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Texas: AllianceTexas

Alliance, Texas is a 27,000-acre master-planned community located in Denton and Tarrant Counties. However my focus in CLON-X is not on the residential aspect of the city, but on AllianceTexas—the business park—a 9,600-acre development of office, industrial, flex, and retail space designed for large-scale distribution, manufacturing, and e-commerce fulfillment companies. The current owner is Hillwood, a Henry Ross Perot Jr. company.

The industrial hub has two Class 1 rail lines, is strategically located to major state and interstate highways, and has the world’s first industrial airport—Alliance Airport. The business complex is one of the largest data center markets in the United States and home to the branches of more than 500 companies, 69 of which are Fortune 500 corporations. A recent relocation to the corporate complex is the Charles Schwab headquarters, which moved from the Bay Area to the Lone Star State in the past year.

Side Note: Two of the top attractions in the area are: Bell Fort Worth Alliance Air Show and NASCAR racing at Texas Motor Speedway.

Learn more: AllianceTexas.com

To view the size of the industrial complex:   https://www.alliancetexas.com/Portals/0/Alliance%20Gateway_Sector.pdf?ver=2019-06-17-195900-877

 

Texas: DFW International Airport

DFW AIRPORT Photo Credit: https://andystravelblog.com

In 1940, talks began for a regional airport in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex. The new airport would be midway between the two cities, and both cities were interested since expansion of the current airports, Meacham Field in Fort Worth and Love Field in Dallas, would require extensive construction to accommodate not only the increase in air traffic, but today’s larger jets. 

After decades of heated squabbles between the two cities, the new airport, now named Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport (DFW) was dedicated in the fall of 1973 and became operational in early 1974. If interested, you can read about the decades-long disagreements here. 

It’s no accident that DFW Airport is strategically located in the middle of the Metroplex. Some claim it had to do with the flat, undeveloped farm land, while others say the location had more to do with politics and convincing Dallas and Fort Worth to compromise.

Regardless, seventeen thousand acres were purchased for the airport at a cost of $68 million, and ironically, some of the homes displaced during the procurement of the Denton Creek bottomlands to build Grapevine Lake were again displaced for the construction of the airport.

The airport took five years to construct, and at a cost of $700 million. Between 1974 and 1988 it underwent an additional $600 million expansion and improvements, which triggered legal battles from the surrounding towns, citing increased noise and reduced property values. In 1994, the US Supreme Court sided with the airport. 

Upon completion, DFW was and is, a monster air hub that covers 29.87 square miles, has its own police, fire protection and emergency medical services, and has a daily workforce of over 60,000 people. In fact, the airport is so big that it has its own zip code (75261), and it is the third largest airport in the world. In 2020, DFW jumped to second place as the busiest airport in the US.

Despite being the world’s busiest airport during the COVID-19 downturn, the airport suffered significant setbacks forcing their major carrier, American Airlines, to postpone their plans for a new terminal—Terminal F. 

When the project goes forward, and I’m certain it will at some future date, Terminal F will be the domain of American Airlines, DFW’s hometown carrier. The new terminal will be a 24-gate facility, completing the original vision of a six-terminal complex. The expansion was called “DFW 900”, as American plans to expand its schedule to 900 daily departures. 

Interesting side note: When excavation for the airport began, workers uncovered the bones of a 70-million-year-old plesiosaur. Thanks to a grant from Braniff Airlines, SMU graduate students reassembled the skeleton of the 25-foot-long creature.

Read more about the airport’s history: https://www.airporthistory.org/dfw-rebuild-1.html

 

Texas: Bob Jones

In attendance was Bob Jones’ grandson Dr. William Jones. Photo courtesy of the Southlake Historical Society. Art location: Bob Jones Park, Southlake, Texas. Artist: Seth Vandable.

My first giant schnauzer was named Shotz. One of her favorite pastimes, besides a walk in the park, was to simply go for a ride in her 4Runner. One morning, I loaded her into our SUV and we drove to north Southlake to check out a new park—Bob Jones Park. We walked the trails for over an hour, and then drove down Bob Jones Road to where it came to a dead-end. The land beyond the end of the road had been in the Bob Jones family since 1868—certified by the Family Land Heritage. I left the area wondering: “Who was Bob Jones?”

