John Ewers and Margaret Sapp are my great, great grandparents. Should would've liked to have known them. Their son, William, must've been a real cutter. Him and his wife Mary had my grandfather, Ollie, down in Mexico. After they returned to Texas, I think William got shot and killed. Ollie, my grandfather, was my best friend down in Alice Texas before he died at age 70 with stomach cancer. I was about 6-years old. He was quite a character...could speak Mexican as good as English. Over 300 came to his funeral...mostly Mexicans. They called him "Rocky" 'cause he had a chance to lease the land that yielded the rocks for the Lake Corpus Christi dam, but he decided to go play dominoes instead. He never worked for anybody...raised a family of 8 as a peanut farmer, killin' and sellin' cottontail rabbits, buildin' fences, sellin' cow manure, makin' fishin' nets...just about anything he could do to survive and avoid workin' for somebody else. Nobody ever met him that didn't like him. My dad, Floyd, drove a truck in the oilfield for 50 years. Me...U.S. Air Force for 30 years.