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Sunday, February 2, 2014

Hit the Ground Running...


This has been an exciting first week in my new digs.   With lingering jet lag, I began my first lessons on Wednesday.  Both classes were high school students who were extremely bright. The assignment was to debate one of two controversial issues and use the vocabulary I gave them.   One particular girl’s answer was not only grammatically perfect but her opinion was profound as well.  I have a feeling these kids are going to keep me on my toes. 

Even the bowl is made of cheese.
Thursday, I taught 2 lessons to the employees at Sirela, the local cheese factory.  In a welcoming gesture, they put out a fantastic spread of many of their cheeses for us to snack on during the lessons. Their pièce de résistance was a hard cheese, similar to parmesan that has aged for 2 years.  It had such a rich flavor that I couldn’t believe my taste buds.  They were very proud of it and rightfully so because it was amazing. We spent the next hour and a half working on letter writing and conditional sentences.  I’m not sure I made any friends with these assignments and they possibly wanted to take back their cheese by the end of it.  Of course, I’m joking.  These employees made me feel very welcome and I’m excited to return for future lessons.  Even Theo got his picture taken.


 Later that day, I taught a lesson to the employees at Erste Bank.  I actually had met most of them last year when I toured their company.  Throughout the lesson we exchanged comparisons have how banking is handled in the US and Croatia.  My first job out of college was in customer service management at First Interstate Bank (which was an ironic name since there was no interstate branch banking in the US).  So I am fairly familiar with the banking industry.  I shared some of our Federal regulations, which I admit sounded a little ridiculous when said out loud, and they shared some of theirs.  I am looking forward to preparing lessons that will be well suited for use in their field.

 I finished up the day with 2 more classes of kids.  The first were high school freshman who already knew almost every word on the vocabulary list I had prepared so I had to pull out the more difficult list I had for a more advanced class.  It was much more challenging and they were probably wishing they hadn’t said anything.  The last class was a group of little 4th graders.  We played Apples to Apples and boy did they have fun!  They were just as sweet as they could be.  One little red haired boy was quite the character.  He had a great personality and kept me entertained.  

We ended the week with language testing on Saturday.  Representatives of the British Council came to conduct the testing of the students from the Gloria Language Center.  It just so happened that one of the testers was my friend Mark from Zagreb.  He was the one that helped coordinate my trip last year.  I was really great to reconnect with him.   It was also Gloria’s 20 year anniversary.  So we celebrated with a cake decorated with British and American icons.  The kids loved it!
 
British Council representatives, Mark, Eva, and Iva
 
Language books made out of icing!
Cake should be a food group.
 
 
 I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed my first week of classes.  Slavica, Ana, and all of the teachers at Gloria have made me feel incredibly welcome. It’s going to be a very good semester.
 
 

 Next time…grocery shopping.  That is an adventure all by itself.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

My First Day...A Comedy of Errors

As you can imagine, yesterday was mostly a blur.  After we arrived to Bjelovar (about an hour and a half drive from Zagreb) we spent the afternoon getting me settled into my apartment.  Running on very little sleep and a 7 hour time difference, I was surprised I wasn't drooling when I spoke.  If I did, Slavica was nice enough to not point it out.  The furnished one bedroom apartment is plenty big for me and very comfortable.  The radiator is close to my bed so I am warm and toasty when I sleep.  I don't have a microwave but I don't use one much at home so it is not a problem.  What I haven't said yet is my unit is on the 4th floor.  Now, in Europe, the first floor is called the ground floor and the second floor is called the first floor and so on.  So, the 4th floor is actually the 5th floor.  I only mention this because I want credit for walking up 5 flights of stairs! By the last set of stairs the burn has set into my thighs.  Hopefully this exercise will offset the kolaches I see in my imminent future.

