, just come to the bank and take it out – no questions
asked (unless you try to take out $10,000 or more).

The banker knows what the economics professor knows: almost no one can
think through the implications of this promise. Both the banker and
the professor of money and banking strive to keep people in the dark.
They promote the mystery of banking.”

“The banker makes the offer of payment on demand because he knows that
few depositors will demand their money most of the time. Those who do
demand their money can be paid out of the money deposited by today’s
depositors. Is this a Ponzi scheme? In part, yes. It is a Ponzi scheme
that can go on much longer, because the bank possesses the power to
create money.”

Fractional reserve banking is inherently fraudulent. It inflates the
money supply. It creates the boom-bust cycle. Through central banking,
it transfers planning authority to bureaucrats with only an indirect
stake in the outcome of their decisions.

It is the basis of the modern economy. The booms and busts get worse.
The dollar depreciates. Central planning increases. Information
becomes more distorted.

This will end badly. Worse, it may start over again.”

Revelation 12 and I Kings 3: 16-27

Revelation 12 and I Kings 3: 16-27
Bernard Pyron

In Revelation 12 there are four characters, the woman, the dragon, the man child and the remnant. The woman
is Israel, the man child she births could be Christ because of what verse 5 says about the man child ruling the nations with a rod of iron. It can also be Israel. The remnant of verse 17 is said to be the seed of the woman, which can also be a smaller part of Israel.

“And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God, and to his throne.” Revelation 12: 5

“And when the dragon saw that he was cast unto the earth, he persecuted the woman which brought forth the man child. And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.” Revelation 12: 13-14

“And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed, which keep the commandments of God, and have the testimony of Jesus Christ.” Revelation 12: 17

The woman is that Israel which Paul in Romans 9: 8 refers to as the children of the promise who are counted as the seed. Galatians 4: 28 and Galatians 3: 28-29 explain what he means by the children of the promise. “Now we, brethren, as Isaac was, are the children of promise.” “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus. And if ye be Christ’s, then are ye Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise.”

The other Israel in Romans 9: 8, he refers to as “They which are the children of the flesh, these are not the chilren of God.” That is, those who are the physical descendants of Abraham, but who are not born again and saved, are not the children of God.

The woman of Revelation 12 is also that Israel which Paul in Galatians 4: 26 indicates as the “…Jerusalem which is above, is free, which is the mother of us all.” The other Israel in verse 25 is said to be “…Jerusalem which now is, and is in bondage with her children.”

So there is only one Israel, or one woman, in Revelation 12. That Israel which is not saved, who is the woman as Jerusalem which now is and is in bondage with her children, and that woman, as unsaved Israel who is the children of the flesh who are not the children of God is not shown in Revelation 12.

There are two Israels, following Paul, and once we see this we can realize there was saved Israel and unsaved Israel under the Old Covenant also. We could say that the woman who is in Revelation 12 is the real mother of saved Israel, or the Israel which is spiritually alive. The other Israel, or the other woman is the mother of physical Israel, is spiritually dead. But the woman of spiritually dead Israel wants to take over the identity of the mother of spiritually alive Israel. Look at Galatians 4: 29, “But as then he that was born after the flesh persecuted him that was born after the Spirit, even so it is now.” Here is the spiritual conflict that is still central when we realize that a theology which has such great influence over Christians does not make the distinction between the two Israels that Paul distinguished.

There could be a parable of the two woman as the two Israels. Suppose each woman had a baby at about the same time, and both of these women as the two Israels live in the same house. The baby of one of the women died and but then she tries to claim the baby of the other woman, which is alive, as her own. In other words the mother of the dead Israel wants to take over the identity of the mother of the live child, which is the spiritual conflict. The mother of the dead child, who is not represented in Revelation 12, is not the mother of the man child or the Remnant of Israel there, wants to be known as the only Israel there is.

In I Corinthians 10 Paul starts by recalling some of the events of the Old Testament. Then in verse 6 he says “Now these things were our examples, to the intent we should not lust after evil things, as they also lusted.” Then in I Corinthians 10: 11-12 Paul states that “Now all these things happened unto them for ensamples: and they are written for our admonition, upon whom the ends of the world are come. Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.”

This means that some of the actual historical events reported in the Old Testament can be treated as parables, and examples for our time, upon whom the ends of the world are come. Why not, then, look at I Kings 3: 16-27 as a parable of the two mothers as the two Israels?

