Many folks think of choices when the hear the word crossroads – a fork in the road, choosing a road less traveled, a new job, getting married, enlisting in the military. I always think of a particular location, a settlement by that name that is now gone, melted into the earth.
For several years running Barb and I celebrated the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays with our Texas son-in-law’s siblings. In order to reach their home we traveled west on US 380 for a dozen or so miles and then turned south onto a no-center-line road marked only by a sign reading Crossroads, Texas.
No one seems to know a great deal about Crossroads history other than the settlement, when it came to be, only that it was wiped out by a record-breaking flood that occurred during the early years of the Twentieth Century.
A bit of research brought me to the unsupported conclusion that Crossroads was the physical location where the Charles Goodnight Cattle Trail crossed over the track followed by John Butterfield Stagecoach Mail Road crossing east and west across Texas.