John Wayne Stopped At A Broken Shrimping Boat In Texas 1955 The Name On The Hull Changed Everything D
John Wayne, The Duke, July 1955, Corpus Christi, Texas, in the shrimping boat named the Maria Alice, has been sitting at her dock on the Nueces Bay for 11 days with a dead engine and 23 days left before the bank takes her. And the man sitting on the dock beside her with the engine parts spread on a canvas tarp is named Delfino Garza.
He is 58 years old. He has been a shrimper since he was 14. His hands are the hands of a man who has pulled nets in the Gulf of Mexico in the dark for 44 years. And the Maria Alice is not just a boat to Delfino Garza, the way a tool is just a tool. She is the thing he and his son Hector built together in the spring and summer of 1947 in the yard behind the house on Leopard Street.
They built her board by board over 4 months with money Hector had saved from his Navy pay. Hector had come home from the Pacific that February. He was 24 years old. He had been a radioman on a destroyer escort out of Pearl and had spent 3 years in waters that left something in him that nobody could see and nobody could name and that the VA in Corpus Christi did not want to put in writing.
But in 1947, he was home and he was well enough and he wanted to build a boat with his father. And so they built her. They named her the Maria Alice after Delfino’s mother who had died the previous winter. They ran her together for 6 years, father and son, out before dawn and back by afternoon.
The Gulf giving what it gave and some years giving more than others. And Hector married a girl named Connie Reyes in 1949 and they had a daughter in 1950 named Rosa and another in 1953 named Lucia. And those were the good years, the years the Maria Alice was full and the house on Leopard Street was full and Delfino would sometimes stand at the stern coming back in the afternoon with the catch in the hold and look at his son at the wheel and think that whatever the Pacific had put in Hector was going to stay small and stay quiet and not become the thing it was going to become. But it did not stay small and it did not stay quiet. In the spring of 1953, Hector began to fail in the specific way that men who have been in certain waters in certain years begin to fail. His lungs first and then the rest of him. And the VA in Corpus Christi looked at his file and looked at the dates and looked at where his ship had been
and wrote a letter that said the condition was not service connected. And Hector Garza died in October 1953 at the age of 30. And he left Connie and Rosa who was three and Lucia who was seven months old. And Delfino ran the Maria Lisa alone after that. He ran her every day the weather allowed.
He paid the bank note on the boat and he paid the dock fee and he sent what was left to Connie and the girls in the house on Leopard Street. And he did not talk about Hector and he did not talk about the VA letter and he did not talk about the years in the Pacific that the letter said did not matter. He just ran the boat the way Hector would have run it and he kept the engine the way Hector had taught him to keep it and he brought the catch in every afternoon and he made it work.
And then in June of 1955, a storm came through the bay and the Maria Lisa took water in the engine compartment and the engine seized. And Delfino got her back to the dock and called the marine engine shop on Chaparral Street and the man from the shop came out and looked at it and said $800. And Delfino Garza sat on the dock with that number the way a man sits with a number he cannot make work.
No matter how he arranges the other numbers around it, the bank note on the boat was current but barely. He had $200 in a savings account at the First National Bank of Corpus Christi. He had the dock fee due at the end of the month. He had Connie and the girls, and $800 was not a number he could reach.
He went to the First National Bank of Corpus Christi, and he sat across from a loan officer, and he explained what had happened. And the loan officer looked at his file, and looked at the boat’s registration, and looked at Delfino, and said he was sorry, but the bank could not extend the note. And the dock authority told him that a boat that was not operational was a liability at the dock.
And if the engine was not repaired by July 31st, the slip would be reassigned, and the boat impounded pending sale. And so Delfino Garza sat on the dock every morning with the engine parts on the canvas tarp, because there was nothing else to do. And the engine parts were at least something to look at while he did nothing. And that is where he is on a Tuesday morning in the second week of July 1955, when he hears footsteps on the dock behind him.
