Trent Jones, last teacher to teach in the old one room school standing in front of a new three room school building built in 1976.

"I cannot say it was easy work. I was up at 5 in the morning and usually ended the day at 6 or when the sun was setting. I spent evenings and weekends grading papers and creating lesson plans. But the rewards were always greater than the a amount of work. "

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Trent, Olga and Anna Jones - Terlingua Texas

The driver, who had been hired to pull the secondhand mobile home from San Antonio to Terlingua, stepped down from the cab of his truck, shifted his hat to the back of his head, and took a long, sweeping look at the countryside. The new owners of the two-bedroom trailer house had arrived ahead of him and stood on the rock-strewn site, waiting.

Finally the driver approached them, mopped his brow with a red bandanna, and directed his conversation to Trent Jones. "Mister, it ain't none of my business, really, but this country looks like pure hell to me. Dammit, the fact of the matter is, I hate to leave you folks here. You give me the word and I'll turn this rig around and haul that trailer back to San Antonio and not charge you an extra dime."

Trent Jones smiled, looked at his wife and his newborn daughter she was holding. "I guess," he told the driver, "we're here to stay."

"Mister," the driver replied, making no attempt to hide his concern, ''if you aren't crazy now, you damn sure will be in another month or so."

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