When I woke this morning, the plan was to hurry up and shower so I could take photos around town before I was due at the language center.  When I tried to shower there was no hot water.  I tried and tried and ran it for a long time.  I didn't want to make a complaint right off the bat and wondered if people took cold showers here.  So I tried running the water on my feet, then my legs, hoping I could tolerate it.  But I really needed to wash my hair and I knew I couldn't do it.  I looked at the mop staring back at me in the mirror and decided I had to find a solution.  So I heated up water in the kettle and poured it into a pot mixed with cold water and washed my hair in the sink by pouring the pot over my head.  It worked fine, but I wasn't sure I wanted this as my everyday solution.  I was going to have no choice but to mention it.

I got dressed and realized I did not pack very well.  After living in Hungary you would think I would learn to be more practical.  I guess you can take the girl out of the boutique but not the boutique out of the girl.  The one thing I am very thankful for are my snow boots and my hiking socks from Cabela's.  Money well spent.  It hasn't been above freezing since I got here and the 14 inches of snow they just fell is not going anywhere soon.  I do not have a car here, of course, so my feet are my transportation.  My apartment is in the city center so it doesn't take that long to walk to most places.  But I do have one English lesson that will require about a 20 minute walk. 

My bigger problem has been keeping up with my things.  I'm carrying a backpack instead of a purse and I'm wearing gloves.  So nothing is where I would normally keep them.  I'm not used to wearing gloves so there is the constant putting on and taking off.  When I take them off I stuff them in a pocket.  Well this turned into a really bad idea.  Earlier I met Slavica at her language school so we could discuss some business.  I needed to pay a large sum of money for my apartment deposit and other move in expenses.  I took the money out of my wallet and put it in my pocket so I wouldn't forget to give it to her when we walked to the bank.  We started our journey to the center of town and she took me into a couple of shops to show me around.  When we walked across the street to the bank and got inside it was time to give her the money.  I reached into my pocket and half of it was gone.  I was missing 1000 Kuna.  This is about $180 and a small fortune by Croatian standards.  When I looked into Slavica's face and told her it was gone she went pale and couldn't speak.  I already knew what had happened.  It must have fallen out when I was fumbling with my gloves.  In a breathless voice I said, "I'm going to back track and look for it and ran out of the bank."  Well, I say "ran".  Croatian banks have security doors that are more like containment vaults and there is no quickly entering or exiting.   I doubled back to one of the stores we went to, kicking myself with frustration and convinced anyone that found that much money would surely keep it.  When I made eye contact with 2 sales associates I had earlier spoke with they both had half smiles on their faces and I hoped this was a good sign.  They didn't speak English but I was able to communicate enough so that they knew I was missing the money.  They said they had found it but they could only return it to Slavica.  I didn't really understand why but didn't much care either.  I ran out of the store, down the street looking for where I had abandoned her.  I yelled at her, "They found my money, come on!" I returned with Slavica and turns out the woman who turned in my money was the Mayor's wife!  She left her name and phone number and asked for us to call her.  I'm not sure if she wanted to make certain it was returned to the rightful owner or if she was looking for praise.  Either way, I am the luckiest person in Croatia today.  I got to explain to Slavica what a Forest Gump moment was.

We left the store, shell shocked.  Slavica gave me the piece of paper with the Mayor's wife's name and number and suggested I call her personally to thank her.  I stuffed it in my pocket and went back to my apartment.  Later Slavica came by to see if she could help figure out my hot water heater.  When I opened the door she said, "Do you recognize this?"  She found that piece of paper on the  stairs.  I really need to not put things in my pockets! I guess I should confess that I have already lost my keys once since I've been here.

In the afternoon we had a lovely lunch made by Maria, Slavica's mother.  We drank coffee, discussed the classes I will teach and decided I would go back to the apartment to begin preparing.  She drove me back to my apartment and dropped me off in front.   Now remember, I've only been a resident of Bjelovar for about 24 hours.  This is my defense for what happened next.  I walked into the apartment building and starting climbing stairs.  The burn in my thighs was getting really intense and still I hadn't come to my floor.  Surely I had climbed 5 flights by now.  No, actually I had climbed 6 flights...and I was in the wrong building. Well, at least I made up for the 2 cookies I had after lunch.

