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on November 10, 2007 at 10:44:15 am
 

A (Collective) History of Johnson City, TX

 

Although I was born and raised in Austin, I usually think of my "home" sitting in the hills by the Pedernales River, a few miles outside the humble town of Johnson City. If you were just passing through and weren't paying attention, you just might miss it. But upon a further inspection, my "home in the hills" is a place unlike any other.

 

 

 

In previous pages, I have spoken about the effects of moving from a city like Austin to the small hill country town of Johnson City. What I neglected to describe was process of becoming an "active agent" within the town whether one intends to or not. By this I mean in a city, your actions will more than likely go unnoticed in the larger scheme of things. In a small town, your actions permeate the entire landscape, dare I say collective conscious, of everyone living there.

 

 

In this way, everyone also must buy into the collective history of little ol' Johnson City, whether they agree with its telling or not. And as I came to know, Johnson City has a very rich tradition of history surrounding its namesake, Lyndon Baines Johnson, the thirty-sixth President of the United States. And while you may not be familiar with this president on your way in, before you left town you were bound to have an idea about him. Johnson City and its citizens are very proud of their former president and first lady (who may be more popular than her husband in retrospect), and there is no hesitation to tell you.

 

 

Small Town Livin'

 

Living in a tiny town of 2,500 will teach you a thing or two about good friends. Without much to distract us in the form of entertainment, me and my friends had to create our own fun.

 

This usually became a camping escapade or a meeting around a campfire to play music and tell stories.

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