Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Milam Building

John Henry's office was located in the Milam Building, in downtown San Antonio.

After he passed the CPA exam (around 1950?), he started his own accounting business. I believe one of his early clients was KACB Radio, which also had their office in the same building. Another was the San Antonio Country Club, which was managed by Klaus Andersen. Klaus and his wife became good friends with John and Bernice.

A San Antonio builder, Lloyd Denton, was involved with John's business, either as an investor or as a partner.

Around this time, John served as Treasurer of Grace Presbyterian Church in northwest San Antonio. I think Bernice served as organist.


Thursday, February 7, 2008

9/23/34

My sense of distance – especially where any great distance is concerned – is very tricky and my conception of the location of foreign countries is apt to merge into the mysterious. Mexico and Canada are properly situated in my mental picture of the world. When Mexico is mentioned in conversation, somewhere in my consciousness is registered a security in the fact that Mexico is “so many” hundred miles to my left or over yon hill-top, to be more concise. If a conversational gesture is needed, no second-thought is necessary to jerk a thumb in the direction of Mexico, Canada or any one of the United States. But out of this range, places and peoples merge into a dim geographical twilight, and their mention will call up only remembered names, racial peculiarities, famous buildings, or characteristic pictures of the country, and often an image of the shape of the country’s boundaries gained from study in a geography or territorial map of some kind. This discourse was impelled by the broadcast just now from the summit of Jung Frau Mountain, highest point in Switzerland. Something to think about this – Sounds of a train, of human voices high above Berne, where the temperature was -4° C. at 7 o’clock in the evening.

6/27/34

In a man’s lifetime comes a time when he needs someone to respect him, love him, and look to him for protection, and under the guiding hand of Nature, which is God, he himself creates that someone.

6/13/34

Here’s hoping the day will not be long coming when an employe [sic] may bargain with his employer in a manner suited to the dealings of two traders, both of whom have something of a known value which can be measured for its worth in a given quantity from the store of the other. While commodity prices have dropped to maybe half or one-third, the market for employment dropped out of sight. An employer knows he holds in his little industry a strong power of persuasion which he can exercise with little fear of losing a good trade. He knows that all his opposing bargainer can do is bluff; and all he has to do to call the bluff is pass on to the next man – there are plenty of others standing in line.

The employer who throws up to his employes the fact that hundreds are waiting, willing to step into their places, and uses that to enforce long hours, doubled duties, and slashed wages gives little room for all of the little extras that make effort and industry a fair trade – and then some – for the dollars and cents paid out for it. The conscientious worker puts in more time than his eight hours a day would indicate. In the first place, that man more than likely had to learn his trade with no small expenditure of money and time. Behind his ability are years of servitude at small wages, study, and worry incident to selecting an occupation. The conscientious worker, furthermore, spends part of his wages and part of his spare time improving his own capacities and acquiring the latest information relative to his trade. It is not likely that a man’s mind is entirely vacant of his daily routine when he goes home at night, and no doubt many weighty problems are solved in the wakeful hours of the early night. The employer is not charged with this time, and yet they are the best hours of a man’s life. The conscientious worker is always an advertisement for his employer, and that is about 16 hours a day – twice the time he turns in.

5/24/34

Rain, the great equalizer – it gets the rich man just as wet as the poor one, if we get out in it together.

If it hadn’t rained today, I would have gone to S.A.[1] to be fitted for a pair of glasses. Now, I don’t know when I shall be able to go.



[1] San Antonio.

5/23/34

Idea for a story: treat two characters separately, telling first of one and then the other, dividing time evenly and in short doses – now here, now there, here, there, etc. bringing each to the climax without meeting the other until then; Fate! (similiar [sic]: O. Henry’s Roads of Destiny)

5/22/34

Socialism will never succeed: the underdog, coming into a comfortable living, will never be content unless when he drives along in his Chevrolet he can dust the ashes from his “two-for-a-nickel” cigar into the hat of his neighbor afoot.

An article in “The Parade” is titled “In the North Woods.” Facetiously, I prefer “The Canadian North Woods Mountains Puleese.”