Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Touring Texas Towns and Unique Attractions That Are Close to Home (Beaumont, Newman's Castle, Fanthorp Inn State Historic Site)

When Dad had his major heart issues in 2023, we remained on our leased lot in East Texas for most of the year and did no traveling with our RV.    Instead, we took day trips or long weekend getaways to Texas locations within a 5-hour radius of home, traveling predominantly via Maximus the Trike.  We toured Tyler, Nacogdoches, Fredericksburg, and visited several Texas Revolution historical areas, just to name a few.

 

Now that Dad is feeling better, we revived this plan of getting out of Livingston during Dad’s “off-treatment” weeks.  Hence, we loaded into my Rambling RV Rat Pack Rubicon and headed to Beaumont, a port city along the Neches River.

 

With free parking and modest admission of $5/adult, the Texas Energy Museum was a great place to start our tour of Beaumont.  The interesting and informative displays tell the history of oil—from geology, to production and refining.  I learned 50% of every barrel of oil produces gasoline for vehicles, 40% goes to kerosene, heating oil, diesel, jet, and other fuels, and 5% creates greases, asphalt, and lubricants. The last 5% is feedstock for petrochemicals used to make a variety of items including aspirin and carpeting.  I was surprised to learn that Beaumont started as a farming (rice was the predominant crop) and lumber town.  But the Spindletop boom of January 20, 1901, where oil gushed for 9 days, up to 150 feet in the air, changed the course of Beaumont’s economy.  (We visited the Spindletop site a few years ago. You can read more about that here: https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/7416354527052845038/8056816545793712313)

 



Look at all those fossils!




Everything in this plastic tube is made from oil!  I see lots of items that we ALL use on a regular basis!


This exhibit depicted Spindletop.  


Next door to the Texas Energy Museum is the Art Museum of Southeast Texas.  This is a very small exhibit hall.  But it has free admission, so what the heck, in we went.  And I was glad we did!  All of the exhibits were truly amazing.


Tree of Life with Adam and Eve.


The exhibit featuring the works of Felix "Fox" Harris was my absolute favorite.  Felix, born in 1905, could neither read nor write.  But after he retired as a foreman from a construction company, Felix had a vision from God to make "something from nothing".  Hence, his creations that epitomize the "reuse, restore, recycle" mantra of the stewards of our environment.

 




My tummy was telling me it needed some grub.  So, we walked to the Crockett Street Entertainment District, which is home to several restaurants and historic buildings.  We elected to dine at Riverside Grille.  Great ambiance, an extensive menu, delicious food, top-notch service, and a chance to meet some aquatic friends.  It was an excellent choice!

 


Some of the historic buildings along Crockett Street.


This turtle is one...


...of my new aquatic friends at Riverside Grille.


Afterwards, we walked to further explore the city.

 


Artwork sure does beautify electric boxes.


Statue of George O'Brien Millard, a prominent Beaumont community member during the late 1800s.

The inscription on Millard's statue.

Exterior of St. Anthony Cathedral Basilica.


Interior of St. Anthony Cathedral Basilica.


Performers were dancing to celebrate the feast day of St. Anthony.


Huge fire hydrant statue outside the Firefighters' Museum.

Coming from New Jersey and having known several victims of the tragedy personally, we are always touched by 9/11 memorials.

First Baptist Church built in 1903 is now a public library.

City Hall Auditorium for the Performing Arts.


It was a great day of fun and a wonderful escape from life at medical facilities.

 

On another day we drove for about 2 hours along several scenic secondary roads to Bellville, TX.  We stopped to say hi to Steve Austin.  


"The Father of Texas" stands in Bellville, the seat of Austin County.


But our destination was Newman’s Castle, a unique rural home built by the very quirky Bellville resident, Mike Newman.

 



Mike was one of those free-spirit types.  In his early 20s, he was a potato chips maker.  But he got bored easily and didn’t like "working for the man".  Hence, he became a jack of all trades, master of some.

 

In 1983 Mike opened Newman’s Bakery, despite knowing little about baking.  But he was successful in turning it into a profitable business for himself.  He eventually sold the bakery, but it still bears his name and is well known throughout this region of Texas.  

 

In 1985, he purchased 20 acres of land to build his rural retreat.  But he had a difficult time deciding what style of architecture.  Then a friend used that adage, “A man’s home is his castle” and the light bulb went off!


With work commencing in 1998, Mike built this unusual home that contains 4,200 square feet of living quarters, a moat, chapel, and even a dungeon!  Though he moved into the home in 2006, Mike continued to add to the structure.

 









Mike sketched himself in sand and then built a castle turret that could accommodate a tub to fit his body size. 

