A light hearted response... my great grandmother, Ella Bruffet, loved living in her large, comfortable Kansas City home. Her husband was with the railroad — requiring the family to move to and at the company’s whim. I can only imagine her utter dismay when he was transferred to Petty, Texas— a tiny, rural community about 30 miles east of Paris, Texas near the Oklahoma border. She said she never forgot the feeling of stepping off that train with 5 small children and their trunks... instead of city buildings, early cars, and even electric lights, all she could see was miles of black land cotton fields, cows, a horse drawn buckboard, and about a dozen or so houses scattered about. “Downtown” was the one store with the post office. Being April 1, 1895, she said it was the worst April Fool’s joke she ever had.