Tawsburg : A New Era

The tale of old days. How much to tell and how much to not speak of. That is a question I dwell on now. My grandfather was a wise man. He taught me wisdom in actions, discipline in work and how to see things around me that I might otherwise miss. He raised me after my father died. So much has changed, so I must put pen to paper and tell you my tale. My name is Steven Bakedpotato. My grandfather, BP to most told me to always tell the truth and to tell it all, so here goes my attempt at the story of TawsBurg : A New Era. This year, nineteen hundred and thirty one, so different from grandpa’s day of the old west. The town has changed so much. I still have the photos that were taken around the time of the great Gang War and later when the President of the United States came to town. Much has been recorded of those days, but, they left some things out that I will try to update you on.

The streets are different now. No longer mud or packed dirt, but concrete. The school house is now a building with over one hundred students attending. Life is so much different now. The town survived the Civil War. The one that put brother against brother, friend against friend. That one happened just a few short years after the President came to town. The country saw James Buchanan come and go as president and then the big election, at least at the time. There was much anger in the election of the next president. His name was Abraham Lincoln. He had the hardest time any president could have. The town was not without casualties, but they were few. The town missed a lot of the fighting that took so many lives.

Tawsburg recovered and began to grow again. It saw times of peace and prosperity. It saw the first of the Automobile, called horseless carriages. A site that it was. Horse and rider, though they had the right of way, often more than not, were spooked by the infernal noise those machines made. I would laugh myself silly as the horses would dance around. But I almost got caught laughing one day when a rider got thrown.

Tawsburg also saw the turn of the century. There was much celebrating then. A new year and a new century all in one. A festive time for all. My grandfather saw the building of the hospital, named after Dr. Esquilax. The Esquilax Memorial Hospital, it was. He died a few years before and the town thought it good to name it after him as Dr. Taw already had the town named after his family. His death hit a lot of people, but, today his granddaughter carries on the family tradition. She is a fine surgeon in her own right, even though many in the business world frown on a working woman. The turn saw a lot of losses of friends and loved ones. But it also saw the new beginnings of another generation. So many to tell of, where to start. But lest I forget, the hardest time of all.

It was called the Great War. Never was one like it before, and many believe there never will again. President Wilson declared war on Germany that brought Americans into the fight. Only a few from the town were of needed age to fight and were called up. The war over the ocean. Hard to imagine what it was like. So many died in it. Such a hard time for all.

Then as if the country needed more heaped on it, came the Great Depression only a couple of years ago. It had been growing fro the early nineteen twenties up to the stock market crash of nineteen twenty nine. The town had grown up till this time. Business had risen with the active marketing brought out west by the railroads. Times became hard for people. But, as always, the town pulled together, sharing what was needed, none going without. The town had always been about family. From the days of Bargib as sheriff and Indy running the paper, to sw teaching in the school room. They and we all look out for each other, no matter what. Never giving up hope. And we survived all that the world threw us.

Now that I have you a little closer to the present, I will tell you of the changes around the town and introduce you to the people here. Family business’s stayed in the families a lot of the time. The children following the ways fo their fathers who followed their fathers in that old west town ages ago.

Thus begins my story. I run the Emporium called The Download. I know, after all these years, I could not bring myself to change the name. After all, my grandfather, Bakedpotato built it from the ground up. I see him every where in the store. I still sell all manner of goods and hang announcements for projects for people to see. Information is every where for any who need it. I let my daughter help out from time to time, but I want her to study hard in school.

The only business that has fallen away, was the livery stable. With the new carriages arriving, there was not much need of it, so the owner sold it and moved to a place on the edge of the county There was still need of having horses shod. Saddles could be bought there for riding. This was after all, the west. The horse would never disappear all together.

Edited by - Finalday on 8/1/2004 5:53:38 PM

Dr. Esky's dead? Ah well, no-one lives forever .

Nice work, Finale.

Hey, you got a daughter to carry on the war with Taw.