The oldest part of the structure...

...is this cozy circular room.


Chapel.




Dungeon.

No castle would be complete without a throne for its king!



Mike built this place almost single-handedly.  Initially, he would hire a contractor like a plumber or an electrician.  Like a studious apprentice, he would watch what they did.  Then, he would fire them and do the balance of the work himself.

 

Though Mike had several marriages (and subsequent divorces), he had only one child with his first wife.  Yet when Mike died in 2024, the task of Castle Keeper fell to his nephew Chad.  Chad and his wife Amanda do not reside in the castle; instead, they offer event space and overnight sleep accommodations for rent.

 

 

Chad, who narrated our tour, was interesting and entertaining, beguiling guests with funny stories of the antics of his uncle.  The $12/adult ticket price is well worth it.  Remember, though, you must make reservations online in advance for tours—no ticket sales allowed on premises.

 

 

We had a deluge of rain right as our tour was ending, so we didn’t have an opportunity to hike the few trails associated with the property.  But the rain did not stop us from visiting Newman's Bakery to savor some sweet treats.


 




We stopped for a late lunch/early dinner at Joe’s Italian Grill in Navasota, Texas (which is operated by the same proprietor as the Joe’s Italian Grill in our hometown).  The calzone was tasty, and the pizza was thin crusted and baked to perfection, with a cheese “bubble” for me on every slice.


Mural in Navasota.

 

Our final visit that day was to Fanthorp Inn State Historic Site in Anderson, Texas.

 

Henry Fanthorp emigrated from England to the U.S.A. in 1818.  After arrival in Texas in 1832 (when Texas was still part of Mexico), he purchased 1,106 acres of land for $76.61.  Two years later, he built his 2-room home, placed strategically on the road that crossed his land.  Hence, with the addition of a second floor in 1840, he was successful in transforming that small homestead into a 17-room resting place for stagecoach passengers and other travelers.

 




The natural cedar wood is ORIGINAL, as are all floors, doors, and lead windows within the building.  And there is an area where you can view graffiti dating to 1840 that was found during the restoration work. 



The costumed docent was glad to see us--business was slow due to rain.

The bedroom utilized by Mr. Fanthorp and his wife.


Mr. Fanthorp utilized slaves on his premises.  Some slaves were tasked with pulling the cords to move the "fans" above the table.


Though technically the tour was “free”, we made the “suggested donation” of $3/person.  We didn’t take the buggy ride since it was raining and muddy.

 

As you can see, there is loads of fun stuff to do within a few hours drive from Livingston.  Next up, I'll tell ya about our trip to Austin.


In the meantime, how sick is this:  Independence Day decorations were no where to be found by July 6 but Halloween yard decorations were on display--on July 24!


Lowe's is rushing the season a bit--These were already on display by July 24!


And, once again, we thank all who have been reaching out and praying for us.  It means the world to us.


I'll talk to you again soon!

Wednesday, July 22, 2026

Celebrating America's 250th and Dad's Improved Quality of Life

Howdy from hot, humid East Texas, where you feel as sticky as a Hot Shot No Pest Strip!  But I am grateful that we did not suffer from flooding like so many folks in other Texas counties.


It has been quite a while since I blogged, so I thought I would give you an update on Dad's cancer journey.  He just finished his third cycle of Padcev/Keytruda chemo/immuno- therapies.  Thankfully, he has not experienced any negative side effects.  On the contrary, some encouraging things have resulted!  Dad’s heart is back in normal rhythm after being in constant a-fib for 2+ years!  The pain in his abdominal/pelvic areas has lessened considerably.  So, pain is manageable with only his holistic remedies (wild lettuce tea, frankincense, and myrrh) and a rare Tylenol, all of which have been approved by his oncologist.


                                        

 

With pain reduced and managed better, Dad’s appetite has returned, so his weight has stabilized.  He has a lot more energy and has increased his activity level substantially.  He is sleeping better, which means Mom is too, though she still looks exhausted.  But that is attributable to the frustration and stress of dealing with providers whose staff are unfamiliar with/misunderstand the nuances of our faith-based health-sharing plan.  Combine that with the use of third-party billing companies, the required use of portals to communicate with providers, and language barriers that hinder proper communication when you finally reach a live agent, and you’ve got Mom spending hours on the phone while pulling out her hair—and her New Jersey attitude.

