about that story i alluded to last week…
here we have the noah cox house which sits way down in south texas in the little town of roma along the rio grande. the house is a recorded texas historic landmark.
let’s take a closer look at that balcony shall we?
now let me introduce noah cox. he was my great, great grandfather. he was also commissioner of indian affairs, signer of the texas order of secession of 1861, an officer in the confederate army and county attorney. a real busy fellow and an early pioneer of roma.
my sister dottie the geneologist and holder of family secrets sent me these photos and an old note about an incident involving N.C.
oh and also of course he was married to my great great grandmother rosaura barrera. here she is:
i believe that jailhouse attack ultimately led to the death of N.C. but g.g. grandma rosaura kept him forever more in a locket brooch pinned to her dress. you can see here:
about 100 years after the house was built. our old friend john steinbeck was just wrapping up his screenplay Viva Zapata! if you happen to have steinbeck’s book of letters i was yammering on about a couple of posts back, you can read about him working on the screenplay and everything happening in his life at the time. interesting stuff.
anyway back to the movie…
it was filmed in roma and a few scenes happen right there inside noah & rosaura’s house.
my great great grand pappy noah probably rolled over in his grave a half dozen times when he heard about the idea to take a horse to the upstairs balcony during the filming and have it leap down onto the street. my dearly departed aunty critch was living in rio grande at the time (she moved to LA in the 70’s) and it’s she that relayed this story to me many times over the years. anthony quinn, marlon brando, outlaws, balconies and horses. it’s really a story that’s got all of your bases covered.
then there’s me. minding my own business up in pacific grove and discovering that john steinbeck former owner of the cottage i stayed in wrote VIVA ZAPATA! holy shiz balls! now that’s a good story!
well at least it sure seemed like one last week when i was reading that book of letters up at the old steinbeck property.
so that my friends, is the rest of the story. happy friday. sweet dreams. and all that jazz.