We are going to blame today's comedy routine to jet lag and hope I can prove myself to be a capable teacher of the English language.

Enjoy these pictures of the beautiful snow here in town.  I am really hoping to get some out in the country.  It looks like a winter wonderland!!

These next several pictures is my route to work.





Bjelovar has the most number of outdoor cafes, per capita, in all of Croatia. 
Today, sadly, they are only occupied by snow.








Seriously?







Hrvatski snjegović(Croatian snowman)



Hanging from my balcony.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Meet Thin Theodore

The most important part of my Lifedigs project is bringing a sense of global awareness to children and their families.  As I get ready to leave for Croatia (3 more days!!) I have partnered with a local elementary school class on an exciting program that does just that.

I would like to introduce to you Thin Theodore. You might know his cousin, Flat Stanley, who travels around the world educating children back home about far away places. Theo is the creation of Ms. McConaghy’s 2nd Grade class at Bette Perot Elementary School in Keller, Texas. As I travel to Croatia, Theo will accompany me and have his picture taken in lots of amazing places. With any luck, Theo can travel with my Croatian students on some of their trips!  Children and their families can enjoy his adventures and learn about Croatia and other interesting parts of Europe!! I can't wait to see the places Theo will visit!

You can track Thin Theodore's journey on Facebook and Instagram!
Click here for Theo's Facebook Page

Click here for Theo's Instagram Page


Thursday, January 2, 2014

Moving to Croatia

Yes, you read the title correctly.  I am moving to Croatia.  Temporarily, of course.  On January 26th, I will leave to spend 4 months in the lovely town of Bjelovar where I will be teaching English classes at the Gloria Foreign Language Center. If you follow my blog, you know I spent some time there earlier this year while I was researching the Croatian culture.  I fell in love with Croatia and especially the Croatian people.  I feel very fortunate to have this opportunity so I may continue more in-depth research for the book I am writing.


 
 
I know some of you are wondering how I could leave my family, especially my kids, for such a long period.  Trust me, it was not a decision I made lightly.  But modern technology will allow me to stay in contact with them in a way I couldn't have imagined when I lived in Hungary 22 years ago.  With the support of my family and friends I am confident that this is the right decision.  I also will leave knowing that my kids are in the most capable hands of the world's best Dad!
 
Of course, I will document every step of the way on this blog. I hope you will enjoy discovering the amazing world of Croatia with me.  While it is famous for its coastline, beautiful islands and crystal clear sea, it's a lot more than that.  The country has very diverse landscapes from snow capped mountains to picturesque lakes and amazing waterfalls.  Medieval coastal towns, castles, forts and palaces are just waiting to be explored. It is also very rich in history and cultural heritage.  While the Republic of Croatia has only been a country for 22 years, the Croatian people have been inhabiting the area for 14 centuries!!
 
In the next 24 days I will work like a mad woman trying to get everything in order.  There are work permits to apply for, tax returns to prepare, photography classes to take. But my biggest dilemma is how to get my camera gear and four months worth of stuff in one check-in bag and one carry-on.  One winter coat and a pair of snow boots takes up a whole suitcase!! I looked into having things shipped but international freight is a fortune.  An 18" square box that weighs 10 lbs. costs between $450-1200 to ship.   I am seriously considering to only bring the absolute necessities and buy the rest when I get there.  But there are other things to consider.  For example, can I get my prescriptions filled there easily or do I need to bring 4 months worth of meds?  Do they accept my health insurance there? Then there are very important issues like can I get my brand of shampoo and conditioner there. Just kidding.  Well... not really! 
 
What I learned during my time in Hungary is we as humans are VERY adaptable.  The above mentioned details will work themselves out.  Besides, to compile authentic experiences for my book  I need to live as a Croatian not as a spoiled American tourist!!
 