 

It is disgusting that the Hippocratic oath has been replaced with the hypocritic oath and that providing healthcare is no longer a vocation but only a job.  Many moons ago, healthcare was a non-profit business, operated predominantly by religious organizations.  Now it is a multi-billion-dollar industry, with the health of a patient secondary to making money.  We had a bad experience in 2017,

 (https://ramblingrvrat.blogspot.com/2017/11/)

but this one topped it.  We handed in our faith-based health plan card when Dad had his Emergency Room (ER) visit in Lake Havasu Regional Medical Center in AZ.  It was not until minutes before Dad was discharged in the wee hours of a Friday morning that we were informed that our health plan would not be accepted as payment, and we would need to pay out of pocket.  We were presented with an “estimate of charges”—which was over $20,000.  Oh, but out of the goodness of their hearts, they would cut that bill in half because we would be self-paying.  We had 7 calendar days (NOT business days, mind you) to pay it in full to qualify for another small discount.  If we opted to put it through our health plan and make the provider wait for payment, all discounts would be off the table, and we would be balance-billed for anything our plan did not cover.  So, feeling pressured with a damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don't scenario, Mom made the decision to pay the discounted cost personally and send the expense to our health-sharing plan for reimbursement.  In the long run, it turned out to be the most cost effective, even though out of the nearly $10,000 that we paid, our faith-based health plan deemed only $3,800 to be “reasonable and customary”.  We hold nothing against them for their determination.  It was obscene what the ER charged, even at the discounted rate.  Mom learned later that the hospital is owned by the providers who work there.  Yet, these same providers are NOT employees but instead contract workers provided through a third-party employer.  Guess that is their way of alleviating any conflict of interest.         

  

In between dealing with medical-related issues for Dad, Mom is in training. She is learning tasks that Dad would handle normally like monthly maintenance of our water softener, semi-annual water filter changes, and pumping fuel in my Rambling RV Rat Pack Rubicon.  I know the latter sounds trite.  However, Mom lived in New Jersey for 3/4 of her life, where it is UNLAWFUL to pump your own fuel!  Crazy, ain’t it!  One thing Mom realized she could not take on was filling the 40-pound propane tanks.  She is “strong like bull” and could probably get the tanks in and out of the Jeep.  But there was no way she would be able to lift a filled tank into the RV drawer. And while a local propane company will come into the RV Park for tank fills, they do not do so for small tanks.  So, she spent $2,000 purchasing and filling a 120-gallon tank delivered right to our site.  That’s enough propane for a couple of years, so we are all set! 

 

 

It is so encouraging to see Dad more like his normal self.  We won't know definitively how effective treatments really have been until his next scans in early September.  But we are grateful in the meantime for his improved quality of life, and we are taking part in more of our regular activities like line dancing and pickleball in Cold Spring, TX, though significantly less often (and with less intensity) than we once did.  We have continued our weekly commitment volunteering at the Mannafest Food Pantry.  Dad has been attending his Masonic Lodge meetings consistently and is getting more involved, now serving as “Tiler”.  Though Mom supports Dad in all his efforts, she is not a fan of fraternal organizations.  So, she refuses to join the Eastern Star (his Masonic Lodge’s all-female auxiliary).  Instead, she helps the FAITH Military Support Group with assembling monthly care packages for members of the armed forces stationed throughout the world.    

 

Dad's installation ceremony for new Masonic Lodge officers.



Mom on the assembly line for military care packages.


We have been participating in more activities within our RV Park, too, including potlucks and the golf cart parade to celebrate our country’s 250th Independence Day.



Luau-themed potluck at the Park Clubhouse...


...was enjoyed by all.

Dad got out his jumbo flag for the USA 250th!






Speaking of July 4th, we enjoyed viewing the newly-released movie, Young Washington.   The theater was packed, with us snagging 3 of the last 6 seats, albeit in the cranked neck section (first row).  We also participated in the holiday festivities at Livingston’s Pedigo Park, which included music, vendors, bounce houses and other kiddie activities.  Mom and Dad helped at the FAITH Military Support Group table, which accepted donations for the hot diggity dogs they served.  That evening we visited Lake Life Brewery which featured musical entertainment by a talented young local artist, Anthony Walls, and some great fireworks along the waterfront.  We are thankful that the holiday was safe and enjoyable for us.  Hope it was for you, too.  And I pray that we can all put aside political differences to realize that despite our country’s flaws, we are blessed to live in the United States of America.

 



What fun I had on this slide!









We have taken some fun day trips when Dad is not scheduled for any cancer treatments/doctor appointments, which I will tell you about in my next blog.

 

Lastly, I would be remiss if I didn’t take a moment to express my gratitude and that of my parents to all of you who reached out, whether through a FB or blog post, phone call, or text, to offer words of encouragement, to lift up prayers, or to send a virtual hug.  We truly appreciate your kindness and moral support.