This use of I Kings 3: 16-27 as a kind of parable owes a great deal to James Lloyd of Christian Media Network. He usually does new broadcasts on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays at 9:00 AM Pacific Time on:

I Kings 3: 16-27 says:

“Then came there two women, that were harlots, unto the king, and stood before him.
17. And the one woman said, O my lord, I and this woman dwell in one house; and I was delivered of a child with her in the house.
18. And it came to pass the third day after that I was delivered, that this woman was delivered also: and we were together; there was no stranger with us in the house, save we two in the house.
19. And this woman’s child died in the night; because she overlaid it.
20. And she arose at midnight, and took my son from beside me, while thine handmaid slept, and laid it in her bosom, and laid her dead child in my bosom.
21. And when I rose in the morning to give my child suck, behold, it was dead: but when I had considered it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, which I did bear.
22. And the other woman said, Nay; but the living is my son, and the dead is thy son. And this said, No; but the dead is thy son, and the living is my son. Thus they spake before the king.
23. Then said the king, The one saith, This is my son that liveth, and thy son is the dead: and the other saith, Nay; but thy son is the dead, and my son is the living.
24. And the king said, Bring me a sword. And they brought a sword before the king.
25. And the king said, Divide the living child in two, and give half to the one, and half to the other.
26. Then spake the woman whose the living child was unto the king, for her bowels yearned upon her son, and she said, O my lord, give her the living child, and in no wise slay it. But the other said, Let it be neither mine nor thine, but divide it.
27. Then the king answered and said, Give her the living child, and in no wise slay it: she is the mother thereof.”

King Solomon represents God the Father. The two woman live in the same house. The woman whose baby died is Israel
after the flesh (I Corinthians 10: 18), and her dead baby represents the same. The woman with the baby which is
alive is that Israel which Paul says is the children of the promise, and Jerusalem which is above, is free and is the mother of us all. The same goes for her baby which is alive, signifying being spiritually alive. Physical Israel represented by the mother of the dead child claims the living child is her son (verse 22). Note that the mother of the live son in verse 26 says to give the other women the living child, the child who is Israel reborn after the Spirit, and do not kill it, so it will live. Solomon said to divide the child in two just as a test to find out what the two women would say. The mother of the dead child in verse 26 said to divide it, that is, kill it.

The Baby Boomer Generation and the Falling Away of II Thessalonians 2: 3-4

The Baby Boomer Generation and the Falling Away of II Thessalonians 2: 3-4
Bernard Pyron

II Thessalonians 2: 3-4 says “Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition; Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God.”

The falling away is a departure from the truth of Scripture, or in the beginning a departure from some scriptures so that when leavened, there is a great falling away.

Remember that Bill Johnson in his Breakout
Study on the Red Horse of Revelation 6: 4 talked about the Baby Boomer generation., “And there went out
another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat
thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one
another: and there was given unto him a great sword.”

The Red Horse is a metaphor pointing to Marxism, Communism,
the Soviet Union, socialism and the New Left of the sixties, but not limited to this.

To a great extent the counterculture and its
allied movements – which would include lesbianism and the gay rights movement as developed in the seventies in the major universities – were manifestations of the Red Horse construct of Revelation 6: 4. While the drug and hippie movements were the core of the counterculture, its allied movements included feminism, which Bill Johnson says is of the spirit of Jezebel, plus the New Left, self psychology, the art bohemians and the sex lib movement on the major campuses prior to lesbianism and gay rights.

The art bohemian movement came before the drug and hippie movements, and it tended to fizzle out sometime after the seventies. Since it was joined to the more political type Red Horse movements, it reverted to Cultural Marxism or political correctness. The shock artists of the sixties and seventies, or many of them, became tenured professors and political correctionists. Political correctness, as practiced in the universities, was and is a Red Horse movement.

“In the United States, approximately 79 million babies were born
during the Baby Boom. Much of this cohort of nineteen years
(1946-1964) grew up with Woodstock, the Vietnam War, and John F.
Kennedy as president.”

Why is 1964 the cut off year for the Baby Boomers?

“In the 1930s to early 1940s, new births in the United States averaged
around 2.3 to 2.8 million each year. In 1945, the number was 2.8
million births; it marked the beginning of the Baby Boom. In 1946, the
first year of the Baby Boom, new births in the U.S. skyrocketed to
3.47 million births!”

There were “4.3 million births in 1957 and 1961.”

