This title is a misnomer – I have lived several places over my 7+ decades – but last month I bought a condo in my former home of Arlington, Texas and that brought to mind my original move there in 1955. My family was relocating from the much larger city of Ft. Worth, I had almost reached dating age per my parents’ standards, and suddenly they were burying me in some God-forsaken nowhere town without boys.
Or if there were boys, they were probably Neanderthals, and I was regretfully leaving behind an abundance of dateable city teens, some of whom came by the house to flirt with me on the front porch swing. I had gotten this dire picture of Arlington from the time I had visited the little town with my grandmother years before when Arlington literally had a water well in the middle of its main street!
By 1955, however, Arlington was undergoing its first boom, growing from almost 8,000 people in 1950 to almost 100,000 in 1970, thanks primarily to the 1954 opening of a GM plant where Dad was to work, then the opening of Six Flags Over Texas in 1961.
As soon as the school year began, I felt at home at AHS, writing for the school newspaper, and soon after, the local Citizen-Journal. From there I went on to graduate, began studies at Arlington State College (now UTA), got married, reared three sons. Throughout this time I wrote for the C-J – such a great way to cement my love affair with the city.
Now Arlington has the Texas Rangers, the Dallas Cowboys, and is a nationally-known vacation, sports and entertainment center with a population approaching a half million. I have changed over the years myself, but I am staunchly a city girl and look forward to exploring this new, new Arlington.
— Jonnie Martin