So, I will keep the blog updated on my journey.  I think it will be an exciting one! If you are new to the blog you might want to start at the beginning with the "April posts" so you can get some background on what I am doing.  I also have set up a Facebook page with blog posts for those who would rather follow that way.  https://www.facebook.com/Lifedigs  If you are a teacher and are interested in organizing pen pals with Croatian students or a language/cultural exchange through Skype let me know!  I would be happy to arrange it!
 
 
 
Here is to an awesome 2014!
Chris Ziober
 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The Crazy World of "Market"


Recently, I worked for an apparel showroom in the Atlanta and Dallas market centers.  I have worked with showrooms for years but always as a buyer.  Working on the other side of the table was an entirely different animal.   When I was packing to leave for Atlanta it occurred to me that this industry has its own culture and was worth writing about. 
For those of you who are not familiar with the apparel industry, let me give you some background information.  The apparel market centers are buildings of showrooms where stores can choose what goods will stock their stores for the next season.  “Market” takes place several times a year and lasts about 5 days each.  There are major markets in Dallas, Atlanta, New York, Los Angeles, and Las Vegas.  Smaller markets exist around the country as well.  When the market week is over the orders are tallied and sent to the manufacturers for production.  In 3-6 months the goods arrive to the stores.  The manufacturers pay the showrooms a commission once the goods are paid for by the stores.  Sounds simple, yes? Not on your life.
 

My first experience with market was when I was trying to stock my new bridal shop in the 90’s with wedding gowns, veils and all of the other things I didn’t even know I needed yet.   I showed up to the Dallas Apparel Mart (which since has been torn down and turned into a driving range) and offered my obligatory credentials to prove I was a legitimate store and not selling out of my garage.  After my paperwork was duly scrutinized, I walked into the main part of the building and felt completely dwarfed and overwhelmed by the seemingly endless choices of showrooms.  Where to begin?
Where to begin indeed.  Most people on the outside see the market center as a secret world of haute couture, where six foot tall models don for us the cutting edge of yet to be seen fashion.   In reality, it’s a (somewhat dirty) world of stores fighting for territory exclusivity, overworked and underpaid sales reps and certifiably insane designers. 
Typically, in a market building, each floor is a different industry.  Western wear on one floor, children’s apparel on one floor, bridal on another and so on.  I would take the elevator to the bridal floor and choose a showroom to peruse.    Entering a showroom for the first time usually gets you stares.  It sometimes felt like your store's worthiness is judged by how well you are dressed.  It often appeared like I had to sell myself to get a manufacturer to agree to sell to me, or sometimes even talk to me.  This always seemed so backwards.   Eventually I established well solidified relationships with my favorite manufacturers (after proper schmoozing) and I stayed loyal to those selected few. 
It’s customary for showrooms to offer wine or cocktails during market.  Of course, this is to get you to buy more.  And it usually works.  Four months later, I would open a box and think “What were they serving in that showroom?”
Several times a day there would be scheduled fashion shows featuring a particular designer.  You would be supplied with an order form and check mark the styles you wanted to purchase.  Bridal shops only stock samples so it is only necessary to purchase one piece of each style.  However, it is easy to spend thousands of dollars in one 30 minute show.  It would usually take me 2 days to get every dress for the bride, bridesmaids, flower girl, and mothers of the bride ordered for the following season.     
In the 90’s, credit card and NET 30 terms were not very common with bridal manufacturers.  COD was still the preferred method of payment.  But the C stood for Cash.  That’s right.  We would pay the UPS driver cash for all of our deliveries.  Wedding dresses are expensive!  Can you imagine counting out thousands of dollars from your register to a delivery driver every day?
In those days the Internet was in its infancy.   Now, bridal has become extremely competitive.  Online bridal shops can offer gowns at greatly reduced prices because of the low overhead. It’s not unheard of for a bride to use a store’s resources to try on gowns but then order it online cheaper.   I’m not sure how most brick and mortar stores are surviving. Of course, I could fill a book on some of my experiences with my bridal shop.  When I watch the TV show, “Say Yes to the Dress”, I can feel my blood pressure rising.  But that’s a blog for another time.
Fast forward several years…I have now sold my bridal shop and entered the world of high end children’s fashion.    When I opened my children’s store the Apparel Mart was still open.  If I remember correctly, Peaches N Cream was the very first line I ever wrote.  The children’s industry  was so different than bridal it was like starting all over again.   The biggest difference between kids and bridal is the amount of money you have to spend to stock your store.  In bridal you usually only purchase one piece of a style as a sample, hoping many customers will place orders for every style.  In children’s you usually order 6 pieces per style , hoping many customers buy every piece.   The other big difference is showrooms seem genuinely happy to see any buyer walk in the door.  I’ve never felt scrutinized.     
Flash forward another decade…The Apparel Mart has been torn down for quite some time and apparel showrooms have been moved to the World Trade Center across the street.  Parking is a challenge during market times but I love the building.  The layout makes much more sense than the last building.  I never did figure out the complicated hallway number system over there.   All of the children’s apparel is on the eighth floor at the WTC.  I am now a seasoned pro in the industry, on a first name basis with manufacturers and designers and have even sat on the Dallas Market Center Advisory Board. 