The footsteps of a tall man in a worn work shirt with the sleeves rolled to the forearms and a tan Stetson, a man who has been at the Naval Air Station on the north side of Corpus Christi for 3 days at the Navy’s invitation. The Navy had asked, and the man had said yes, because he always said yes to the Navy.
And this is his last morning in Corpus Christi, and his ride to the airfield is not until noon. And he has walked the waterfront the way he walks any waterfront in any town when he has time before a ride. And he stops at the Maria Lee’s, because there is something about a man sitting alone on a dock beside a boat that is clearly not going anywhere, looking at engine parts on a canvas tarp with the specific expression of a man who has looked at them every morning for 11 days, and has not found a solution in them yet. And the tall man crouches down beside Delfino on the dock, and he looks at the engine parts, too. And Delfino does not look up right away, because men on the Corpus Christi waterfront in 1955 crouch down beside other men and look at engine parts without it necessarily meaning anything. And the tall man says, “What year is she?” And Delfino says, “1947. My son and I built her.” And the tall
man says, “Where is your son now?” And Delfino tells him not all of it. The short version, the Pacific, the illness, the October of 1953. And the tall man is quiet for a while, and he looks at the engine parts, and then he looks at the boat, at the name on the hull, Maria Liz painted in Hector’s handwriting because Hector had the neater hand.
And then he looks at the bay, the Nueces Bay flat and gray in the morning. And then he says, “What does she need?” And Delfino tells him $800 for the engine. And the tall man stands up, and he puts his hand on the gunwale of the Maria Liz the way a man puts his hand on something he has made a decision about.
And he says, “I’ll be back in an hour.” And he says, “I’ll be back in an hour.” And he walks back down the dock toward the waterfront. And Delfino watches him go and does not know who he is. Delfino Garza is 58 years old and has been a shrimper since he was 14 and has not been to a picture show since 1948 and does not know the face.
And where are you watching from? Drop your state in the comments. I want to see how far the story reaches. And Delfino sits on the dock with the engine parts, and he waits because there is nothing else to do. And a man told him he would be back in an hour. And a man who crouches down beside you on a dock and looks at what you are looking at is at least a man whose word is worth waiting on.
And the tall man comes back in 40 minutes, not an hour. And he is carrying a receipt from the marine engine shop on Chaparral Street. And he sets it on the canvas tarp beside the engine parts. and he says they’ll be here by noon. It’s paid, and Delfino picks up the receipt and looks at it, and it says $800 paid in full.
Marine engine repair, the Maria Lees, slip 14, Nueces Bay dock. And Delfino looks at the receipt, and then he looks at the man, and he says what every man in this situation says, which is the only true thing there is to say. He says, “I cannot accept this.” And the tall man looks at him, and he does not give a speech, and he does not explain himself the way a man explains a gift, and he does not say it is nothing because it is not nothing.
And he is not the kind of man who says things that are not true. He says, “Your son came home from the Pacific in 1947 and built a boat with his father, and then the service took something out of him that the VA in Corpus Christi did not want to put in writing. And he left two daughters and a wife on Leopard Street and a boat on the Nueces Bay, and you have been running that boat alone for 2 years to send them what it makes.
And the engine is $800.” He touches the brim of his Stetson. He says, “It isn’t charity. It’s the least the country owes the Maria Lees.” And he could have kept walking that Tuesday morning. He was on the waterfront between a naval air station visit and a noon ride to an airfield, and he had no reason to stop at a dock where a man was sitting with engine parts on a canvas tarp.
He could have walked past the slip 14 the way a man walks past the things that are not his business. He could have admired the boat from a distance and kept going and been at the airfield by 10 and in California by evening and never known the name of the boat or the name of the man who built her or the name of the radio man who came home from the Pacific with something in him the VA would not name.
But instead he crouched down and he looked at the engine parts and he asked, “What year is she?” And he listened to the answer, and he He to Chaparral Street, and he came back in 40 minutes with a receipt and set it on the tarp and called it what it was. And then he touched the brim of his hat and walked back down the dock and was at the Naval Air Station by noon and in California by evening.