“In 1964 (the final year of the Baby Boom), 4 million babies were born
in the U.S. and in 1965, there was a significant drop to 3.76 million
births. From 1965 on, there was a plunge in the number of births to a
low of 3.14 million births in 1973, lower than any year’s births since
1945! “

OK, So 1964 is given as the year the Baby Boom ended because the birth
rate in the U.S. dropped substantially by 1965.

Strictly speaking, those born before 1946 are not Baby Boomers.

However, the last generation before the Baby Boomers might also be
defined as that generation who were, to a great extent, parents of the
Baby Boomers. These are Americans born before about 1940 for the most
part, though a few born as late as 1945 could have been fathers or
mothers of some born before 1964.

What are the sociological and social psychological characteristics of
the Baby Boomers, as opposed to those who were born before the Baby
Boom years?

First, those born in the thirties, especially in the early thirties,
have some memory of what it was like during the Great Depression.
People born in the thirties had some experience of life without the
increased safeguards of the welfare state that developed during the
Baby Boom years and afterward. In part this is the connection of the
Baby Boomers with the American institutions of the Red Horse construct
– i.e. socialism.

Those born in the thirties had greater contact with that generation
which came out of the late 19th century. In the West especially,
those born in the thirties had some experience of the culture which
survived from frontier times in their parents and grandparents,
especially if their parents and grandparents were country people. The parents and grandparents of those born in the thirties west of the 98th meridian retained some of the skills, language, attitudes and culture of the frontier of the American West. Walter Prescott Webb (1888-1963) in his 1931 book, The Great Plains, defined the beginning of the American West as the 98th meridian. In South Texas where I was born and raised, the 98th meridian runs east of San Antonio, so that the area where I grew up was part of Webb’s West. Webb was influenced by the Frontier Thesis of Frederick Jackson Turner – and Webb said the Great Plains was characterized by its individualism, innovation, democracy and lawlessness. West Texas, where Webb was born and raised, is part of the Great Plains, which runs north through Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, South Dakota and North Dakota.

My father (1889-1964), for example, spent some months in California when young, but otherwise lived his entire life in the South Texas Brush country. At night in South Texas at that time, the stars were really bright, and he pointed out to me the North Star, and said the Texas trail drivers used to point their wagon tongues to the North Star when they stopped for the night, so that if it was still dark when they left camp in the morning, they knew which way to head the herd of longhorn cattle. My father didn’t read this in a book or magazine, but got it from his father who had lived among Texas trail drivers in the Sweet Home area of Lavaca county, Texas in the late 19th century, still the time of the western frontier. This suggests how parts of the frontier experience were handed down to the grandchildren of people who lived during frontier times.

American historian Frederick Jackson Turner (1861-1932) said the
frontier created American individualism and self-reliance. On

Turner gave a paper called “The Significance of the Frontier in
American History,” to a gathering of historians in 1893 in Chicago.

“The frontier,” he claimed, “is the line of most rapid
Americanization.” The presence and predominance of numerous cultural
traits — “that coarseness and strength combined with acuteness and
acquisitiveness; that practical inventive turn of mind, quick to find
expedients; that masterful grasp of material things… that restless,
nervous energy; that dominant individualism” — could all be
attributed to the influence of the frontier.”

“Individuals, forced to rely on their own wits and strength, he
believed, were simply too scornful of rank to be amenable to the
exercise of centralized political power.”

“If the frontier had been so essential to the development of American
culture and democracy, then what would befall them as the frontier
closed? It was on this forboding note that he closed his address: “And
now, four centuries from the discovery of America, at the end of a
hundred years of life under the Constitution, the frontier has gone,
and with its going has closed the first period of American history.”

The Western frontier mentality lingered on in the memories of many
Americans born in rural and small town America during the thirties and
early forties, especially west of the 98th meridian. It mostly died
out in the Baby Boomer generation.

The literary form of the Western formula story celebrates this frontier mentality in the West following the close of the War of Federal Aggression (1861-65) to about 1910. In the story grammar the white hat cowboy who is regenerated by living in a physical wilderness and by the American frontier attitude overcomes transgressive behavior. And in the formula range war Western, this cowboy of the wilderness frontier defeats the villain who is a society insider and is respected as a banker, business man or big rancher.

