Hello and welcome to the dollop. My name is Dave Anthony. This is a bi-weekly podcast

in which I read a story from American history to my friend.

Kira Throneult, who has no idea what the topic is going to be about.

He doesn't. He doesn't.

Alright. I thought you just started doing a really good intro and then it got real weird.

I forgot what I was going to say. Sure. Sure. It's hard to say the exact same tiny

sentence every week. I don't think it is. It's very easy. It's very hard. It's very easy.

God, do you want to look good to do? I do one button. People say this is funny.

Not Gary Gera. Dave, okay. Someone or something is tickling.

Is it far-fine? And this is not going to come to tickley podcast.

Okay. You are Queen Fakie of made up town. All hail Queen Shit of Liesville.

A bunch of religious virgins go to Mingles and do my thing.

I can't eat. No. I see. Done my friend.

No. No.

October 18th, 1855. Alright.

Mary Elizabeth Haley was born into a wealthy family in

Belton, Texas. Okay. She would be nicknamed Libby. Sure. That's fair.

Right. Nothing crazy yet. Right. Elizabeth Libby. I love it. I know Libby.

Belton was a frontier town north of Austin, surrounded by rich soil. So a lot of farming

going on. A lot of people who are probably able to eat the soil because it's so rich. Right.

Rich. Yeah. And it was the last civilized place for people traveling west.

Okay. So you go past it. Yeah. And your soil is poor. Yeah. Poor soil.

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