After reading about Bob Jones, I will say he was someone I wish I had known—a man who overcame the adversities of the time to become a prosperous landowner in the Roanoke-Southlake area and a well-respected rancher and family man. 

John Dolford Jones, nicknamed “Bob,” was the son of a white man, Leazer Alvis Jones, who bred racehorses in South Carolina, and his slave Elizabeth. Around 1859 Leazer left his white wife in Arkansas and moved to Texas with Elizabeth and his two sons Bob and Jim. They lived on a farm near Elizabethtown and the Medlin community, present-day Roanoke.

In 1861 Bob Jones was freed near the Medlin community, and herded sheep for a livelihood. He bought his first 60 acres of bottom land from his father and began to farm and raise livestock. His hard work increased his landholdings to 2,000 acres on the Tarrant-Denton county line. 

Living alone left a lot to be desired, so he took a friend’s advice and one weekend attended a dance in Bonham. There he met Almeady “Meady” Chisum, also born into slavery. Her father was cattle baron John Simpson Chisum, and his slave Jensie, Meady’s mother. In 1875 Bob and Meady were married and they eventually had ten children.

Like most pioneering families, the Jones family were self-sustaining farmers that planted a vegetable garden and orchard, and raised chickens, hogs, milk cows, and sheep, and planting cotton and corn for the livestock. Bob supplemented his income by raising horses. Many of his deals were made with only a handshake as collateral: debts settled when his “crops came in.”

As many have said, Bob Jones was an exceptional man who worked around life’s obstacles. Both he and his wife Meady valued education. When his children and grandchildren couldn’t attend white schools in a segregated society, that didn’t stop Bob. He’d hire teachers to teach at the church he built—Mount Carmel Baptist Church. 

After the school term ended, Bob hired a private teacher to live on his farm to teach his children spelling, history, English, arithmetic, and geography throughout the summer months. At one time he bought a home in Denton, and each spring, Meady and the children moved there so that the children could attend school, but that proved disruptive to farming the land. His solution? Build a one-room school house next to their home in Roanoke, which allowed the children to attend school year round and they could still tend to their farming chores.

In 1920, for the benefit of his children as well as other black children, he donated an acre to the county for “colored” schools and built Walnut Grove School near Bob Jones Park. By the 1940s, when not many of Jones’s grandchildren were still living in the area, several families were invited to the Jones community so that their children could be schooled.

Christmas Day 1936, Bob Jones passed away. Over 500 people, black and white, were in attendance at this funeral. Upon his death, Bob had divided his land among his children. One of the youngest, Eugie, swapped her land with her brother Emory, so she could keep the 40 acres that was the “home place.” 

In the mid-1940s, the Army Corps of Engineers began planning Lake Grapevine. Much of the original Jones land, situated along Denton Creek, was taken by eminent domain.

In 1948, the family home burned down, but Eugie and her husband McKinley rebuilt “just up the hill a piece” from the original homesite. Before Meady died in 1949, she told Eugie, “Don’t sell the home place. The children need a place to come home to.” 

In early 1950, tragedy struck again with the construction of the Grapevine Reservoir. When the plan changed to include the family home and the 40 acres around it, Eugie fought back. Long court battles ensued, but for two years, Eugie refused to give up her land. Then one day she received a letter saying she could keep the land but had to return the money. She slipped the uncashed checks into an envelope and sent them back to Washington DC.

My father once told me that there are two things in life you can never have enough of—land and trees. So to know that today most of Bob Jones’s land is under water is a sad finality for me.

In 1976, seated on a screened-in porch, gazing at the sailboats on Lake Grapevine, Eugie Jones Thomas recalled her childhood days as one of the ten children of Bob and Almeady Jones. 

She stated that Grapevine Reservoir hasn’t bothered her too much. There is a good fishing hole at the end of her road, but she keeps it open so that people can get to the “place where the fish always bite.”

“I have always worked and I have always been happy. I don’t worry or grieve. I have lived a good true life—a Christian and faithful life. You have got to have faith.” This philosophy of life has been the guideline of Eugie Jones Thomas, the granddaughter of John Simpson Chisum, for 90 years.

As many stated, and I agree, Bob Jones was an exceptional person—a heritage of work, education, family pride, self improvement, and a love of the land.