I have often described the environment during market similar to the floor of the New York Stock Exchange.  I would always make a valiant effort to come prepared with all of my reports in hand, Excel spreadsheets of past performance, etc.  But during peak times, purchase orders are flying from buyer to rep faster than shares of stock are exchanging during  Facebook’s IPO.  It makes referencing your neatly prepared reports difficult to say the least.   
Over the decades, many showrooms and manufacturers have come and gone but a surprising number of them are still going strong.  One such showroom is the Klein Group.  They celebrated their 30th birthday this year.  Can you imagine what styles were like in their showroom in 1983??  The Klein Group represents dozens of manufacturers and has showrooms in Dallas and Atlanta.  Arguably, they are one of the busiest and most successful showrooms in the children’s industry.  I know they got most of my orders! 
Happy 30th Birthday to the Klein Group

After I sold my stores, I went to work for the Klein Group helping out during market times.  It sounded like fun and I would get to travel.   I’m not afraid of hard work and most would argue that I’m a workaholic.  But I’ve never worked as hard in my life as I did in those few weeks.  Most of the commission paid to showrooms is generated from orders placed at market.  I guess you could say their entire season’s salary depends on it how productive they are in those 5 days.   The days start early, end late, and you better wear your comfortable shoes.  Eating meals and going to the restroom are for the lucky ones.  But hey, it’s only 5 days, right?   I remember one particularly busy day at the Atlanta market when I had to sit on the floor in the corner to write a purchase order because it was so filled with buyers.  It’s fairly common to work with a store for 3-5 hours.  When your are finally through with them, as you are saying your goodbyes, your arms filled with signed copies of purchase orders, the showroom receptionist says, “Chris, can I introduce you to  your next appointment?”  And so it continues.
The days are made survivable by the camradery and support of the staff.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  Everyone is buzzing about trying to help stores and each other with smiles on their faces.  Just when you feel like you have too many balls in the air and you’re pushed to your breaking point you turn and find another employee at your side offering a hand.   They were more than comrades at that point, they were family.
The Atlanta Crew
I would ask where Ginka is but I'm sure she's taking care of business!!

