Bristol has received several awards, including the 2009
Pugsley Medal, honoring champions of parks and conservation and a leadership
award from the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department. On Politics and Parks
offers intriguing peeks at behind-the-scenes events in Washington, Austin and
elsewhere, as well as a captivating personal memoir.
TAMU
Press: What was your inspiration for writing a memoir?
George Bristol: The inspiration for the book really
came from three sources:
1. My mother, Lottie Bristol, was a devoted outdoors person.
After my father's death in 1946, even in those times when we didn't have a car,
she made sure we got out to natural and historic sites around Texas. Many were
state parks and historic sites.
Later, when the opportunity came for me to work in Glacier
National Park, she had no hesitancy of putting me on a train to parts unknown
so that I could experience, in depth, the awesome wonders of that crown jewel
among America's Best Idea.
2. Following the discovery of my father's billfold that was
in his possession at the time of his death, I felt compelled to relate my
memories surrounding its contents. This led toward other avenues of memories
and history that I wanted to share with my family, particularly with my
grandchildren who would not otherwise have written knowledge of our families
and the times they shared.
3. Dick and Joanne Bartlett of Dallas and Fort Davis set up
a wonder writer-in-residence program in the Davis Mountains. I was able to
spend two months there in splendid isolation, pulling all the separate parts of
my most interesting life together, until I had fashioned a work, to my
satisfaction, of how I got to the purpose of my life work: park and conservation
advocacy.
TAMU
Press: What is your favorite memory or park experience?
GB: After my father's death in 1946 we lived in
Beeville, Texas, a small South Texas town. True to form my mother took us to
nearby Goliad to the state park and historic sites. After
touring the fort and mission we were walking toward the
parking lot, when we spied a tall figure in full movie cowboy regalia.
We thought it was our hero, Gene Autry. We ran toward the
man, yelling, "It's Gene Autry! It's Gene!" We threw our arms around
his legs and continue to exclaim that it was Gene. He laughed and then gently
bent over and explained that he was not Gene Autry, but rather Monte Hale, a
good friend of Autry's and a fellow cowboy star.
That was good enough for us. Forty years later I would have
Monte Hale confirm that story to family and friends in the
pretense of.........Gene Autry.
By: Madeline Loving
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