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February 2001 – Page 8

Ghost at the Alamo
by Michele S.

When I was a child, my parents took me to San Antonio to visit an aunt. While there, they decided to do all the local historic sites. I remember that it was a very hot day in July, and I am sure you have heard about the oppressive heat here in Texas. (It's worse than you think!) My parents decided that the first place we should visit was the Alamo. We drove in to downtown San Antonio, parked our car, and as we walked toward the Alamo, I didn't want to go in. They almost had to drag me into the door. Even though I did not at that young age understand the historical significance of the place to us Texans at that time, all I knew was I was terrified of this place. I didn't want to stay. After a long agonizing hour, we finally went to the area of the Alamo called the long barracks. Now this is one of the places where the fighting was its most intense during the siege of the Alamo. We walked inside and I remember being chilled to the bone. We began to walk through the long barracks listening to the stories of Jim Bowie, Susanna Dickinson and Davy Crockett. We came to the area that they think was where Bowie breathed his last breath. In the display was a replica of a Mexican Army uniform, tables and other things from the era of the battle. Now what was puzzling me the most was that sitting huddled in the corner of one of the display areas was a figure of a Hispanic man, but the guide was ignoring him. I was curious about why after all the talk of Texans was this Mexican man in this display. I asked my mom who the man in the corner was, but she didn't answer me. She and my father were enthralled by watching a film about the Alamo battle. I looked again at the figure. This man-figure looked about probably 30 years old, wore a very large white sombrero, light tan pants (or were they just dirty?) and a long-sleeved white shirt. Around his neck, he wore a red bandanna of some sort. Now what fascinated me the most was this figure appeared to be sweating profusely. It was scaring me how real it looked. At about this point in time, I begin to slide on around the back of my mother, and I peeked around her for one more quick peek. The figure lifted his head and looked at me! The expression on his face was sheer terror. That did it. I hid behind my mother and refused to open my eyes until we left that building! My mother thought that the film depicting the battle was too much for me. I never told her I didn't watch any of the film. I never told her what bothered me so badly. Years have passed and I finally took my own children on a trip to the Alamo. As we toured the long barracks, I became curious what had happened to the realistic looking figure because it wasn't there in the display any longer. I casually mentioned to a tour guide about how profoundly that figure had affected me as a child; it was one of the things that drove home to me the reality of the battle. The tour guide went on to explain that they had never had any such thing in any of the displays. I became weak in the knees and I could not understand how there could not have been such a figure on display. I had seen it with my own eyes. I have found out now that there have been many sightings and strange things happen at the Alamo. Many people claimed to have seen Jim Bowie or Davy Crockett. Not me, I saw something different. I saw something that I cannot explain. Was it some poor soul killed inside the Alamo, or someone who lay dying outside of the Alamo, miles from home, and somehow got trapped within those walls? I'll probably never know. I pray for him to find peace. 

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