Everyone loves Maureen!  She's the glue that keeps it all together!
 I was surprised how much I enjoyed working with other stores.  I’ve noticed over the years that buyers consider themselves competitors with each other and are not always keen on previewing lines at the same time.  I guess they are afraid they will give away their buying secrets.  I’ve actually seen stores get up and storm out or rip up orders in dramatic fashion when they see a competitor is buying the same line.  So I was concerned once a store found out who I was they would be resistant to working with me.  Nothing could have been further from the truth.   As soon as I told them I had owned children’s stores  the buyers’ impression of me would change from order taker to consultant and co-strategist.  “Would you have bought this for your store?  What color would you have bought this?  How did you do with this line?  How did you calculate your budget?”  So on and so on.  I had a great time helping buyers make choices that were right for their stores.  By the time the appointment was over we were hugging each other and exchanging emails.  I may even have committed to a few “store visits”.   I began to feel more like an advocate for the stores at that point.

There is lots of work to do between markets as well.  Processing and monitoring of orders fills a lot of the time and before you know it it’s time to prepare for the next market.  Market reps typically travel between major market dates.  Jackson, Mississippi and Florida are common territories.  This is exhausting and back breaking work for sure. The funniest thing I ever heard was when two of the Atlanta showroom reps told their story about  a recent trip to Florida to call on stores.    One of the girls is quite the fashionista and wore skinny jeans…in the 100% Florida humidity.  They had to park the large trailer quite a ways away from one of the stores they were visiting.   To get the goods to the store they schlepped rolling racks full of clothes back and forth, through an outdoor restaurant!  By the time this was done the rep decides she has to use the restroom.  Now imagine trying to peel off her skin tight jeans in Florida humidity after hours of exhausting work.  Now imagine trying to peel them back on.  Her legs were so sweaty she tried blotting them with toilet tissue.  All this accomplished was the tissue dissolving right on her skin.  She takes the stall door and starting swinging it wildly trying to fan her skin dry.  Remind you of a "Friends" episode?  The whole time her partner is wondering where the heck she is.  We all had tears in our eyes as we listened to the story. (I hope I don't get in big trouble for telling that story!)
I think the most important thing I learned during my experience at market is running a showroom is much more than simply taking orders.  It’s mostly about building relationships with stores and helping them strategize their buying.  The more that can be accomplished the more successful the stores, manufacturers and showrooms will be.  I was proud to represent The Klein Group as a member of their “family” during market.  Here’s to another 30 years!


Cheers! Marilyn Klein and Rae Moore


Saturday, September 28, 2013

Arp, Texas


Ever been to East Texas?  Of course.  Ever been to Tyler? Sure.  Ever been to Arp? Um, huh?  This is what I was thinking when someone recently told me they lived in the town of Arp, Texas.   How could there be a place so close to the D/FW area  I’ve never even heard of.  I decided it needed further investigation.

Just minutes southeast of Tyler, you can find Arp off of Highways 64 and 135.  The town began as a stop on the Missouri Pacific Railroad in the mid 1800’s.  Originally named Jarvis Switch, the town changed its named to Strawberry Junction and finally renamed itself to Arp after a famous newspaper reporter.   

My excursion to Arp begins on a bright sunny day of mild Fall weather.  My daughter accompanies me and my plan is to meet up with my friend who lives there.  One of the first sights to greet me before I get into town is a rustic red barn facing the highway.  In the field was the obligatory longhorn resting in the grass and staring at me.  The scene was just begging to have its picture taken.  I pull  over on the side of the road to grab my camera.  There wasn’t much of a shoulder so I am pretty close to the traffic.  The next 18 wheeler that comes by practically takes me out.  To get the best picture it requires actually crossing the highway.  I look back to the car and see my daughter cover her eyes.  When I decide I have the right picture I run back to the car and try not to trip.

 
When I get to the Arp city limits I decide to get out and take another picture. Again, narrow shoulder. Again, aggressive 18 wheelers.  Again, my daughter yelling at me to not get killed.  I miss getting hit but the fire ants get me.  The drivers of some of those trucks I'm sure get a good laugh at me jumping up and down trying to knock the biting ants off of me.   I decide it's time to quit the extreme photogging and continue on our journey. 

