Here's an example of why I pay 8 dollars per month. This is one of the best Texas history related things you'll ever read. I could obviously not have tweeted this with the 280-character limit.
Traces of Texas reader Doug Giddings' 3 x grandfather, Giles Albert Giddings, wrote this letter to his parents on April 10th, 1836 ---- 11 days before the Battle of San Jacinto. Giles ended up dying about six months later of wounds received during the battle, one of 9 Texians to die either at San Jacinto or because of wounds received there. He was only 23 years old but his words are powerful. I mean, "rather than be driven out of the country or submit to be a slave, I will leave my bones to bleach on the plains of Texas..." How much better could it be written than that? Here's the text of the letter:
"Giles Albert Giddings 10 Apr 1836 Texas
Four Miles from Headquarters April 10, 1836.
Dear Parents: Since I last wrote you I have been engaged in arranging an expedition against the Indians, who have committed many depredations against the frontier. On my return to the settlements, I learned that our country was again invaded by a merciless horde of Mexicans, who were waging war or extermination against the inhabitants. A call was made for all friends of humanity to rise in arms and resist the foe. Men were panic stricken and fled, leaving their all behind them. I could not reconcile it to my feelings to leave Texas without an effort to save it. Accordingly, I bent my course for the army and arrived last evening at this place. I shall enter Camp this morning as a volunteer. The army, commanded by General Houston, is lying on the west side of the Brazos, 20 miles from San Felipe. The enemy is in that place awaiting an attack. It is reported Houston will attack them in the morning. What will be the result, or the fate of Texas, is in the bowels of futurity. Yet, I think we are engaged in the cause of justice, and hope the God of battles will protect us. The enemy's course has been the most bloody that has ever been recorded on the page of history. Our garrison at San Antonio was taken and massacred; another detachment of seven hundred, commanded by Colonel Fannin, and posted at La Bahia, after surrendering prisoners of war, were led out and shot down like beasts. Only one escaped to tell their melancholy fate. In their course they show no quarter to age, sex, or condition, all are massacred without mercy. If such conduct is not sufficient to arouse the patriotic feelings of the sons of liberty, I know not what will. I was born in a land of freedom, and taught to lisp the name of liberty with my infant tongue, and rather than be driven out of the country or submit to be a slave, I will leave my bones to bleach on the plains of Texas. If we succeed in subduing the enemy and establishing a free and independent government, we shall have the finest country the sun ever shown upon, and if we fail we shall have the satisfaction of dying fighting for the rights of men. I know not that I shall have the opportunity of writing to you in some time, but shall do so often as convenient.
Be not alarmed about my safety. I am no better, and my life no dearer, than those who gained the liberty you enjoy. If I fall you will have the satisfaction that your son died fighting for the rights of men. Our strength in the field is about 1,500. The enemy is reported 4,000 strong; a fearful odds, you will say; but what can mercenary hirelings do against the sons of liberty!
Before this reaches you the fate of Texas will be known. I will endeavor to acquaint you as soon as possible. I am well and in good spirits, and as unconcerned as if going to a raising. The same Being who has hitherto protected my life can with equal ease ward off the balls of the enemy.
My company is waiting, and I must draw to a close, and bid you farewell, perhaps forever. More than a year has elapsed since I saw you, yet the thought of friends and home are fresh in my memory, and their remembrance yet lives in my affections and will [be] a secret joy to my heart till it shall cease to beat. Long has it been since I heard from you. How often do I think of home and wish to be there. The thoughts of that sacred spot haunts my night-watches. How often, when sleep has taken possession of my faculties, am I transported there, and for a short time enjoy all the pleasures of home; but the delusion is soon over and the morning returns and I find my situation the same. Dear friends, if I see you no more remember Giles still loves you. Give my love to my sister, brothers, friends, and neighbors. I would write more if time would permit, but its fleeting steps wait for none. You need not write to me, as I do not know where I shall be.
With sentiments of sincere respect I bid you fare-well.
Your affectionate son, G.A. Giddings "
Since posting the text of this letter I've received about 15 messages regarding it, some of poignant, all of them heartfelt. Some of what was related to me in them has caused me to go down other historical avenues and opened up other historical treasures ---- treasures I would never have known about had I not tweeted it. It also resulted in me receiving a couple of incredible historical photos that I'll be tweeting by and by. 8 bucks? A pittance in light of what I've received in return.
Also, just in case you're wondering, Giddings, Texas is in effect named for Giles Giddings. When Giddings passed away, General Sam Houston awarded him a league of land to honor his sacrifice. Giddings’ brother, Jabez Deming (J.D.) Giddings, claimed the land in place of his deceased brother and worked to ensure the railroad would route through the land as it connected Austin and Houston. A depot was built, a small town flourished around it, and Giddings was incorporated in 1871.