Syringa Place

Syringa Place Three bedroom, two bathroom, 1500 SF vacation rental house located in the Fish Village area of Galveston Island.

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07/04/2026

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Eighteen Months in Dry Dock, Four Years Coming Home

When USS Texas (BB-35) was towed into Gulf Copper's Galveston shipyard in August 2022, she was taking on around 2,000 gallons of water a minute at her old berth, kept alive only by her pumps. The last dreadnought on earth needed a near-total rebuild of her century-old hull. Over the next 18 months, crews replaced more than 700 tons of steel, repaired her hull and docking keels, restored and reinstalled her 5-inch guns, and recoated her below the waterline. On March 5, 2024, the dry dock was flooded and she was refloated for the first time in a year and a half, a major milestone in the $75 million project.

That was only the halfway point. Since returning to the water she has stayed pierside at Gulf Copper, where welders, carpenters, and volunteers have kept working on her superstructure, interior spaces, and deck, logging more than 300,000 hours in total and repainting her in the wartime blue she wore off Normandy and Okinawa. On May 18, 2026, her 114th launch anniversary, she fired blank charges from her forward 14-inch turret, the first time since 1991 that any battleship had fired its main battery. Now afloat and in the final stretch of her four-year restoration, Texas is being readied to move to her permanent new home at Pier 15 in Galveston, expected later in 2026, with the reopened museum planned for late 2026 or 2027.

06/17/2026

Just wanted to post this extra great review: This place was perfect for me. It was just me & my dog, we had plenty of space. There are 4 queen size beds & 2 twins so plenty of room for a bigger group. The layout of the house is very open, and the fully fenced backyard was a huuuge bonus. I didn’t go inside the garage until I was leaving (was putting dirty towel on the washer) BUT there is some beach toys & chairs in there for you to utilize. It’s a 5 minute drive to the beach, both are public & dog friendly. The home is in a very nice, quiet neighborhood. With it just being me, a young adult female, I felt safe going from my car to the house or even sitting outside. The hose outside for easy clean up was also nice to have. Overall I had an amazing time, Andrew was awesome & very helpful. If we are back in the area, I’d love to stay here again!

Galveston is on the list.
12/19/2025

Galveston is on the list.

11/09/2025

She was twelve when her father sold her to a saloon owner. Abilene, Kansas, 1879. Dust on her face, tears cutting lines through it, a rag-doll hanging from her hand like the last thing in the world she could hold on to. Her father, soaked in whiskey and shame, traded her away as if she were nothing. Coins hit a counter. Men murmured. The air felt heavy enough to choke.

Then the door flew open. Her brother stood there, sixteen, thin as fence wire but with a look that could burn through timber. No weapon. No clever idea. Only the kind of love that rises up like a storm.

He stepped between her and the men. His voice cracked. His hands trembled. The saloon keeper reached for his pistol, but the boy struck first. A bottle smashed, spraying whiskey and slicing skin. The whole room froze. Even the father wavered, confused and hollow.

And then the two of them ran. Through the alleys. Past the horses tied outside. Past lanterns swaying in the wind. Their hearts pounded hard enough to echo off the wooden walls behind them. They didn’t stop until morning light spilled across the plains and a cold breeze brushed their cheeks. That wind carried the promise they made out loud and in silence: never again, never back, never owned.

Years passed. Folks began calling them the Carter orphans. No family left. No coins to their names. But they had grit. He took on freight work, hauling whatever needed hauling for long miles. She sewed for anyone who needed a steady hand, and she kept a little locket of dried prairie grass to remind her of the night they ran free. Hunger pushed them. Winter pressed hard. Life kept testing them. They held firm.

And sometimes, when the fields rippled under the late sun, the grown boy would glance at his sister and think about that night. In a place where freedom often draws blood, he wondered how many would have fought with the same fire for a child so small.

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10/17/2025

They came after midnight in 1879, New Mexico Territory—five cowhands drunk on whiskey and mean luck, looking for something to break. The Thorn sisters, Eliza and June, were alone by then. Their father had died in a mine collapse the winter before, and their land sat far enough from town that lawmen came only when the buzzards had already done their work. The men kicked down the door, laughing, certain that two girls in a half-rotted shack would fold easy. But the Thorn girls weren’t made of fear. They were made of grit, grief, and the kind of quiet that only comes from digging graves with your own hands.

June stood her ground, wide-eyed, pretending to plead. Eliza slipped through the back door into the cold night, bare feet whispering over the dirt. Her father’s rifle still hung by the barn, its stock smooth as memory. She loaded three shells with shaking fingers, then braced it against the window frame. The first shot split the dark like lightning. One man dropped. The rest turned wild, stumbling over one another as the sisters’ vengeance filled the air. The fight was short. The silence afterward, longer.

When dawn finally crawled over the horizon, two bodies lay cooling in the dust, and the other three were ghosts vanishing into the desert. Eliza found June sitting on the porch, blood on her knuckles, eyes steady. They didn’t speak. There was nothing left to say. That morning, the Thorn sisters buried what fear remained beside their father’s grave. And when they stood, the sun caught the rifle in Eliza’s hands like it was made of fire. Out here, on the edge of the world, they’d been tested—and they did not break.

07/24/2025

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120 Pompano Avenue
Galveston, TX
77550

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