I finally catch up with my friend, Laura, who would turn out to be our unofficial Arp tour guide for the day.  As an educator in the Arp ISD I can think of no one better suited.   The first place she wants to show me are the ruins of a college that closed over 100 years ago.  Just outside of town, we stop the car next to a wooded area.  She gets out of the car and begins telling us the history of the college.  Confused, I look around trying to find where the heck this college might be.  Then Laura starts walking into the thick woods saying, “If you didn’t know it, you would never know it”.  We follow her into the woods about 20 feet or so pushing the vines and branches out of our way.  And then, with my jaw dropped,  I am standing in front of the crumbled facade of the Summer Hill Select School.   I can't believe it. 


 Steps lead up to a brick wall mostly covered in graffiti and vines.  Apparently, this is the place of choice for teenagers to hang out away from the watching eyes of their parents.  We walk up the steps and through the entrance into the belly of what used to be the school's gymnasium.  The roof is nothing more than a steel frame with tree branches snaking through it.

 
We have to carefully climb through a window and scale down a wall to go further.  When we get to the dirt floor we look around stunned at what we see.  Partial stone walls surround us encasing the thick green growth of trees, vines, and ground cover. The ground is damp and every vine looks like a snake to me.  Curiosity and trepidation battle each other inside of me as I look around not sure where to go next. 
 
 
Our unofficial tour guide, Laura.
 
 I let Laura lead the way to the back side of the school.  Enormous rock walls stand in remarkably good shape.  It's hard to believe a school so well respected that it attracted students from all over the country now stands cloaked and camouflaged by the forest from the rest of the world. It truly is this community's best kept secret.
 




 
 
We head back to the car and I'm thinking it will be difficult to top this discovery.  But we venture on. 
Laura drives us around this sweet and peaceful town pointing out houses that have been homes to important citizens in their history.  Generations of the same families have lived in many of these homes.  She tells me that low property tax and close proximity to Tyler keep residents in Arp.   For a small town, there are quite a few churches.  At least 5 by my count.  However only one bank.  As a matter of fact, when Laura told me to meet her at the bank, I responded, "Which one?"  She laughed and said,  "There is only one." 
Old mailbox
 
 
 
 
 
There is not a traditional grocery store in town.  You can buy most staple food items at the Valero, otherwise you need to travel to the next large town to do your major shopping.  Below is a building that  if you look closely to the top you can see where it used to say Piggly Wiggly. 
 
 
There are two large cemeteries, The Mason and Ebenezer.  Both were founded in the 1800's.  As we respectfully walked around reading names and dates, we notice than a good number of people were alive before Texas was a state.  What history these people must have witnessed!  Many of the family names on the tombstones are still the names of  Arp residents today.  I even recognize one of the names from Laura's history lesson she gave us.
 

 
Our last significant point of interest is in a nearby town of Old London.  An awful tragedy happened there in 1937.  Fortunately, something very important and life saving was the result of it.  Below is the text from its historical marker:
 
On March 18, 1937 a massive explosion destroyed the New London Junior-Senior High School instantly killing an estimated 296 students and teachers.  The subsequent deaths of victims from injuries sustained that day brought the final death count to 311.  The explosion was blamed on the natural gas leak beneath the school building.  Within weeks of the disaster the Texas Legislature passed  a law requiring an odor to be added to natural gas which was previously odorless and therefore undetectable. 
 
Can you imagine the devastation to such a small town? They lost practically every teenager in the community.  I never knew this is why an odor was added to natural gas. 
 
(the current) New London High School
 
We end our day with a delicious meal at Bruno's Pizza in Tyler.   It was interesting to see how bustling Tyler seemed compared to Arp.  Living in Dallas, I consider Tyler the sleepy town. Funny how our perspective changes with the backdrop. 
 
My daughter and I drove back home facing the setting west sun.  As the sky grew dark I thought about how much I enjoyed my day.  I always say there is a story everywhere and Arp certainly has theirs. 
 
 
A big thank you to Laura Dacus for our tour and a lovely time.