Log Cabin Village


Located on University Drive in Fort Worth, Texas, the Log Cabin Village is a standing memorial to the settlers and history of Tarrant and the surrounding counties.  Several years ago, I visited this museum of sorts.  Today I thought another visit was way past due.  So I headed there and subsequently spent several hours looking around, taking pictures, and speaking with the people stationed at the different parts of the tour.  The village makes self-guided tours very easy and encourages taking your time.  For someone like me, knowing there was no rush to breeze through the cabins could lead to an all-day affair.  With a minimal entrance fee of $5.50, this piece of Fort Worth and Tarrant County's past is definitely worth multiple visits.  As a history buff, I always learn something new, especially that history is not linear but always ties together in the grand scheme of the big picture.  For example, I saw a log cabin Cynthia Ann Parker briefly stayed in.  (She was abducted by Indians and then rescued several decades later by Texas Rangers.  Most people may better know her as the mother of Quanah Parker, the last great Indian chief.)  There is so much more I could say about the Log Cabin Village, but please check out this gold mine of history for yourself.  It is a treasure awaiting discovery by you.


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