Michael T. Marsden in Savior In the Saddle: The Sagebrush Testament (In Jack Nachbar, Focus On the Western, 1974) says to see the Western hero “…as a coming together of certain elements from the Old and New Testaments and to see through him the creation of a Sagebrush Testament with its own ethos…The savior-like nature of the Western hero is nowhere more clearly manifested than in Gorge Steven’s masterful Shane (1953). Allan Ladd at the beginning of the film moves slowly down the Grand Teton Mountains from the West…” Shane moves into civilization and into a range war where he deals justice to the respectable villain who is stealing lands belonging to the settlers.

The Western hero is regenerated spiritually, morally, cognitively and physically by living in a physical wilderness. Will Wright in Six Guns and Society, 1975, says of the identification of the cowboy hero with the wilderness that “The East is always associated with weakness, cowardice, selfishness, or arrogance. The Western hero is felt to be good and strong because he is involved in the pure and noble wilderness, not with the contaminating civilization of the East.”

C.L. Sonnichsen in From Hopalong to Hud: Thoughts On Western Fiction, 1978, says “The American is a newcomer and not yet completely at home in his vast country. All he has is the mythical West, and he needs it desperately.”

The Baby Boomers lost a great deal of what was left of the American frontier mentality in their parents and grandparents. They lost much of the independence,
self-reliance and mistrust of big government that their parents
had. In addition, along with the infusion of Red Horse mentality
into the Baby Boomers was a spirit which led to loss of love of the
truth of Scripture, making it possible for the long infiltration of
false doctrines into the churches to speed up after
about 1970 or 1980. The Baby Boomers must have contributed to the
falling away of II Thessalonians 2: 3-4. Their participation in the counterculture
was only one reason why many of the Baby Boomers left the truth of Scripture for lies.

Paul in II Timothy 3: 1-7 wrote a very interesting prophecy of what the personality traits of people would be like in the last days. He starts this prophecy by saying “This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.” Then he goes on to say “For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy. Without natural affection, trucebreakers, fierce, despisers of those that are good. Traiters, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God. Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, Ever learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.”

Not every Baby Boomer has all these personality characteristics. But the group as a whole tends to have these traits more than older generations. Social scientists Herbert Hendin in The Age of Sensation, 1975, Christopher Lasch, in The Culture of Narcissism, 1978, and Daniel Yankelovitch, in New Rules,1982 described the
followers of the counterculture after about 1962. A great many of the traits they saw in the counterculture people are the same traits that Paul predicted when he wrote in the first century about what people would be like in the last days.

These traits Paul described are especially true of the members of the counterculture: (1) lovers of their own selves, (2) proud, (3) disobedient to parents, (4) despisers of those that are good, and (5) lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God.

There were people in the counterculture who were born before 1946, but the majority of the counterculture, the masses of young people who joined it in the late sixties and seventies were Baby Boomers. Since the masses of counterculture people were Baby Boomers, this generation was inclined to be more self-preoccupied, had a desire to serve themselves rather than others, believe they had the right to be served by others, believed that one should fulfill himself, and thought one should fulfill as many “needs” and desires as possible.

Baby Boomers as a group tended to believe, more than older generations, that appearances are very important. This did not mean, for those in the hippie and drug movements, that keeping clean and dressing conventionally were desirable.

The hippies, drug movement people, the art bohemians, the followers of self psychology and others in the counterculture rejected Christian morality, especially Christian morals against fornication, which is going from one sex partner to another and often not sticking to one partner. They did not believe that morality was given by God. These traits were more extreme in the counterculture Baby Boomers, but might be found to a lesser extent in the Baby Boomers as a generation.

Having a form of godliness but denying the power thereof might describe those Baby Boomers who were still in Christianity, but usually were church Christians. Ever learning andf never able to come to the knowledge of the truth might also describe the Baby Boomer church Christians.

Both the counterculture – the hippies, the drug people, and those in the heterosexual sex lib movement as well as the entire Baby Boomer generation to a lesser extent stressed immediate fulfillment of sensations of pleasure. They thought that expression of feelings is very important, and more important than knowing. In a sense, these counterculture movements tended to lower the person to his “Yahoo Nature,” to borrow the Yahoo image from Jonathan Swift in his book Gulliver’s Travels. In the counterculture and to a lesser degree with the Baby Boomer generation the person was reduced to his feelings, desires and conditioning – rewards and punishments, and the dopamine reward system in the mid brain.

James Lloyd of Christian Media Network broadcasts new shows at 9 AM Pacific Time on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and often also on Thursdays and the shows are replayed on other days and later in each day on:

Bill Johnson’s Breakout Studies on the Four Horsemen are at: