I MUST CONFESS: WHEN DISCUSSING ideas for a road trip this past month, I stated rather rashly to my ever-patient friends that the idea of travel in Texas was limiting. After all, when an e-mail to my family in Spain takes two seconds, when I can witness events in Iraq as they happen, and when I can instant-message old classmates in every corner of the world, what allure does my back yard hold, if I have whole continents at my fingertips? My friends, enlightened as they are, suggested that maybe—just maybe—the limiting factor was not the state but my perspective. The fact that Texas had been compared with “a whole other country” was surely not just a tourism ploy?
So I have set out to investigate. A few weeks ago, as I pored over a state map and considered my friends’ words, I was struck again by how Texas is not only huge but also geographically and ethnically diverse. And there was another, more surprising, aspect: a wealth of place names that hint at a global awareness. (Consider Paris, Praha, and Dublin. Or Palestine. You get the picture.) Now, if you can visit places like New York or Turkey or Egypt without ever crossing a state line, why leave Texas? I was intrigued. And thus I embark on my journeys with a new purpose: a Texan’s guide to international travel.
And what better place to start than in Athens, the cradle of Western civilization? Named after its Greek counterpart in the hopes that it too would become a thriving cultural center, Athens, Texas, claims to be the Black-Eyed Pea Capital of the World. As the county seat for Henderson County, it boasts, among other things, the Texas Freshwater Fisheries Center (an aquatic nature center and hatchery with more than 300,000 gallons-worth of aquariums), the East Texas Arboretum and Botanical Society, a scuba park, and the Henderson County Historical Museum. A fiddling contest every May and a (now defunct) annual black-eyed pea festival put Athens on the map throughout the state and nationwide. And while one might venture to say that Texas Athenians have not had as far-reaching a legacy as Greek Athenians, consider this cultural impact: Athens, Texas, is the birthplace of the hamburger.
I arrived in town on a Saturday in June after a beautiful drive through East Texas. I rolled through its streets at tortoise speed behind other cars; life here is a slow affair. The pace let me take in my surroundings—particularly beautiful are the historic homes along East Tyler Street, their architectural styles ranging from Victorian to Colonial. On the main square, where I parked, rises the Henderson County courthouse, an imposing building of brown brick surrounded by oak and magnolia trees. Its roof and columns reminded me, funnily enough, of the Greek Parthenon, but without any friezes that Lord Elgin would covet.
I had been told that Athens is known for its antiques stores, so after a quick lunch, I wandered in and out of a few shops on the courthouse square and in the area named Athens Alley, a block away. Ungifted as I am in the ways of shopping, I was quickly overwhelmed by the decorative furniture, stained glass, pewter dishes, and old rat traps until a notice inside the shop Somewhere in Time made me laugh: “Unruly children will be bronzed and sold as sculptures.” I recalled the sky-bearing Titan Atlas and concluded that, had Medusa’s ghastly stare not turned him into stone, he would have made a perfect bronze statue in this part of Texas.
Wandering back out into the afternoon sun, I happened upon the Henderson County Historical Museum, which is housed in the Faulk-Gauntt Building on Prairieville Street. If not an antiques shopper, I have a definite weakness for history museums, so I ventured inside without a second thought. It would be the highlight of my day. Sarah Brown, a member of the Henderson County Historical Society who was overseeing the museum that day, spent several hours walking me through its treasures. We had the place to ourselves, so I got full explanations on everything from Native American artifacts and Civil War items (including a flag flown at some of the major battles) to farm tools and old doctor’s instruments. Particularly amusing were some mustache cups, with special rims to keep men’s handlebar mustaches dry. The second floor of the museum recreates a turn-of-the-century kitchen (complete with a wood-burning stove), schoolroom, bedroom, bathroom, and law office; I felt like I had walked back in time as Sarah recounted the individual histories of the clothes, quilts, kitchen supplies, and office paraphernalia. Also in the museum were artifacts relating to Jess Sweeten, the famed tough sheriff from Athens who gunned down Gerald Johnson, the Dallas Kid, in 1943.
From the museum, Sarah directed me to the old site of the B&B Cafe, on the south side of the courthouse square. The cafe, which opened in the thirties, was allegedly named for its owners Walter and Clyde Barrow. Legend has it that Clyde’s girlfriend, Bonnie, would go with him to the back door of the cafe for a meal while Jess Sweeten ate in front. The image of