Henry Beck Morrow


April 4, 1905 - September 8, 2000
Role: Rancher, Foreman

Henry was born on his family’s ranch on the San Antonio River near the Fagan Ranch. His paternal grandfather, Henry Morrow, came from North Carolina sometime around the Texas Revolution in 1836. Henry claims his grandfather was well educated but without horse sense selling his land to Tom O’Connor [I] in the early days. His mother’s people, the Perrys, were industrious small landowners in the Texas Coastal Bend. Living near the coast, Grandfather Perry built a unique house of shellcrete. As was often the case with the smaller ranchers, the Morrows had to hire out to make ends meet. Henry’s father, E.T. Morrow, was a cowhand on the bigger ranches and the Morrows, as a family, broke horses for the O’Connors. Henry was also employed as a security guard for the oilfield installations on the O’Connor River Ranch. Henry ran the Morrow Ranch until he died.

Introduction to Henry Morrow

Louise S. O'Connor
Voice of Henry Morrow
Henry Morrow – Its hard back in those days, I tell ya.

Leo Scott - I just wonder how old people make it.

Henry Morrow– I know it! Well, it was rough!

Leo Scott - Yeah. I always wondered how'd they make it.

Henry Morrow – When I was a kid, we worked the year round. We had ribbon cane in the Bottom down there. Planted ribbon cane and made molasses and sold that molasses for four bits a gallon. We had dewberries that Papa had planted. Great big old dewberries and ship 'em on a train. Catch the train up here at Inari and load those baskets of dewberries and ship 'em out. And then plant the cotton and the corn. And that's about all they raised in those days.

Leo Scott ­- I didn't like to farm.

Henry Morrow – It just wasn't nothin' in farming. It never has and it never will be, I don't think.

Leo Scott - I hated cotton pickin' worse than anything in the world.

Henry Morrow – Oh, I picked many a bale of cotton. Yek! I tell you the hardest work there is, is from start to finish is planting that ribbon cane molasses…but ribbon cane... from there after it grows up you go in there with a cane knife and cut the heads off, and cut the stalk and pile it. Haul it to the mill, stick it in there and grind it and make the juice. Goes on into a vat and make…finally wind up with molasses.