"Denison started to be a town, and it surely was a tough one. Towns north started as the railroad came along. Several houses were built down in the bottom and a depot and town-site laid off with a man by name of Captain Faulkner selling town lots. There were two saloons, a dance hall, a hotel, and a few dwellings, a turn table for cars, two or three big wells. Both tracks (M. K. & T. and H. & T. C.) ran side by side up to Denison." -from recollections of John Malcolm, ferryman on the Red River (1)
After leaving the park we rode into Denison which did not exist until years after the first stagecoach wheeled into Texas heading for Sherman. Everything about Denison exuded 'railroad.' The townsite was laid out on land bought and prepared for the arrival of the Katy railroad in the early 1870's. It was even named after its vice-president, George Denison. Just like the military forts, entrepreneurs and opportunists built to cater to vices as well as orderly businesses: saloons, gambling joints, prostitution brothels and the ubiquitous tents. (Ironically, tents could be called the first 'architectural' feature of early American architecture.)
By 1886, the town's first post office opened. In addition to the Katy, by the early 1900's seven other railroad connected Denison with points east, west, north and south. Dension rigned as the state's most important railroad town. Even today, railroad tracks still crisscross the town.
I was tossed into the world of 'Coincidence' when I learned that Denison was the home of the noted horticulturalist Thomas Munson, whose brothers were amongst the town's founders. While living in Oregon, I conducting research in fruit plant diseases. Munson was best known throughout the field for his collection and breeding of disease-resistant grapes. Most of today's cultivars can be traced back to his collection of the mid to late 1800's. His work was acknowledged by the French govenment which named him an honorary member of the French Legion and named Cognac, France, a sister city to Denison. Ten years later and I was tossed back into my own past.
Along a street paved in brick stand historical St. Luke's Episcopal Church. Construction began in 1875 with the main portion of the church still standing. Over the many decades the church has expanded and still commands presence on the brick-paved street and stately trees sheltering its sidewalks.
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