Thursday, March 26, 2009

President Lyndon B. Johnson Ranch and Fredricksburg, TX 3-26-2009

The Sauer-Beckmann Living History Farm is across the Pedernales River from the LBJ Ranch. It represents the typical farm that existed here in the mid to late 1800s. What a beautiful afternoon. We had driven through a very fierce thunder storm.
These sheep roam the yard.
The ram was amazingly docile.

I just liked this shot and the one below.

She is making cheese.
And we complain about shortage of counter space.
Picturesque.
The kitchen is in the building on the left, helping to prevent any fire from getting the house.

Tyler, Blake, and Austin, this is mistletoe. It attaches to a tree and grows there.
The house where President Johnson was born. It is down the road from the main house.
This is the view of the Pedernales River from the front of the Johnson main house.

Sorry about the window glare. This is President Johnson's office at his Texas White House. It is the only room visitors can see. Mrs. Johnson died in 2007 and the National Park Service is in the process of restoring the house to what it looked like during the 1960s and 70s. One of their biggest problems is finding shag carpet to match what was there during that period.
The Johnson Texas White House.
The graves of Lady Bird and President Lyndon Baines Johnson. The flowers are on her site. She doesn't have a stone yet.
We left the ranch and drove about 25 miles to Fredricksburg, TX for dinner. This is a really cute town founded by Germans. Present day residents play up that heritage so Ted got to eat some delicious German food. We then drove the 70 miles back to the coach. We went through Marble Falls, another really pretty town in the Hill Country. If it hadn't been so late, we would have enjoyed exploring it.

1 comment:

Jill Evans said...

Looks like Living History to me! I didn't know that Mistletoe grew like that, thanks for new information! You two are living the retired life, and obviously enjoying yourselves.

PS Retirement Party, May 22, Wed. 3:30pm, St. Rita's
If you are in our neck of the woods!
Jill Evans