And the men from the engine shop on Chaparral Street arrived at slip 14 at 12:15 with the parts and the tools and they worked through the afternoon and by 4:00 the Maria Alice had an engine again. And Delfino started her up and listened to her run. And sat at the wheel for a long time with his hands on it. And did not go anywhere.
Just sat there listening to the engine that someone had paid for with a word that was not charity but a debt. And the Maria Alice ran for 19 more years after that Tuesday. Delfino took her out five days a week until 1963. When his back began to fail him. And then three days a week until 1970. And then he ran her on Saturdays only until 1974.
The year he turned 77. And on a Saturday in October 1974. His granddaughter Rosa came down to the dock at slip 14. Rosa was the older one. The seven-year-old from Leopard Street. She was 24 now. And working on her graduate degree in marine biology at Texas A&M in Corpus Christi. And Delfino said today is the last run.
And Rosa said I know and she got in and they went out together on the Nueces Bay one more time. The old man and his granddaughter. And they brought the catch in at dusk. And Rosa brought her into the dock and tied her to the same cleat her father had tied her to in 1947.
And she sat on the dock for a long time after Delfino had gone up to the truck. And she looked at the name on the hull. Maria Alice. Her great-grandmother’s name in Hector Garza’s handwriting. Faded now but still there. And she thought about the grandfather she never had and the boat he and her father built in the yard on Leopard Street in the spring and summer of 1947.
And she did not know about the Tuesday morning in July 1955 because Delfino had never told her. Delfino had never told anyone. He had kept the receipt from the marine engine shop on Chaparral Street in the drawer beside his bed from 1955 until 1974. And when he retired the boat, he put the receipt in the boat’s papers in the wooden box in the cabin.
And Rosa found the wooden box when she was going through the cabin before the boat went to the Corpus Christi Maritime Museum. And Rosa found the wooden box when she was going through the cabin before the boat went to the Corpus Christi Maritime Museum. And she found the receipt. And the receipt said, “$800 paid in full.
Marine engine repair. The Maria Elise, slip 14, Nueces Bay Dock, July 12th, 1955.” And at the bottom of the receipt in the column where the customer’s name should have been, there was no name. There was a single line in the shop’s handwriting that said, “Paid by a tall man in a tan Stetson who said to put it on the boat, not on him.
” And Rosa Garza sat in the cabin of the Maria Elise with that receipt in her hand for a long time. And she thought about July 1955. And she thought about what her grandfather had told her once and only once about that summer. That a man had stopped on the dock and crouched down and looked at the engine parts and come back in 40 minutes with a receipt.
And she thought about who was in Corpus Christi in July 1955 at the Naval Air Station. And she went home. And she looked it up. And she found the Naval Air Station visitor logs from that summer in the Nueces County Historical Society archive. And the log for July 12th, 1955 listed one civilian visitor. And the name on the log was John Wayne.
And Rosa Garza sat at the table in the archive with that log open in front of her. And she She at the name for a long time. And then she folded the receipt and put it back in the wooden box with the boat’s papers, and she took the box home, and the Maria Lise went to the Corpus Christi Maritime Museum that fall where she is a permanent exhibit today, dry-docked at the Harbor Bridge waterfront.
And if you go there, you will see her name on the hull in Hector Garza’s faded handwriting. And there is a placard on her hull that reads, “Built 1947 by Delfino and Hector Garza, Corpus Christi, Texas. Hector Garza served in the United States Navy in the Pacific 1944 to 1947. The engine that runs her was paid for by a stranger on the dock on July 12th, 1955.
The stranger’s name was never written on the receipt. He said to put it on the boat, not on him. And in the museum’s archive collection, there is a copy of a Naval Air Station visitor log from that same date, and the name on it is there for anyone who wants to look. And Rosa Garza never told the museum who the visitor was.
She let them find it the way she found it in the log in the archive, the way things that are true do not need to be announced. They just need to be there for the person who is looking. If this story reached you, do me a favor, pass it on. Share it with a veteran in your life. Hit that subscribe button if you haven’t yet.
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