The progression from 1844 to 1931 takes a toll on folks.

A daughter, eh? Who's the mother? *Leaves self open to jokes*

ok, lets get off the track of death and destruction. Who from the original cast ISN'T dead?

Nice story anyway, the progression from the horse-drawn carriage, winchester rifles and home grown pets to the age of cars, automatic weapons and store-bought veggies certainly isnt one that many people smile at. But youve done it quite well!

It's not going that far into the future. People will still be here, just as grandchildren. Each will have a replacement, except one. That one will be left for a surprise.

Final, I am Honoured by this.. really I am.

I hope I gave you some good ones to work with. otherwise, every good stry was always told in threefold.

where am i in this?

hmmmm...

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but, today his granddaughter carries on the family tradition. She is a fine surgeon in her own right, even though many in the business world frown on a working woman.

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After Esky's legacy shouldn't that be shaking heads?? like

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but, today his granddaughter carries on the family tradition. She is a fine surgeon in her own right, even though many in the business would shake their heads upon a working woman

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The only business that has fallen away, was the livery stable. With the new carriages arriving, there was not much need of it, so the owner sold it and moved to a place on the edge of the county There was still need of having horses shod. Saddles could be bought there for riding. This was after all, the west. The horse would never disappear all together. *

We have a Hospital now, a court house and a public library. The city news paper was run by two of the late Indy’s grandchildren. A young man and a young lady. Twins, that have an insatiable nose for news, just like their grandfather. They hold a joint chief editor position as well as owner. There are five departments and it is put out daily with a Saturday edition that rounds out the week with updates on top stories.

The Police station has an engraved plaque on the wall at the entrance. “To uphold the law, use wisdom and have mercy with justice”. An honor to the late Bargib. He lived to the age of ninety eight. His death in nineteen o’seven hit hard to those who remembered him. The kind face, the concern for the town and it people. Always ready to help when needed. He would have been proud of the new town. There were one hundred and ten officers on the force to keep the streets safe. All sworn to follow the example that Bargib had set. Even though he had no children to follow in his footsteps, he had many aspire to be like him. There were many on the force that were there because of him, so they were like his children that he did not have. Growing up and making him proud.

The Forum, as it was once called, was torn down and the land cleared off. People wanted something better, bigger, so they built. From the ashes of the Forum, came, TLR. A whole new type of forum. Less of a bar, but more for peoples entertainment and enjoyment. It had even divided off some areas within it so people could discuss all manner of topics. Some talked about anything that came to mind in one room, while others talked about the town in another room. Many topics were to be found. Even ones for inspiring writers.


The School was a joint building. Divided in half, one part devoted to elementary students and the other to secondary students. The would graduate after twelve years of study to join the work force or to continue their education in a larger city at a university. Some of which did. The principle of the school was a middle aged man by the name of Carl WolfDemon. The grandson of Wolfy and sycho_warrior. His grandmother and mother kept after him to inspire him and now he was an accomplished writer with some well known novels published. He even gathered sw’s writings and put them together into a book and had it published as a tribute. He had a lot of creativity in whatever he did.

Chips, his future took a different turn. He left the sheriffs department just after the presidents visit. He kept after his inventing and mock-ups that he created. Now, his son and grandson continue the work. They have a science lab on the edge of town. Dedicated to Chips ideas of improvement and adventure. They worked hard at it, even if people did not understand what it was all for. A “new discovery” was reported to be on the horizon. The building was even built over the grounds where the evolutions mod was created many years ago.

Edited by - Finalday on 8/2/2004 6:06:33 PM

Hmmmmm, I think the Third installment doesn't have the popularity that it deserves... Maybe it was too quick??

Maybe too may sound bytes?

*Starts to wonder when he comes in* So far so good!

Due to late hours at work, the writing has been slowed down. I hope to get a little more work on it soo, but at least this weekend.
@Indy, sound bytes?

This part will be differnt than the others. Any other feed back as well?