This photo from June 1949, captures these close girlfriends from high school, all of whom married right after WWII, all pregnant with their first child. On January 9, 1950 we had a long awaited addition to the family and with the arrival of Chip, we became a family of three. He weighed in at 6lbs 11 oz. We were so happy to have that little guy join us. We named him George Addison Field III, but it didn’t take long for his Aunt Alice to dub him “Chip.”
In February 1950 I was promoted to be the District Traffic Superintendent at Uvalde, Texas. I was the youngest District Super that they had ever had at that time. Since Chip was just one month old, Charlotte kept him in San Antonio for a couple of months before moving to Uvalde. I had 29 towns in my District, with the largest being Laredo. Most all the towns were still operated manually and had not been converted to dial. They still had operators that would answer and complete your local calls. There were about 700 employees in the district, with 55 of them being management employees. The Rio Grande River was my west boundary and the district extended east to halfway between San Antonio and Houston. I went from the hill country and Kerrville on the north to Zapata and Hebbronville on the south. It was a huge territory and I was on the road a lot. The first two years I averaged driving about 5000 miles a month trying to cover all the scattered towns.
I really loved Uvalde, a small-town of about 8500 friendly folks. It was located on Hwy 90 between San Antonio and Del Rio nestled on the Leona River at the site of one of the original Texas Forts. Fort Inge was established in the 1850’s to protect the settlers from the Indians and as a stage stop. I drove up and parked right at the back door of my office, which was less than ten minutes from home.
I could walk anywhere in town. When I walked the three blocks to the bank on the square it would sometimes take more than an hour because you stopped to visit with friends on the way down and then again on the way back to the office.
We had our municipal airport named Garner Field for hometown hero John Nance Garner, Vice President under Roosevelt. Finding your way around was pretty easy. Downtown was centered on the courthouse. The streets around the courthouse were named appropriately: North Street, South Street, East Street and West Street.
My supervision was pretty loose in Uvalde. The “memo” in the photo came from Dick Goodson, my boss, who I had not seen for about two months. I had received an increase every six months since I had arrived in Uvalde. Since I received another increase in February of 1951, I guess I was doing a good job!
Photo of 1950’s Uvalde found here.